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John
04-12-2010, 04:11 AM
The last week had been hectic to say the least. Never mind the fact that naz had hacked into the RPA supercomputer, there was figuring out how to get the reality program working, making arrangements in Vegas, and making sure all the members of RPA had gotten their airline tickets and instructions. It was at times like these, that naz wished he drank. Instead, he sat at the table in conference room three of the Luxor Hotel, staring at the laptop screen, drinking a 7 UP. How he wished it had vodka in it, or even some roofies.

It was purely by accident that naz ended up here. He had originally hacked into the RPA site so he could change Stream’s title, he had something humorous in mind. Though exactly what it was, he couldn’t remember now. He meant to do it mainly out of revenge for all the pedophile comments, but what he found disturbed him greatly. More than Stream’s obsession with pedophilia.

Until that day, he had the utmost respect for all the staff on RPA. How foolish he was. He learned the true secret about the staff and the true goal of his favourite website. Anne Bonny and her staff were planning to take over the world. Naz’s initial response was panic. Followed by puking and a rather large bong hit. Not to mention a large amount of crying. But he also found something else in the server. It was RPA’s secret weapon. It was called the reality program. A program that allowed a person to will things into existence simply by writing about them.

Naz didn’t believe it at first, but once he figured out how to get the program running, he soon learned it was true. He wasn’t sure what did it first. Perhaps it was the mountain that appeared in the middle of Lake Ontario. It could have been the CN tower launching itself into outer space. It could have been all that. But what clinched it for him was when he wrote about Nicole Kidman and Angelina Jolie having a threesome in his bedroom. It was also at that moment he leaned that the program also had a will of it’s own when Carrot Top also appeared in his room as well. This of course led to more crying, as well as bludgeoning the red headed comedian to death. Yep, naz did the world a favour that day.

Sitting back in his chair, naz sighed, wondering which of the members would be the first to show. He knew that they would be here soon. The long table in front of the stage had enough food to feed an army on it. There were cakes, and pies and a lovely assortment of cupcakes and cookies, which he baked himself. There were also his special brownies. No not those kind of brownies, though he did still have the recipe that was given to him by Dennis Hopper and Barney the Dinosaur, or was that an acid trip he had. Either way, it was good food for good people, and all he could do was wait patiently.

The Gypsy Queen
04-12-2010, 04:46 AM
She had the uncanny ability to draw attention to herself, no matter what she was doing. Even if the only thing she was doing was hauling her black suitcase (chosen for it's eye-catching red trim) into the lobby of the Luxor Hotel, a sucker sticking out from between her lips and a pair of big sunglasses resting on her nose. She stormed straight past the desk, leaving a trail of bell boys stunned in her wake, and slammed her thumb into the up button on the nearest elevator. She then stood with one hip cocked out and arms crossed over her black underbust corset, black-booted foot tapping impatiently.

The elevator doors slid open and she parted the exiting crowd with a glance, slipped instead, and glowered at anyone who would try to share her elevator. Once the doors slid closed, she relaxed her stance a bit, pulling her sunglasses off and rubbing at her blue eyes. She now remembered why flying was her least preferred method of travel, but noooo, Naz had insisted she had to be there IMMEDIATELY. She could hear the caps in his voice when he'd told her.

She didn't give half a shit if there were no-smoking signs all over the building, so she exchanged her sunglasses for a pack of Blacks from her purse, lighting it as the floor number climbed. She took a long, soothing drag and and sighed as the smoke blew out between her red lips.

She was going to tear Naz a new one.

The elevator dinged again and she stormed off it, charging down the hall and for the conference room. She slammed the doors open with a bang and stormed into the room in a flurry of luggage, smoke, and jangle of beads and bells that hung from her wrists, ankles, neck, and ears.

" I swear by the Mother, Naz, you had better have a damn good explanation for this." she proclaimed loudly. " I was working a fat juicy mark and I nearly had him! His wallet was bigger around than my wrist." she continued, dropping her luggage and purse carelessly to hold up her arm for Naz to see. " My wrist, Naz! My freaking wrist!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands up. " 3 g's, easy! Easy! And I'll bet you ten reps I could have gotten his social, his drivers license number, his birthday, his blood type, you name it! Could have called knock-up a month later and hit him for six hundred more!" She brought her cigarette back to her lips and took a long drag before giving Naz a curious look. " So what's up?" she asked calmly.

Lethe
04-12-2010, 06:20 AM
During her flight, Lethe had perused the online brochures she had printed out about the Luxor Las Vegas. She was especially interested in the “Ultimate Indulgence” and “Girls Night Out” Spa packages they advertised. Normally, she wouldn’t have dropped everything to fly across the continent like this. However Lethe had carefully considered her options and had made a detailed hand written list as to why she should take time off work to fly to Vegas.

The list went something like this…

Reasons why I should fly to Vegas:


1) I have a free ticket from Naz, I may as well use it!
2) I’m bored of my career as a Hershey Kiss wrapper, and could really use a vacation.
3) I’ve never been to Vegas.
4) Maybe I could get rich in Vegas!
5) I really should join Naz and The Gypsy Queen in their resistance against this dark plot by Anne Bonny and her staff of admins and mods.

It was difficult for Lethe to believe that Anne Bonny was involved in a plot for world domination. Anne always seemed so pleasant and upbeat. And Lethe really did like her super cool avatars and signatures. However, over the time she had spent at RPA, Lethe had learned to trust The Gypsy Queen and Naz. Perhaps they truly had uncovered disturbing evidence about the RPA staff’s hidden agenda. At the very least, she had to go to Vegas to learn more about the situation.

After arriving at the Luxor, Lethe had her baggage sent to her room. Then, taking her only her backpack and notebook computer with her, she headed toward the conference rooms.

She had meant to go directly to conference room three, but unexpectedly became distracted by a cool burst of refreshing air emanating from the Luxor Casino. On such a warm day, it felt heavenly! She had read in the brochure that the casino had more than 1500 slot, video poker and multi-game machines! Lethe could feel the casino practically calling out to her. What would be the harm of checking out the casino? She entered the casino, walked up to the first one-armed bandit that she saw, added some money and pulled the lever.

Fireleap
04-12-2010, 09:30 AM
Not all of the RPA members were human, or at least, they didn't think they were. Some were uh... devil-angels, some were dogs and some were dragons. Well, only one was a dragon so far, from what Fireleap had seen. And that one dragon was herself. But of course, if she had just walked... flown into the hotel as a dragon, people would've... well, freaked. So she was human for the day, with jet-black hair dangling all the way down to below her shoulders, almond-shaped dark brown eyes. She was dressed in casual apparel that was very common amongst young teenagers like herself, jeans and a t-shirt, both blue, of course, and her old-new white sneakers made no noise as she walked across the smooth, marble floors. She looked around, cautiously, wondering if any of the RPA staff members knew of this... 'meeting'. Naz had been subtle when sending out his instructions but that wasn't necessarily enough of a safety precaution.

Seeing that most of the elevators were in use, Fireleap decided to take the stairs. Luckily for her, conference room number three was not at the top floor of the pyramid-shaped hotel. As she huffed and puffed, along her way up the stairs, she thought about the RPA staff members. To think that she had trusted them! As she was chewing over that bit, she reached the floor where the conference room was, and looked around. Conference room number three was probably behind that set of grand-looking doors with a huge number "3" branded on them. She shook her head. If the hotel had really wanted to be organised and all, they would've written "3" as three, like how they referred to the conference room everywhere else. But of course, that wasn't important now. Rolling her eyes at the "3", she pushed open the doors and walked in.

MikeZZZ
04-12-2010, 10:05 AM
Edwin didn't have much of an excuse not to go to meet Naz. So he hopped on his plane, and flew to Las Vegas. Who knew while he was there, he might even pick up some lady friends. Besides, he thought to himself, he wasn't doing anything special, and who doesn't like to stop world domination. He still couldn't believe the creaters of his favorite RP were evil, but the proof was undeniable. As he flew, he made plans of how to get even with them.

When he arrived, he headed right to the meeting hall, no time to drop his stuff off in his room. As he entered, he heard some lady exclaim "I swear by the Mother, Naz, you had better have a damn good explanation for this." He of course ignored the rest, but calmly waited for Naz to explain himself. It should be an interesting week.

L
04-12-2010, 11:14 AM
One thought had obbessed Brett as he got on the flight to Las Vegas... which was a bloody long flight from Australia... Nonone takes over the world but me!. The whole flight he obsessed over it, when he wasn't knocking back Wild Turkey. The whole cab ride to the hotel he obsessed with it.

Walking in to the Hotel and he had a brief moment were he obsessed over how much he hated bunnies.

Then went back to obssessing about taking over the world as he took the first free elevator up to the conference room.

It was only once he was in the elevator that he remembered something. He'd forgotten to pack. Anything.... aside his laptop which was always with him. 30 odd hours to get here and he Just remembered.

'Great, can this day get any worse?' he muttered to himself

The yellow eyed, pale skinned man pushed his way in to the conference room, making his way past other arriving guests.

'RIGHT. So how are we gonna take over the world before those... those... pink lovers do!'

Merry
04-12-2010, 04:07 PM
Merry sat at her desk in her suite of offices at the top floor of RPA. The plush office space beautifully decorated in hues of soft pinks and purples. From the huge sprawling couches to the plush carpeting the main office area screamed femininity and power. Her feet in a pair of black and white zebra stripped heels, resting comfortably on a little cushion under her desk. The shoes perfectly coordinated with her black mini skirt and black and white lacy camisole top. No less than six computer screens on the large desktop area at varying heights in numerous stages of observation through out the site. With running news reports along the bottom of the screens giving her instantaneous updates as to new postings, new games, fresh news of anything going on within the site. Her hazel green eyes glancing from screen to screen watching.

Buffing her long pink manicured nails until they were practically blinding in their perfect fuchsia pinkness. Spinning in her chair to gaze out the window, watching the sunshine streaming in through the tinted glass. Turning out to be another glorious day, she mused. Looking across her desk at the lovely bouquet of pink and purple roses. Sent from a recent admirer, their beauty making her smile. Suddenly across the screen a scroll of yellow lettering appeared in monitor number one. Time to go to work, seems some newbies had applied for access to RPA. Dropping the nail file on the desk, she quickly set about searching their qualifications. Deeming them appropriate to be allowed in, proceeded to make the necessary keystrokes to allow them access to the fun. Being sure to attach their tracking devices as they passed into the site. Smiling to herself, she resumed her nail buffing. “Ah... nothing like fresh newbies in the morning” she giggled to herself taking a sip of her raspberry coffee.

She was about to call it a morning and head down to the ladies lounge for a snack, her mind absently wondering if the chef was there today, when suddenly two screens jumped to red. Their bright glare impossible to ignore. “What is this?” she murmured, quickly sitting back into the comfy pink swivel chair. “don’t tell me we have another spambot, god I hate those damn things.” Peering intently at the screens, she realized it was not spambots. Something definitely more interesting than spam was going on this morning. Breakfast would have to wait.

“And just what are we are up to my little friends…..” Her eye quickly seeing the list of members scrolling across the bottom of the screen. Punching the intercom button on her desk, “I need Anne and Mysti. Call the new girl Auki as well, and I need them now, we have a situation.” Not waiting for a reply, releasing the intercom button, her fingers quickly resuming their clicking away at the keyboard. She focused on the red screens, turning off the warnings, and transferring the screen’s image up onto a large television screen suddenly dropping down out of the ceiling on the far wall. “Seems we have a little unauthorized get together, in Vegas of all places” the screen showing a hotel address in Las Vegas with several red dots in one area. Clicking to zoom in screen by screen, the details becoming apparent with each click.

“The Luxor… fascinating. There are much better hotels in Vegas to stage a get together at. Oh well, guess there’s no accounting for people’s taste.” Leaning back, she watched the red dots on the large screen, little name tags associating as each member arrived at the location. "Just what are you little members up to today, hhmmm?" making a mental note of each member as they appeared. Her fingers drumming along the desk, her nails clicking loudly on the marble desktop. Watching, she waited patiently for the ladies to arrive.

Mysteria
04-12-2010, 05:22 PM
Mysti had been sitting in her purple office at her desk having her morning coffee watching the traffic go in and out of downtown when she heard Merry's voice over the intercom. The team was needed. Grabbing her coffee she grabbed her RPA pass key and left her office making sure the door was secured behind her.

Walking the short distance to Merry's office she knocked first, the special knock that would let Merry know it was her. Five short knocks, two long knocks. Entering she went in and noticed a look of concern on Mary's face.

Plopping down in one of the oversized stuffed pink chairs she asked "So, what kind of troubles brewing in RPA land today Merry?"

Yoruyonaka
04-13-2010, 12:50 AM
Yoruyonaka was beside herself. How could Naz possibly accuse the leaders of RPA of making a plan to takeover he world? Her blue eyes eyed the message and airplane ticket to Vegas with concern. Yoru didn't want to believe it, but she couldn't shove the idea away. Seeing as Naz went to great lengths to get everyone together. She would only go to observe, not get involved. Packing a purple suitcase with T-shirts and jeans, and of course the needed underwear and bras, Yoru still considered the possibility that the leaders of RPA attempting such a thing. Blinking away the thoughts, she finished packing her things. Putting on her favorite four leaf clover necklace and putting her laptop in her carry on bag that had a Star Trek symbol on it, Yoru was set.

The flight itself was boring and filled with a boring romance movie. Yoru hated those. Her long white hair did get some attention, but now a days it seemed everyone dyed their hair different colors. Some people wouldn't know it's Yoru's natural hair color. The only thing that lifted her worries was getting to stay at the Luxor. Yoru had only stayed at the Hilton hotel during a Star Trek convention. That was one of the many things that turned her into a Trek fan in the end. Live long and prosper, she thought with a smile. As mentioned before, Yoru hates romance films, but thoroughly indulges herself in Sci-Fi and Fantasy.

After landing safely in the Las Vegas airport, Yoru grabbed her purple suitcase and took a taxi to the Luxor. The pyramid shaped hotel made Yoru grin. Her blue eyes shined with excitement. However, when she remembered the reason for her visit, she frowned. There is know way Anne and the others would do it, and even so, Yoru could never betray her friends. That's another reason why she decided to go to Las Vegas. Naz asked for her to go, so Yoru had to. A friend in need makes her compelled to help. The Sphynx at the entrance to the Luxor was very fun to the style of the hotel. Inside was even cooler to look at. Yoru reminded herself to stay focused and walked to the front counter.

"Which way to Conference room three?" Yoru asked the busy woman behind the counter.

She pointed at at the elevator across the ringing of slot machines. "Take the elevator," She replied. "The directory in it will give you which floor."

Yoru nodded and walked passed the casino part of the hotel and made it in the elevator. Finding the conference room level, she hit the button and was off to meet Naz and the others. She licked her lips with excitement. Yoru only hoped that things weren't exactly what Naz said, because it would be hard to pick sides. Walking into Conference room three, Yoru could see Naz sitting at the head of the conference room table with an assortment of goodies. Gypsy Queen was looked curious and pissed off at the same time. She stood with her luggage near Naz while smoking. Another woman, oh was it Fireleap? Yoru believed that she changed into a human form for the sake of everyone. There was two others that she didn't quite know well, but that would soon change.

"Hey guys," Yoru said heaving her purple suitcase behind her along with her bag. "So Naz, what kind of cup cakes you have there?"

Her eyes widened as she spotted the sugary, delectable treats. As most know, Yoru loves sweet things. The problem is, she cant help but become strange after having them. Yoru's eyes switched to purple momentarily, she hoped no one saw it. Parking her suit case, Yoru walked towards the desserts.

mrgameandpie
04-13-2010, 02:36 AM
Mr. Game and Pie was a busy man... not really. He took time off from helping run a pet shop to see what all the hubbub was about. "Gee wiz, somebody wants to take over the world and some members get all blargledashed about it!" he said to himself on the flight to vegas. His pet hamster, Garry, was sitting on his shoulder the entire time. "Well Garry, it looks like its just you and me until we figure out what's going on." Once there G&P ran up to the meeting room as fast as he could. "So, what's all this hubuluhuh I hear about world domination and all?" He said upon entering the room.

Cookies Ahoy
04-13-2010, 04:30 AM
Cookies Ahoy sat in the dog kennel he had been relinquished to. Apparently animals weren't allowed to stay in the cabin and enjoy the free refreshments that the flight attendants gave out. Cookie thought that some of the people riding coach deserved to be kenneled more than he did. He hardly even shed, while some of those people leave nice sweat stains on the seats. The kennel moved slowly and steadily on the conveyor belt. The sound of the baggage claim area started to echo down the shaft.

"Oh, wonderful!" Cookie exclaimed as the kennel began to ascend up the small ramp, the impending drop nearing every second.

The kennel immediately lurched from the drop, causing it to fall on the floor, spilling its passenger. Cookies Ahoy looked at the shifty looking kennel that now lay in two. He wasn't pleased with the service the airline had given him, and the kennel definitely didn't help their case. Unfortunately, the airline also didn't care because he was a dog.

Cookies left the airport at a leisurely walk, not paying attention to the few people that noticed the dog walking on two feet. Dodging people that didn't take notice to him, Cookies made his way to the bus station to wait for a ride to the hotel. He pulled himself up onto the bench to wait, being stepped on wasn't a desirable thing at the moment. The bus arrived on time, which was nice. Cookie climbed up each step of the bus, taking a seat near the front. The ride to the Luxor wasn't very exciting, he could barely see out the windows. Cookie dodged legs as he made his way to the front desk, he didn't have to stay too long though. Another person was looking for meeting room 3. He decided it would just be easier to follow that person than try to talk to the front desk. He quickly jumped into the elevator before the doors closed. When the doors opened, Cookies followed silently into the conference room. It looked like Nazgul had called in quite a few members. Cookies took a seat on top of the table, pulling out a tiny laptop from his bag. The nice thing about being a dog was that you could pack light, clothes weren't exactly a necessity.

Cookies noticed the snacks on the table, his tongue rolled out of his mouth for a moment. He grabbed a cookie, go figure, and munched on it.

"So what's happening Naz?" Cookies asked nonchalantly.

Lethe
04-14-2010, 01:29 AM
Luxor Casino

Lethe kissed another coin before depositing it into the slot machine. She rubbed her hands together enthusiastically and pulled the side lever. There we go! This was so exciting! She watched the various brightly colored images on the reels flash across the screen. Lethe had never been to Vegas before, and she definitely intended to make the most of her stay. The Luxor Casino was alive with bright lights, courteous casino staff members, and upbeat music. Before her eyes, the spinning reels gradually slowed to a stop. The reels hadn’t lined up correctly.

“Well, darn!” Lethe frowned. She had been so sure that she was going to win that time.

A handsome server from the casino’s floor staff overheard her and stopped by her machine. “Excuse me, miss. Can I get you something to drink?”

What a fantastic idea! That must be it. She was weary from the flight and could use some refreshment. Lethe placed her order and played five more games before the man returned with her drink. She glanced at her watch thoughtfully. She really should go to the conference room to meet with the others. After all, she had travelled all this way to learn more about the RPA staff’s sinister plan for world domination. Maybe she would go to the conference room after just a few more games.

The next pull at the lever earned her a modest payout. Lights flashed, bells rang, and she was rewarded $40 for her effort! It was a fantastic feeling.

Lethe was sure that she could win even more! She happily began feeding another handful of coins to the machine.

Anne Bonny
04-14-2010, 04:49 PM
The RPA Mod Palace was well known for it's sprawling gardens, and Anne Bonny was certain that during springtime was when they looked the best. Flowers in various pinks and purples were practically bursting forth, filling the air with the most frangrent perfume as butterflies danced blissfully on the breezes. As Anne wandered it's carefully manicured pathways, tiny hummingbirds trailed behind her like a jeweled train. She picked a rose here and there, creating an impressive bouquet for the Palace's entryway. How perfect the world will be when everything is decorated with such rosey hues! Anne thought to herself.

It had been a perfectly charming morning until the message arrived (via carrier pigeon, of course) that her presence was needed in Merry's office for a "situation". Anne's sunny countenance quickly changed to a frown. A situation? Merry Gentry was capable in all areas of management in RPA. What could possibly be so urgent that she needed her, Mysteria, and the mods too? This couldn't be good. Sensing her change in mood, Anne's enterage of hummingbirds quickly darted away as The Pink Lady stormed out of the garden.

"Come on, Lola," she cooed to one of her parrots after she entered the palace, holding out a hand. The green bird chirped and flew to her mistress for a scratch on the head before they both made their way up a spiral staircase to Merry's office.

"He-ey!" Anne called in a sing-song voice to Merry and Mysti as she entered and made her way to a fuzzy pink armchair. "What's going on?" she asked as she nuzzled Lola, nose to beak. "What are the widdle member-wembers doing today? Huh?" The parrot lifted her wings and uttered joyous peeps in response as Anne giggled.

Then, clearning her throat she turned back to Merry with a completely serious, business-like look on her face. "Really, what's the news?"

MikeZZZ
04-16-2010, 04:54 PM
Naz was looking overwhelmed, so Bladerunner walked up next to him. Turning, he started to adress the group. "Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for coming, I think Naz is tired from his flight. I know I am, so how about we all get a good night's rest, and meet here in the morning for breakfast, say nine O'clock?" He leaned over and whispered to Naz, "Naz, I'll meet you in your room after everyone leaves, we have some things to discuss." Nodding to everyone, he headed out the door, hoping no one would stop him.

Lethe
04-18-2010, 03:00 AM
Twenty minutes later, and $895 happier, Lethe decided that she should probably leave the slots while she was ahead. Although she was having fun, she really should do what she came here for. In any case, she could always return later for some Black Jack! With some effort, she pried herself away from the one armed bandit that had been so kind to her.

Lethe made her way to the powder room to freshen up a bit. She combed her hair, checked her makeup, applied a quick spritz of perfume and reapplied her lipstick. She was in high spirits from her recent winnings. Maybe after the meeting with Naz she could purchase a ticket to some of the more interesting Vegas shows such as the Cirque du Soleil or the Blue Man Group. It had been so long since she had taken a vacation, and she had sorely needed the break. Her job as a Hershey kiss wrapper just wasn’t as rewarding as other careers she had read about. Being here in Vegas was an exciting break from the norm!

She followed the signs designating the location of the Luxor’s main conference rooms. Hopefully she hadn’t arrived too late. Upon entering conference room three, the first thing she noticed was the impressive array of food. There was virtually every culinary delight known to man, ranging from cakes, pies, and cookies to a platter full of homemade brownies. Lethe hadn’t realized how hungry she was until she had seen the vast assortment of desserts. She picked up the largest plate she could find and added a gourmet cupcake shaped like R2D2 (http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3257/3167714072_6615522306_b.jpg) and another cupcake shaped like a pirate (http://wonderlandbakery.com/images/product/web%2019%20PIRATE_CUPCAKE2009_10_24_09_29_52.jpg). She wondered if Naz had made these impressive refreshments himself or if he had hired the services of a pastry chef.

Lethe picked up a napkin before selecting a chair in close proximity to the door (just in case she felt a sudden urge to sneak back to the casino). She removed her notebook computer from her backpack and made certain that the battery was still charged.

John
04-18-2010, 03:50 AM
Naz looked stunned. It wasn’t so much the members who were arriving, and they all seemed to come at once. Or so naz thought. It was hard to tell, and he scolded himself for taking that seventeenth bong hit. But that wasn’t why naz looked stunned. It wasn’t because of Gypsy, who went from pissed to Valium in a span of eight seconds. Though naz was of course able to smile at her before the other members started to arrive. That’s when things started to spiral out of control. The members arriving.

Fireleap had been the first to arrive, but had barely made it in the doors when Brett sauntered in. He immediately wanted to know how the members were going to take over the world. Naz shook his head slightly and silently wondered what Fireleap, the dragon in disguise, would like to eat. Naz was hoping it would be Brett. But this didn’t stun naz.

It was about that time, an annoying flashing red light appeared on the computer screen. Well it wasn’t actually a light. Naz knew it was nothing more than some re pixels colored red turing themselves on and off. But to naz it looked like a light, so that’s what he chose to call it. Naz turned his attention to the light and could see that it represented Lethe, She seemed to be on the casino floor and naz sighed. He was about to attend to the matter when Yoruyonaka arrived. And still naz wasn’t stunned.

Yoru seemed to have her priorities straight, turning her attention and question to the cupcakes on the table. Naz worried a little, knowing full well that Yoru plus sugar equals yikes. But still, cupcakes sounded good right now. And were most definitely welcome. But there would still be no time to answer Yoru’s question and ask her to bring him a couple when mrgameandpie showed up. He asked what naz thought was the right question and smiled, saying the one most important thing he could think of.

“How in the hell can you not like pie?” naz smiled, hoping for the answer, when Cookies Ahoy came in. Well naz figured he came in about that time. It was actually hard to tell exactly when he arrived due to his height. It was only after Cookies grabbed a cookie and asked naz what’s happening. But even all this didn’t stun naz.

“Lot’s dude,” naz smiled at Cookies and that’s when zelli came up, acting what naz thought was a little secretive. He asked for naz to meet him after and alone, and then he promptly left the room. And now, naz was stunned. He truly had not seen that coming and suddenly found himself quite confused. Though confusion was a normal state for naz, so he was unsure how he knew the difference.

Naz found himself wondering that all that was about. The urgency, the whole randomness of the situation left naz a little stunned, and he turned to Gypsy to find her staring right back at him, looking just as confused as he did. They shrugged at each other and then naz smiled.

“Glad you came hun,” naz stood up and hugged Gypsy. “And you know me better than that. Of course it’s urgent. I didn’t just want you here so I could watch you dance and eat popcorn,” naz turned, pulled out a chair for Gypsy. After she had sat down, naz sat back down in front of the computer.

“I’m sorry. Give me a moment everyone,” naz began typing furiously into the computer, activating the reality program. He stopped when he saw Lethe enter the room.

“Okay then,” naz leaned back in the chair and put his feeet up on the table.. “As almost all of you are here,” naz turned to Gypsy. “If wonder if Crypes got held up at the airport.” Naz gave Gyps a knowing smile before turning back to the group.

“Alrighty then,” naz began. “Everybody grab a seat. As you know, Anne Bonny and friends are trying to take over the world,” naz pressed a button on the computer and turned it towards Gypsy. “And it’s up to us, to stop them. Now I don’t know how exactly they hope to achieve this, but I may have a way we can find out.” Naz paused to take a drink of his 7UP, before continuing.

“But more on that later,” naz put his feet down and sat up straight. “Now, I know that the staff had managed to create a program called the reality program to aid them in their quest for world domination. But,” naz smiled. “I managed to hack into RPA and steal the program. Now the program itself is quite touchy. Let’s just say, unexpected things can happen. Now at the moment, I can upload the program to each of your computers. You will, however, only be able to use it once, at least till I figure out how to upgrade it. But for now, it gives us a place to start.” naz clicked the mouse on his laptop and a progress bar appeared as the program uploaded to each of the computers in the room.

“Now to use the program,” simply type in what you want to happen, but you have to type it as you would RP it. Now I know this seems like a bit of a pain in the ass, but it is effective.” Naz stopped smiling and took on a more serious tone.

“Under no circumstances are you to let this program fall into the hands fo the staff. Just think of what could happen if they had it back. They could use it to turn RPA into a weapon. They could create RPs and things would actually happen. Hell they could make an RP in which they take over the world. It’s…,”naz turned his head, bringing his arm to his eyes, sobbing. “…awful. But anyway,” naz looked back up to the group.

“That’s pretty much it,” naz paused and smiled. “Now like I said, I have a pretty good idea of a way to start. But there are a fair number of us. So if any of you has a workable idea, I would love to hear it. As for mine, I intend to kidnap one of the staff. But first,” naz reached into a box under the table and pulled out a cute little bunny, then tossed it to Brett.

“Catch!”

Crypes
04-18-2010, 05:22 AM
"Wut? Tickets to Vegas, huh? Woah, airport? Screw that. Freaking pothounds and shit...." Crypes lit up yet another cigarette before jumping off his car's hood and throwing his guitar in the back seat. Ignoring the apparent bullet hole sitting head height in the side window for the hundredth time, he started up the beat up old Cadillac and got on the highway. Vegas was only a four hour drive away anyhow.

And so four hours, eight bags of munchies, two packs of cigarettes, and eighteen pipefulls of bud later he was practically driving in circles looking for the hotel. "Man, I forgot how much I freaking hate this place." But eventually spotted it and proceeded to park in front of the lobby. He pulled out his guitar, a crapped out Fender strat with a missing string, and tossed his keys to the valet, laughing when the guy spotted the messed up car he was expected to park. He walked in with his guitar on his shoulder, lit cigarette in mouth, and proceeded to the elevators. A man whined about the smoking and asked him to stop, but Crypes held the guitar out and growled, "Make me."

The man wisely dropped the point, allowing Crypes to shoulder the guitar again and proceed to the room. He opened the door, looked around, and made the live long and prosper sign. "Waka waka, anyone wanna hear a funny ass joke?"

L
04-18-2010, 06:01 AM
Brett figeted through most of Naz's talk. He was tired from the flight, and anxious to get on with things instead of talking about them, though his ears did perk up when he spoke about creating an RP that could take over the world. All sorts of ideas started running around in his head – mostly, the image of him sitting on a throne being worshipped by the world.

The next thing Brett heard was 'Catch' and something landed against him. He instinctively brought his hands up and hold it and it took a second for him to realize what it was.

'Fracking son of a-!"

Without hesitating, Brett threw the bunny away from him like it was toxic, while simultaniously half-diving, half tripping backwards, collecting half a table of food as he fell over it. All that could be heard from under the table was a series of curses and threats involving bodily harm and what sounded like a recipe for bunny stew.

He slowly stood up, with a look on his face that could kill – and covered in icing sugar, bits of cupcake, and an unfortunate apple pie that was now doubling as his hat.

'Not... funny'

He picked a peice of cupcake off his cloak and tried it.

'... not bad'

Fireleap
04-18-2010, 03:18 PM
Fireleap thought about Naz's words. She wondered how much truth lied within them. Were the staffers really planning world domination? Did they really intend to make their roleplays into real happenings? Had she made a mistake befriending Merry Gentry and joining StormWolf's SbS roleplay? Or was Naz lying, in attempts to download a virus onto every one's computer? After all, he hacked into the RPA system. Fireleap seemed unsure on who to trust. She didn't know Naz very well... On the other hand, her friend Yoru seemed to be listening intently to Naz's words. Perhaps... she (Fireleap) could trust Naz, after all. If not, she had the best anti-virus software on her computer. She nodded her head. "Count me in, Naz!"

Just then, Fireleap raised an eyebrow, as Naz tossed Brett a bunny-rabbit. She wondered what was the purpose of that action, for she highly doubted that Brett would really appreciate it. Her doubts were proven to be true, when Brett immediately threw back the bunny, somehow diving over the table and getting food all over him in the process. She laughed, to herself, just in case Brett took offense, and looked at the bunny that now rested on the floor. It didn't really look happy. Fireleap quickly bent down to pick it up and she began to stroke it, gently.

mrgameandpie
04-18-2010, 05:24 PM
G&P had listened very carefully to the speech. After hearing the basic idea he had one question on his mind: How is this a bad thing? Upon Brett's spaz about the bunny G&P raised an eyebrow and questioned aloud. "So, exactly how is the RPA staff taking over the world a bad thing?"

Yoruyonaka
04-18-2010, 08:18 PM
Yoru greedily sniffed a purple icing cupcake. The sugary goodness made her eyes shimmer purple for a moment. She licked the icing and shivered happily. Glancing over at Naz while eating the cupcake, she listened patiently. He began talking about the staff of RPA creating a program to make the site a weapon. Yoru's eyes widened with curiosity at the possibility this reality program's power. Taking a big bite out of the cupcake, she thought about what this all could mean. Unexplained occurrences using a program to rp and make a reality? How fascinating. Yoru could feel the slight tug of her true self wanting out. She finished the cupcake and blocked the feeling.

Naz then took a bunny and threw it at the person, Brett. Yoru rolled her eyes. Naz always loved to mess with others. The thing that almost blew her true self cover was when Brett fell over and the cupcakes went with him. She managed to stop her eyes turning purple, but she was quite displeased. The table only had one plate of cupcakes left for Yoru. She glanced at Brett and glared. Not a good start to get on Yoru's bad side. Then mrgameandpie asked a very important question.

"So, exactly how is the RPA staff taking over the world a bad thing?"

"Well, G&P, think of it as a giant dictator," Yoru began her eyes glimmering purple again. "If one group ruled the world, then there would be no disagreeing with there ways. Say someone decides not to listen, off they go in the night and are killed. Now, lets say an entire race or country doesn't listen, well, chaos would ensue. War would ravage lands. The reality program would make it possible to make the staffs' ideas go everywhere. Rebellions, guerrilla warfare, assignation attempts...not a pretty subject if you ask me."

Yoru was only adding possible risks of taking over an entire world. She also quickly reminded herself not to interfere too much. It's better to remain neutral in affairs such as these.

Auki
04-19-2010, 03:41 PM
Auki sat with her legs folded, twisting a pen in her fingers, an absent expression across her face. Details on an abandoned roleplay lay at her feet, the file forgotten for the moment. So much had happened lately, being recruited to the Staff and all; sometimes she would lose herself in her thoughts, especially when she was alone.
The walls around her were painted mint-green, the signature colour of the Moderators, indicating the owners of the office she sat in. It was normally shared between the three of them – Stormwolf, Ryudo and herself – but the others were out on other business. She was stuck inside, flicking through paperwork. As annoying as it was to share an office, she was pleased with its colour, especially compared to the purple decorations the other staff members seemed to love.

Auki loved green. She could deal with pink. She hated purple.

Still, she had chosen her side and had to put up with their preferences, regardless of her personal opinion. Considering what was being planned, it was the safer option. Especially what with all th-…

She started as the intercom buzzed into life, calling for her presence in Merry’s office. Her? Now? Something must have happened. Not wanting to be late, she stood up immediately, leaving the file as it was on the floor as she exited the room. A staircase led her up towards her destination, followed by a short corridor. She hesitated before knocking, able to hear voices already inside. Was she the last to arrive? It would be logical considering the extra distance she had to travel. Nothing she would have been able to avoid.

Tapping upon the door lightly, she opened the door slowly and peered in, “You guys called?”

The Gypsy Queen
04-19-2010, 06:16 PM
Gypsy sat in the chair Naz had pulled out for her, staring at him with one eyebrow quirked for a long moment after he finished. She leaned over the table propping her knees on the chair and raising her rear for display so that she could read what was on the computer screen. Finally, she sat back on the back of the chair, feet in the seat, and flicked her cigarette butt into a nearby ash tray and exhaled a lungful of smoke. She gave Naz a long steady look before sighing.

" What in the world have you been smoking, hun?" she asked finally. " Cause if you flew me up here because you were tripping..." She paused, head snapping up. " Hey, Crypes! Tell me you brought something smelly and smokeable. I'm gonna need it." she paused to rub the bridge of her nose, tapping her high heel against the seat of her chair. " Okay, so, I know I'm the last person in the whole world who should be pointing this out but I feel this needs to be said." she took a deep breath.

" This is insane! You know that right? I mean, seriously. This is paranoid schizophrenic with major manic-depression level insane. Like seriously, I'm thinking about calling the Mental Health Helpline." She paused, smacking the bottom of her cigarette pack against her leg and pulling another Black out with her teeth, holding it between her lips but not lighting it. " You know I'm you're friend, Naz, hun, but this is pretty crazy shit."

She sighed and leaned back, bending backwards and making the chair she was sitting on lean back on two legs. She balanced there, watching the rest of the room from her upside down perspective, long black hair hanging down to the ground.

" I know at least some of you have some claim on sanity. Back me up here."

Merry
04-19-2010, 08:45 PM
“Hello Ladies, thanks for getting here so quick. I think we have a problem brewing” Merry began, then calling out “Come in Auki” at the sound of the light knock on the door. “Have a seat” motioning to the mod and waving to fluffy cushioned purple chair as the newest mod came into the room.

“I want you to take a look at what I've been watching this afternoon” moving around from the back of her desk, striding across the room, pointing at the large screen on the wall with a red laser light pointer she retrieved out of her pocket of her skirt “The tracking devices clearly indicate that there are members congregating in Las Vegas” pausing “At the Luxor” the little red beam of light circling the map and showing the name tags clearly displayed. “Nazguljcg, They Gyspy Queen, Lethe, Cookies Ahoy, Fireleap…. and well you can see for yourself. More are arriving as we speak” watching as new red dots appeared on the screen.

“Funny part is, several of them, are not usually so friendly with one another? That we were aware of. I'm going to have to check into how this information was not noticed before. What do you suppose they are up to?” she turned facing the ladies. “It’s never a good thing when members get together, in one location like this. You remember last time” a slight grimace on her face. “I really don’t want to have to go through that again. Hiding all those bodies, it was… difficult, to say the least” clicking off the light pointer, sliding it back into the pocket on her skirt. “There must be a way to find out what they are up to, before we have to take any drastic measures” standing in the middle of the room with her hands on her hips. "To have to start from scratch, when we've worked so hard to get ready.... " she finished shaking her head.

“I’m going to try and get in touch with my inside person, but I just don’t know how far I can push. I don’t want to blow their cover” striding back and flouncing herself back into her chair. Exhaling hair in a distinct puffing noise, her pink lips pursed in a slight frown, the only sign of her frustration “There is definitely something going on. You don’t think they found out anything about what’s going on? Do you?” she looked at them each in turn, raising an eyebrow in concern, suddenly leaning forward on the desk, looking at the other staff members.

The phone on her desk ringing, breaking the silence for a moment before she could grab it and stop the melodic chiming "Excuse me a minute" grabbing the phone, "Yes?.... Stream" her voice taking on a distinct authorative tone "I've told you before not to bother me when I'm busy with the other ladies. We'll chat about that later. We've been over this before. I will call you back." returning the phone quickly to it's cradle. "sorry about that girls, sometimes they just need you to hold their hand" she sighed. "back to the important things. What are we going to do about that" pointing back to the screen on the wall.

MikeZZZ
04-19-2010, 08:57 PM
Bladerunner who had been sitting quietly in the corner examining the Virtual Program Code looked up at Gypsy's question. " I know at least some of you have some claim on sanity. Back me up here." Bladerunner decided to intervene, and examine the RPA site later.

"Hey Gypsy," Bladerunner said just loud enough to be heard over the noise in the room. "Naz is right, the RPA staff is trying to take over the world. I have seen the evidance myself, and it is not a good sight." Bladerunner stood and walked to the front of the room with Naz. "I recomend that we all calm down, and relax, we are safe here for now." Bladerunner said adressing everyone in the room. "I feel it is best to tell you all, stick together, don't do anything alone. I know it's hard to believe, but the RPA staff will do whatever it takes to take over the world. Trust me, I know." Bladerunner said the last sentance sadly and quietly. He didn't want to remember what he had seen, but he couldn't stop himself.

John
04-25-2010, 08:46 PM
Naz smiled at Crypes and shook his hand.

“Glad you could make it. And I have a riddle for you instead,” naz reached into his pocket. “What do you get if you cross this,” naz tossed a package of rolling papers on the table. “And this?” followed by a bag of weed.

Naz turned back to assess the damage created by Brett. But no it wasn’t Brett. Something had changed about him. Naz couldn’t quite figure out why, but for some reason, he wanted to call him Lance. Once Lance, or Brett, or whoever the hell he was had been placated by the cupcake, Firelap picked up the bunny and said she was in. Definitely a good thing. Having a dragon on your side could come in handy. And naz had no doubt she would.

Naz had been wondering who the first naysayer would be. It happened to be mrgameandpie. Before naz had a chance to speak, Yoru jumped in and gave what naz thought was a well thought out speech. Once she had finished, naz found himself able to answer mrgame’s question both effectively and coherently. Something that didn’t come easy to naz on the best of days.

“What she said.” Naz smiled at mrgame, but the smile quickly faded when Gypsy surprised him with her disbelief. She had expected a lot of them to not believe him. But not Gypsy. After all, she usually knew what was going on better than he did to begin with.

Zelli quickly jumped in to respond to Gypsy. Naz listened to what he had to say quite intently and found himself wondering exactly what he could have seen that was so awful. He shuddered to think of the endless possibilities. Torture. Murder. Pictures of Stream naked. The thought of it was just so horrifying. He was definitely going to have to call him on it. But right now, it was time for naz to prove himself to Gypsy, and the rest as well.

“Gypsy,” naz smiled. “Just because I think the whole world is out to get me, and that guy over there wants to sell me a letter S,” naz motioned to one of the empty corners of the room. “Doesn’t mean I’m paranoid or schizophrenic. I would think that you would know me better than that. But….if it’s proof you want…” Naz motioned for Gypsy to come closer and look at the screen, and he started to type. And as he typed, the reality program activated and the events in the room unfolded as they appeared on the screen.

“The door to the conference room opened and naz could only imagine the looks of surprise on the faces of those assembled as the grotesque creature entered, carrying a stack of pizza boxes. It was the most horrifying thing any of them had ever seen. A foul creature surely form the depths of hell itself and none of them would ever forget the sheer terror and disgust they felt at it’s presence. It was Lindsay Lohan. She walked up to the table where naz was sitting and placed the boxes on it, before turning to exit the room, stopping only to lick some icing off the floor.”

Lindsay had left and naz stopped typing. He opened one of the pizza boxes. He was hungry after all, and wasn’t in the mood to eat baked goods that were partially destroyed due to Lance’s irrational fear of bunnies.

“Help yourself,” naz smiled at Gypsy and took out a piece of the pizza. His lips watered as the aroma touched his nostrils and he took a bite. His face quickly turned to one of disgust. Spitting the pizza into a napkin, he turned to Gypsy.

“I fucking hate anchovies. Bleah!!” naz took a drink of his 7UP and got the fishy taste out of his mouth.

“Well hun,” naz gave Gypsy a cocky smile. “Are you convinced yet?”

Lethe
04-26-2010, 12:13 AM
While Naz spoke, Lethe quietly opened her notebook computer and turned it on. She felt that Naz had made a gutsy move in actually hacking into RPA. It impressed her that he was actually able to steal the reality program. Such a powerful program would be a danger and a threat to the entire world should it be used for an evil purpose.

In the back of her mind, she heard Naz’ words repeated in warning, “Under no circumstances are you to let this program fall into the hands of the staff. Just think of what could happen if they had it back. They could use it to turn RPA into a weapon. They could create RPs and things would actually happen. Hell they could make an RP in which they take over the world…”

It sounded so ominous. They would definitely have to protect this program at all costs. While the others continued speaking, Lethe began thinking about the reality program. Naz explained that they would only be able to use it once. If she were to use this extremely powerful program, what would she command it to do? As her mind wandered, she began typing up a list in her word processor. Since it could only be used once, it was extremely important that she choose wisely.


Amazing things that I could accomplish with this very cool reality program:

• Obliterate Vista and make Windows 7 into a decent operating system.
• Spend the rest of my life in the top floor of Cinderella’s castle at Walt Disney World where I could live the remainder of my days at the happiest place on earth.
• Eat whatever I wanted to (including bananas foster, chocolate fondue, and gourmet cupcakes) whenever I want and never gain any extra weight!
• Give myself the gift of good fortune so that I am always lucky with cards, games, and the lotto (and also slot machines at the Luxor Las Vegas Casino)!
• Help Dexys Midnight Runners to come up with another decent song.
• Ensure that I will never ever have writers block again in my life!
• Have a garage filled with so many sports cars and luxury cars that I could drive a different car every single day of the year.
• Make it so that RPA’s GMs wouldn’t suddenly and inexplicably disappear.

Her list was just becoming interesting. Lethe would have typed more but she was interrupted by the frightening visage of the pizza delivery person.

Crypes
04-26-2010, 05:30 AM
In answer to Naz's question, Crypes grinned and said "Happiness."

He then proceeded to roll eight joints in a single minute. A personal record! He lit one, was happy, and then dropped the thing when he noticed who was delivering the pizza. He scrambled to grab his baby and ended up tossing it back up in the air when it burnt his thumb. He swore loudly and and burnt himself three more times before he got a good handle on the thing. He took a shaky drag from his joint and remembered the beast that was in the room. Unfortunately it was gone before he could get enough of a hold on himself to show the others his paladin imitation. "I smite thee!" He would have shouted, just before a swing of his axe!

Blinking and taking another drag, he chuckled. It was too bad, it would have made such good comedy. He laughed when Naz complained of anchovies, and said "Lohan plus fish pizza equals what horrifying conclusion?" He shuddered and tried to get high faster by inhaling his joint more quickly.

MikeZZZ
04-26-2010, 09:58 AM
Bladerunner was so disturbed by the beast that entered the room, that he had to run to the nearest garbage can. It wasn't just the thought of what naz had just done that disturbed him the most though. It was the thought of what that program could do in the wrong hands that scared him. He would have to be careful on how he used it, wouldn't want to give himself any injury's. However, weapons were a good thing, he thought as he turned away from the garbage. "Impressive demonstration Naz, You throughly frightened some of us. Now what do you want us to do?" Bladerunner asked after the beast had left the room.

Fireleap
04-26-2010, 03:18 PM
Fireleap flinched. Lindsay Lohan? Was that the best, or well, worse, in this case, that Naz could've thought of? Fireleap was pretty sure she had seen worse things and beasts in her previous experiences. In fact, she used to watch a few of Lindsay Lohan's movies... Shrugging off the creepy feeling that had suddenly washed over her, she turned her attention back to Naz and Gypsy. She had been surprised when Gypsy had expressed her doubts, but it seemed that Naz would eventually have her on their side again.

Having calmed the rabbit down, she glanced sideways at Brett then, she walked over to the conference doors to release the it. Some one else could take care of it. It was cute, and that was probable enough for it to get by, in life. It hopped over to the stairs where it slipped and began to tumble down the stairs. Fireleap winced. "Eh, it'll be fine.." She murmured, turning back. Then, she began to think about all the things she could do with the reality program. Ooh, every one could be turned into dragons... No, that would probably do no one any good nor would it help their situation.

Mysteria
04-26-2010, 06:05 PM
Mysti nodded her head yes as she listened to Merry filling them in on everything that was happening in Vegas. With a sigh she said "Ladies, it seems to me that even if they don't know anything for a fact, they do suspect something."

They were interrupted by the ringing of the phone which Merry handled quickly ""sorry about that girls, sometimes they just need you to hold their hand, back to the important things. What are we going to do about that" Merry said as she pointed to the big screen. Merry was right sometimes you did need to guide the others along but this problem was bigger than just if a post should be recycled or not. This was going to take all of their great minds to come up with a plan.

Tapping her pen against the clip board what she had been writing notes on Mysti looked over to their fearless Pink Leader. "The question is, what, if anything can we do about it?"

L
04-29-2010, 03:20 PM
Brett stood there, randomly picking peices of cupcake off his cloak and eating it, when suddenly it hit him. The trauma of the bunny incident was too much for his mind to bear, and he snapped.

'I AM LANCE!!!! Brett is dead, Long live the LANCE!'

Then he went back to eating the cupcake and listening to the others. Not even the entrance of LezLo had been enough to scare him (and that was scary) after what Brett.... Lance.... had been through.

He turned to Naz. 'So what's the plan of action, oh fearful leader?'

The Gypsy Queen
05-10-2010, 04:45 AM
She glared lightly at Naz, flicking open a lighter she had nicked off a man from the airport and lighting her cigarette. She took a long drag then held it away from her lips, staring at it for a long moment.

" I'm going to need more cigarettes." she mumbled. " Fine. You win. You are all insane. And probably you'll all die. But fine."

She leaned over her chair and unzipped her suitcase, revealing a disorganized mess of lacy underthings and toiletries. Tucked neatly on top was a dark green laptop case, out of which she pulled a blue laptop. She opened it and powered up, the downloaded the program.

If she was going to do this, she was sure as hell going to up the ante while she was at it.

Lethe
05-12-2010, 12:44 AM
Typically, Lethe loved pizza. She enjoyed a wide variety of toppings and would be as happy eating a veggie pizza as a meat lover’s. She’d eaten Bar-B-Q beef pizza, double pepperoni and triple decker cheese. Lethe savored thin crispy pizza crusts, hand tossed crusts, and thick soft garlicky crusts. What she couldn’t stand, however, were the salty little creatures known as anchovies. She considered fish to be somewhat of a violation on any pie.

Lethe held a slice of pizza horizontally at eye level. There were precisely four offensive anchovies present. She narrowed her eyes in displeasure.

While she listened to Gypsy’s comments, she began the tedious task of carefully eliminating the salty contaminants, depositing them onto a nearby paper plate. One never could be too careful when removing anchovies. The oily critters often left a slight residue that seemed to adhere to the surrounding mozzarella cheese on a nearly molecular level. The slightest taste of anchovies would ruin the entire taste of the pizza for her.

Well, at least the cupcakes had been delicious!

Although Lethe tried to focus on the important meeting at hand, her thoughts kept drifting back to the nearby casino’s exciting array of slot machines…

John
05-13-2010, 07:22 AM
As everyone spoke, naz stared at the screen, a look of shock and disbelief on his face. It was the most unbelievable thing he had ever seen or heard. He didn’t know how it had happened or why, he just knew that it did. Truly in a million billion years, naz could not have foreseen this coming. None of his skills as a GM or the what appeared to be demonic possession of the RPer formerly known as Brett, could have prepared him for something like this. But there it was right in front of him, on the screen. And to naz, it made no sense. How could this ever have happened? Somehow, or so it appeared, Stream had apparently pleasured a real woman, and not his usual blow up dolls. You know, the ones that look like David Hasselhoff. Yea them. Anyway, naz had to know more. Continuing to read the article a little further it turned out that the pleasure came from a great fit of laughter by the woman brought on by Stream’s sexual prowess. So all was right in the universe.

Oh, and apparently naz had been made staff, but that’s not what was important right now. What was important was stopping the pinkness. The most evil of colours. Spawned in the eternal depths of hell. Yea I name thee pink. Eternal lord of the underworld. What can’t I say, naz really doesn’t like pink, in fact he was partial to green. It suited him. Not unlike the way stupidity suited George Bush, you pick which one. Does it really matter in the end. Well it did at one time for the Americans, but hey, I am Canadian. We don’t have no Bush, just a whole lot of beaver. Anyway(I say that a lot don’t I?) where was I? Right, naz had to stop Anne from taking over the world. But first he had to reassure the members who came to help him.

He also had to make sure that they didn’t know his true purpose. It was so insane and sinister that they couldn’t have thought of it in a million years. No one could see it coming. No way. No how. Nuh uh. It was possibly one of the most insane yet brilliant things he had ever come up with. What better way to improve the world and make everything absolutely perfect. It was something so spectacular it would make teaching Paris Hilton advanced calculus seem like a mere parlour trick. And what naz had planned was nothing more than a divine miracle bought about by a an act of god. If that god had done one bong hit too many while playing Pokemon and then proceeded to do the nasty with Pikachu in a bowl of Jello while eating cupcakes.

Speaking of cupcakes, naz got up and walked over to the remains of the lovely buffet table and found one of the more intact cupcakes, after making one hundred per cent sure it wasn’t from the spot whey Lindsey had licked, he returned to his seat and sat down finally ready to address the crowd. But as for his plan, only one actually knew what he would be thinning,. The one person in the room who could guess what he was thinking before he had even considered the possibility that he may have thought on that particular subject, or any other that didn’t involve how long it would be before Crypes would pass him that joint. But still, it was what he was thinking now, the plan, and the joint too, but the plan came first, followed closely by the joint and the cupcake. But now wasn’t time for such things, he had to keep it to himself.

“Okay everyone, I know it looks bad,” naz looked sincere. “But I am still on your side, funny thing, this changes nothing.” naz looked over to Gypsy, giving her a sly smile.

“In fact, I would say that this improves our chances of success,” naz nodded his head. “You see, noww they will think I am on their side. They are only doing this to get me to give up the reality program. And that’s exactly what we are going to do. Or at least that’s what they will think. If all of you will open you IM program, which coincidentally was uploaded to you along with reality program at no extra charge, And don’t forget each of you will receive the first season of Baywatch on VHS.” naz couldn’t wait to pop that in his VCR. “Anyway, I DO say that a lot. I am going to send a little message to Anne, and I want you all to see it.” And with that, naz started to type into the computer, sending a PM to Anne, the words appearing on the screens of the other members.

“Dear Anne;

Love you hair. Anyway, I have no doubt you expected me to PM you and I want you to know that I’m in. I love pink and birds. You know what I mean? I think birds are just so adorable. But that’s not why I have PMed you. I’m sure you must have figured out by now that I have something you want. Or am I just telling you now. Even Merry’s magic dust, which I have already found out the hard way should not be snorted, can get through all of the little redirects and I have left in the system. Nope, it’s just not possible without the password. And you would never guess in a million years that it is bacon. So don’t even think of trying.

Anyway I have a little band of members who want to try to stop you from achieving your goals. Yes I know about your goals. So I am in and I am more than willing to give you back the thing I have. And you can have all these rebel members as well. But we are going to do it my way.

So, I want you to send Auki to Dodger Stadium by tomorrow at noon, unless it’s raining, in which case, make it one fifteen. And I will deliver you the members responsible. And please understand, I have ot make it look good, so please don’t even thinking of sending Mysti or I assure you there will be no peace. Think of it this way, you shave my back and I’ll watch yours. So send Auki alone. Really I mean it. No tricks.

Love naz”

“So there you go ladies gentlemen and variations thereupon. That’s the plan. All of you, except Gypsy and Crypes will go and kidnap Auki.” naz gave a confident smile. “Now be wary, Anne will most likely send Mysti, along with a contingent of birds to take you all prisoner. Which is why you can’t go Gyps, she will most likely send geese. And Crypes you can’t go, cause you have the weed.” naz looked at Gypsy and shrugged “

But you guys do have the reality program. Which, by the way, is useless to them, unless they get their hands on my computer. So we have no worries. So stop whatever Anne sends and get that mod. She doesn’t have her mod powers yet, but be careful, they cold manifest at anytime and I would hate to see any of you get recycled. Although if it does happen, I can revive you later on if you request it. So no worries there. So we will just wait for her reply and then we move out. And don’t worry about Merry, I will take care of her.” naz smiled and turned to Crypes and started to sing.

“Don’t bogart that joint, my friend…”

MikeZZZ
05-13-2010, 06:16 PM
Zelli smiled after listening to naz and his rambling speech. As Naz outlined his plan however, Zelli stopped and began to think. "Hey Naz, I volunteer to lead the kidnapping. I am the best strategist after all." Zelli smiled when he said that, half joking and half serious.
He had a hunch that Naz was up to something, and Zelli belived that he would enjoy whatever it was. I mean seriously, with Auki captured, the Creators would have to listen to them. Then there would be no takeover's of the world with the reality program. Speaking of which, Zelli booted up his laptop and checked out the IM and virtual program. If he was kidnapping someone, he was going to get loaded with gear.

Anne Bonny
05-14-2010, 05:30 AM
Tapping her pen against the clip board what she had been writing notes on Mysti looked over to their fearless Pink Leader. "The question is, what, if anything can we do about it?"

"Well there's always something we can do," Anne said, batting her eyes and smiling sweetly. "It's just a matter of..."

She was interrupted by the sudden explosion of "Bird is the Word", and Anne's hand instinctively moved to retreive her cell phone from her pocket. "Oh! Excuse me ladies. It's a pm from Naz. Hmm..."

After reading the message out loud to her feminine companions, Anne fell silent for a moment. She stroked the little parrot in her hand thoughtfully before finally declaring, "Something isn't right here."

Standing quickly, Anne began pacing the room. Lola let out a squawk and fluttered to a sparkling chandelier that hung from the ceiling of Merry's office (decorated very stylishly with Tiffany diamonds). The Pink Lady stared at the phone in her hands as she paced, rereading Naz's words over and over again. Anger began building inside of her, bubbling like a bottle of Diet Coke after someone had played catch with it. Actually, that sounded pretty good right about now.

"He started out with a compliment, and that's never a good sign. While my hair is pretty fabulous, it's obvious that Naz was just saying so to get on my good side. Same with saying birds are adorable. I mean really. Way to state the obvious."

She drew to a stop in front of one of the large windows and looked out across the serene land of Roleplay Adventures. So Naz knew of their plans, did he? So he had something of theirs, did he? Foolish boy, Anne thought to herself. He might have a few ideas, but he doesn't know the magnatude of - Is that a western wood pheobe?

Anne shook her head and turned away from the window. No time for the simple pleasure of birdwatching now. Besides, Wttr still hadn't returned her binoculars. Of course, she hadn't asked for them back either. In all honesty, Anne wasn't really sure she wanted to know what he was doing with them.

"Well, it seems our newest mod thinks he can pull a fast one on us," she announced, looking at the faces of the lovely ladies around her. "But the fact remains that we must get to the bottom of all of this. "Merry, I think you're right about contacting your... contact. And then, I suggest we all get packed."

With a heavy sigh, she moved forward and put a hand on Auki's shoulder. "Don't worry, honey. I would never send anyone to Dodger Stadium alone. It really is a horrible place."

Then suddenly her face brightened. "But, they do have really good hot dogs. And we'll be there just in time for lunch!"

L
05-16-2010, 07:04 AM
Lance read Naz's PM and listened to his speech, but couldn't stop from fidgeting - he was still covered in cupcakes, and worried about being molested at some point. You never could trust anyone when it came to cupcakes.

'That's it... that's the plan? Kidnap Auki and try not to die? That's it? No gun-fire or car chases or blowing up helicopters?

'Maybe we should have a bit more of a plan.... like, I say we get some lunch, hit some home-runs with bunnies. Oooo! I know, we could use the program to bring Godzilla along and he could crush the Stadium while walking around all "Graaaghhhhhhhh, I'm Godzilla" like'

Lance walked around with his hands outstretched, stomping on the ground, pretending to be Godzilla to emphasize his point.

'Then, when Auki's distracted, POW!, right on the noggin'

Yoruyonaka
05-17-2010, 05:20 AM
Licking the icing off a cupcake, Yoru listened intently on Naz's plan. She blinked her blue eyes, which flickered purple and she looked away quickly. Her true self was wanting to get out, but she knew she couldn't let that happen. Taking a deep breath, Yoru regained control. Eating the rest of the cupcake, no more problems would occur, except for if she had a sugar high. Resisting the urge to eat every cupcake and other sugary treat in sight, Yoru continued to hear Naz. It was then she learned the Moderator StormWolf had retired and Naz gained the Moderator status. This wasn't much of a surprise and she grinned at the news.

Now, thinking about that they made Naz a part of the staff meant only one thing to Yoru: will Naz tell me where he got those scrumptious cupcakes? This was getting to be much more complicated for her. If the staff were really going to take over the world, and Naz was now with them, why should he be against it? Why were they wanting to take over the world in the first place? What becomes of those who tried to resist if they fail? What happens to the world after it? What if they succeed in defeating the staff, what happens to RPA? There would be anarchy. Maybe if they could just figure a way to all get along...Shaking her head Yoru focused her gaze on the floor. Being neutral might be the best bet for Yoru, but in the end she would have to make a decision on what to do.

The rest of Naz's plan came quickly after he sent a message everyone read, to Anne. Not only did Yoru think that was a ridiculous move, Naz completely blew his cover by acting differently from his true self. Did he really think one staff would come alone? Never. Although it was going to be his trap, Yoru knew that it would fall against them.

"Naz, are you sure this is the right move?" Yoru began. "I mean, going face to face with them would be suicide. You know Auki wont come alone to the Stadium. She will bring the others. I am worried about what we're getting ourselves into."

Ryudo
05-18-2010, 05:35 AM
Whimpers, tiny whimpers filled the room. Well, that and the smell of fear, thought Ryudo as he moved closer to cowering newbie. Oh how he relished these moments,

"So let me get this straight," Ryu laughed mercilessly as he stood from his desk and moved towards the disheveled heap of the young member, “you want me, Ryudo, to hold off on recycling your Rp?” A small whisper was all that the young man could muster,

“Please sir, I only started it a hours ago an-,” Ryu cut him off, he had already removed his coat and begun rolling up his sleeves,

“If I had a nickel for every time someone begged me not to recycle their Rp, and then, if I saved up those nickels over a long period of time, and FINALLY, if I took those nickels to a coinstar machine and traded them in for cash,” He took a breath, damn that was a long sentence, “well, I’d probably have something close to three dollars.” As soon as the echo from his voice died down, Ryu’s office was filled with silence. Of course he imagine that the silence was just a testament to how commanding he was, but in actuality it was more likely to assume that the silence was a result of the previous statement making absolutely no sense. Regaining his composure Ryu lifted the newbie to his feet,

“So, in short; My answer is no.” Ryu was about to kick the poor member out of his office when he added one last thing, “And what kind of a name is Captane Krick? Is that some kind of Plantane ripoff marketed to Crickets?” The poor member looked even more confused then he had a few moments earlier, but before he could explain that Captane Krick was the closest name he could get to Captain Kirk Ryu had already forcefully removed him from the room.

Ryu redressed as he proceeded with assigning the newbie a warning for insubordination, after this Ryu returned to his computer to check the Onion for the latest news(it was after all the only site that Ryu used for staying up to date with the world at large), lastly he opened his emails and saw that he had missed a message. When he discovered that it was from Anne, Ryu proceeded to read it with great voracity. The note was short, just a small notification that there was a meeting today, looking at the clock he realized that the meeting had already begun.

Before Ryu left he opened a secret drawer in his desk and removed from it four beautiful roses, and with a sprits of his famous Piece du Resistance Cologne he was quickly out the door heading towards the meeting.


----------------------

Ryu burst into Anne’s room, and even though he knew he was late he didn’t show it, his casual coolness he always displayed when around women was in full form today. Ryu went to each of the staff members gathered there, kissed their hands, and handed them a flower, all the while calling them Mademoiselle. When he had finished his rounds he took his place among the staff,

“So, what did I miss?”

Merry
05-18-2010, 02:38 PM
"Why that sneaky little, green footed, over posting son of ah..." Merry began, only to be sidetracked by the arrival of Ryudo bearing gifts. "Oh! A Rose! My favorite! Thanks Ryu, that's very sweet of you" she smiled at him, blushing a little at his kissing of her hand, and French no less. Directing him to make himself comfortable on a large purple couch.

"Anne was just telling us about the double dealing of a certain green member that will remain nameless... NAZ" she burst out in his direction. "If he thinks for one flat second we're giving up Auki, or anyone else, he's been watching too many Rambo movies. He has no real ideas about what's going on. To think we trusted him to be green!" she moved from behind the desk, placing the rose in a lovely pink vase that materialized suddenly on the surface, beside the phone. Then touching the rose briefly, turning it to a brilliant fuchsia color. "My favorite color" she grinned.

"Besides, Anne's absolutely right" standing with her hands on her hips, "Dodgers stadium is a horrendous place. The Yankees are there" a violent shudder cursing through her frame, her face twisting in sheer disgust. "They are absolutely evil. It figures that would be the place he chose for this!" her thoughts turning to what she would have to pack to go there. Her Red Sox jersey without a doubt, and most certainly a pink B baseball cap just had to be in there. Going into enemy territory like that, those were a must. Then again, Derek Jeter was kind of cute... wonder if he did autographs.... perhaps she should pack something, less confrontational, just in case.

"Although, this is New York we're talking about, and kinda downtown" she mused. "There are more shoe shops than even I can count!" suddenly beaming at the group. Trying to remember where that extra suitcase was, if she had one full and one empty, it could come back full of shoes and no one would be the wiser! Clapping her hands in glee.

"I need to pack!" suddenly a field trip sounded very lovely. Cute ballplayers and shoes! It couldn't get much better than this.

"There's nothing quite like a hot dog in the ballpark, even if it's not a Fenway Frank but a Dodger Dog, right? I'll get in touch with my insider soon as I pack a few essentials for our trip!" snatching her celly off the desk, heading for the door.

Mysteria
05-21-2010, 10:38 PM
Mysti frowned at the idea of going to Dodger Stadium or anywhere else right at the minute. She had to scrunch some numbers for RPA and try to determine where they needed to make cuts and additions to some of their programs in order to help keep up the standards that made RPA what it was today, a thriving business that was making the admin team one of the most powerful that any roleplaying forum could be.

"I don't like it, the idea of all of us going at once. " Mysti paced the floor even as she took the rose from Ryudo, throwing him a quick smile before continuing with her previous thoughts. "Are you sure it's smart for the entire team to go I mean, someones HAS to be here to help make sure the rpa'ers that aren't there but still lurking around the forums aren't learning anything more than possible? I mean, I know how some of these people are and they will do anything to try to get information from a staffer."

Mysti shook her head. No she didn't like it at all but they were safer in numbers. They could keep an eye on the forums from their cells lappies, of course they'd be staying in rooms with free internet so there would be time for spying on the forums and for doing what needed done upon arrival.

And besides, she's always wanted to travel some more, and this would give her the chance she needed. It would not take her long to pack.

LurkerGuy
05-23-2010, 03:52 AM
The doors of the Luxor Hotel swing open as a tall bifocal-wearing young man enters the pyramid-shaped building, carrying what seems to be a large backpack that contained his laptop, some freshly made gadgets and a white lab coat. As his eyes wander around, he takes the stairs as he noticed that the elevators are being put to a lot of use today.

For this man, Lurker, it was strange that he would receive a message regarding a forum he joined a mere day ago and now he gets an email from Naz on the same day, explaining that most of the staff of RPA is plotting against the world. The ones who greeted him seemed kind. Could the staff have some kind of dark ulterior plan, that he wasn't aware of? Whatever the case, he's excited that he may be able to make use of his talent. That is if this trip is as important as the message made it seem since flying from the East Coast all the way to Vegas makes for a damn long trip.

Finally, he finds conference room 3. He knows that he arrived rather late but he figures that Naz wouldn't mind too much. Lurker twists the knob and opens the door leading to the conference room and inside he sees some people, a flat 2D character, a yellow eyed, pale skinned man, and a dog.

"Just as I thought, this meeting is already underway, and knowing how late I am it's probably over now. Though most of these users look way different than I thought they would look in person" thought Lurker as he enters the room.

Lurker then speaks "Sorry for my lateness, so does anyone want to catch me up on this whole 'Anne and the other staff want to conquer the world' stuff?"

TheDashingRogue
05-24-2010, 01:47 AM
Well sure he'd been busy at the time, and sure it wasn't technically his holiday yet, but Dashing felt that he had deserved a break from his "hectic" *ahem* lifestyle. As the odds would have it, he had booked an all-expenses paid holiday to Vegas with accomodation at the Luxor Hotel. He had received a private message indicating that certain individuals from RPA would be attending a private function with a serious issue at hand. One that might very well endanger the world, and even worse, himself.

Pulling up outside the hotel, he handed over the keys to his bike to a bemused Valet and strode through the large glass doors, pushing both of them wide open. He'd imagined a crowd of sorts would be there to greet him; perhaps even put those flower chains around his neck (he was sure that was the practice in Vegas). All he had seen were several employees at the counter and a snoring tourist on a sofa. His shoulders shrunk and he picked up his room key from the counter before heading into the elevator. The woman at the counter had asked for his identity, to which he had responded by providing her with his passport, complete with a detailed photo of no part of his face whatsoever (http://i900.photobucket.com/albums/ac201/Keragor2/Me.png) She did an interesting expression of a gold fish whilst staring blankly inbetween the two images. Clearly the poor dear has been incapacitated by my charm he thought. He took back his passport and keys before setting off into the second elevator.

A few uninteresting and trivial moments later, Dashing had arrived outside the Conference Room 4. He pushed open the door and strode in dramatically, thumping his clenched hand down onto the table with a thud.

"I want results god damn it!"

The group of Japanese business partners stared blankly as the masked man rose slightly, unclenching his fist as he went. Turning quickly on his heel, Dashing calmly exited the room, closed the door, walked a few metres and opened the door to Conference Room 3.

"...so does anyone want to catch me up on this whole 'Anne and the other staff want to conquer the world' stuff?"

"I think I speak for everyone here when I say 'I don't think that person should be me'..." he said, leaning casually against the wall behind the bespectacled man.

John
05-30-2010, 04:13 AM
Naz felt good. It wasn’t from the bong hits from earlier, which were starting to wear off now. It wasn’t because of the newbs who had shown up to help him to stop Anne and her gang of evil miscreants. Mind you the newbs were indeed a good thing. Naz could only think of two words to describe them all. They were the most applicable words he could come up with and he knew instantly that it described perfectly just how he felt about each and every one of them; cannon fodder. Yes the newbs would be useful, but this wasn’t even the reason he felt good. Nope, Naz had the greatest feeling in the world due to possibly the greates thing happening since the creation of the universe. It changed everything. Yes, the world was a much brighter place as he had finally capitalized his name.

Anyway, there were newbs to talk to. The first to arrive was LurkerGuy. Strangely enough, he wasn’t lurking. Naz had expected lurking form someone named LurkerGuy. I mean why call yourself LurkerGuy if you aren’t going to lurk. It made no sense. But so little of what was happening made sense to Naz. How that differed from his normal life, he was unsure. Still, the guy who didn’t lurk would prove useful. He had all sorts of wonderful toys.

Ah yes, Naz loved machines. In fact, it was Stream who taught Naz all about the intricacies of machines. How they worked, what they could be used for. Oh yes, when it came to machines, there was no one better than Stream. He had more experience in his short life than anyone had had in an age. After all, it was only through the use of machines that Stream could bring a woman to orgasm. Anyway….where was I? Right, no lurking.

So after Lurker Guy came in, or maybe it was while, time being subjective and all, he was soon followed by TheDashingRogue. It was when he first saw Dash, as he will be referred to form now on as I am far too lazy to type more, that he realized that both he and Lurk, who still wasn’t lurking, had something in common. Naz found himself wondering if maybe their parents knew each other or if they were even related. It could be a possible explanation for why their names had no spaces. Still, it didn’t really matter. But back to Dash.

Well Dash wasn’t dashing. At least not in the normal sense fo word. He was more like a sauntering rogue. Perhaps even strolling or strutting. But he definitely wasn’t dashing. He was actually travelling at a normal speed. Mind you, Dash was English, so now that he had a chance to get out of the rain, maybe Dash would dash in time. Perhaps he had to dry out first. Naz also found himself wondering if Dash had a face. It really was hard to tell.

After another moment, and before, Naz could answer he became distracted by two mor people who entered. They didn’t speak and Naz identified them as Thirdkoopa and RundasJ22. He decided not to dwell on the fact that Rundas wasn’t running or where the other two koopas were, for now, Naz had to quickly bring everyone up to speed.

“Okay, listen up, cause I’m only going to say this once,” Naz truned his head and looked at Crypes. “When are you gogin to pass that joint?” Naz smiled and turned back to the group.

“Okay, so reality program, stop Anne, kidnap Auki form Dodger Stadium. Turn on your laptops and the program will automatically upload to your computers.” Naz looked down at his computer and started to type. He took the time to activate the upload on his computer and then sent an email to Merry, looping it thought the reality program so it would appear as one hundred per cent legitimate.

“Dear Miss Gentry;

Your name was selected at random to receive a personal invite to the Shoe Festival being held in Seattle Washington. The event runs for the next three days at the Seattle Convention Center. You may show up at anytime you like, but if you can make it there within the next twenty four hours, then you will not only receive any one hundred pairs of shoes that you desire, as well you will also receive a exclusive buy one get ten free standing with any of the vendors from around the world.

Don’t miss out and we hope to see you there.”

Now Naz had done two things while typing this out. The first was to make sure that none of the others could find any back door into his computer and see what he typed. This message was intended for viewing only by him, Crypes and Gyps. Oh and Merry, which was who he sent it to in the first place, so I don’t know why I mention it now. He also looped the message through the reality program. The moment he clicked send, the reality program sprang to life and made the shoe festival and the contest actually occur. There were news notices on every major website and the New York Times hailed the event saying, “You will shoely have a good time.” Phase one of his plan was now complete. Looking up from the computer, Naz smiled and addressed the group.

“Okay everyone; you know what you have to do. So pitter patter, let’s get at er.”

Lethe
05-31-2010, 11:29 PM
A young man Lethe had never seen before entered the conference room. He was tall, wore bifocals and sported a white lab coat. He carried a large backpack. Behind him was another individual she had never previously met. Evidently more and more people had received the information from Naz about the sinister plot he had unveiled. Lethe was glad to see others here supporting the cause. She was impressed that so many people had traversed large distances to attend this meeting.

She wondered if more people would be arriving soon.

She wondered how many of them would test out the new reality program Naz discovered.

She wondered if Naz’s plan would succeed.

She wondered how dead bugs get into enclosed light fixtures.

Lethe heard Naz address the group. “Listen up, cause I’m only going to say this once… Okay, so reality program, stop Anne, kidnap Auki form Dodger Stadium. Turn on your laptops and the program will automatically upload to your computers.”

Perfectly on cue, Lethe noticed a window with a horizontal bar appear on her notebook computer screen. It indicated that a program was being transferred. She watched the numbers flash from 1% downloaded to 5% downloaded. It paused for a while and then suddenly jumped to 22% downloaded. The bar then stopped. It didn’t move. Lethe frowned at the display, trying to determine if data was still being transferred. She terminated the transfer and then tried uploading it again from the beginning. Lethe despised Windows Vista. She held her breath, half expecting another problem to arise. This time the program uploaded correctly.

However, when she tried to install it, her notebook computer beeped in an annoying fashion. Another window popped up. It was a message from McCheapo Antivirus/Antispyware indicating a potential problem. Evidently the antivirus program was preventing her from installing the file.

Lethe subtly glanced around the room to see if anyone else seemed to be having trouble with the file. With her luck, it was probably just her. She felt her face grow warmer in embarrassment. How could she help destroy this sinister plot for world domination if she couldn’t even get a simple program to run on her dang computer?

LurkerGuy
06-01-2010, 04:05 AM
As soon as Naz finished going over their objectives. Stopping Anne and her plans was an obvious one to Lurker, learning this information was the entire reason for him coming to Vegas. But the rest of the mission was new to him. Clanking noises can be heard as he goes through his backpack to pull out his old medium sized laptop. Sure enough when he turned it on a message showed up informing that a program was being transferred. As the transfer took place, he made sure to turn off any and all antivirus programs that were setup for his computer, it was a good thing for Lurker that he still had Windows XP installed in his laptop instead of the abomination that is Windows Vista that he had in his home PC. Plus he didn’t really need the antivirus software because of the other uses he has for his computer, many which to his annoyance, is blocked off when the software is left on.

Lurker would activate the program to see it for himself but after listening to Naz’s overview he could take a good guess what the program’s purpose is. A program like this could make ruling the world, or rather changing the world to fit one’s whims to be as easy as pie. He’s now beginning to feel glad that Naz managed to get this away from Anne and he was certainly not going let the staff get their hands on the copy of the program that he just got. Though Lurker has his own ideas for a program like this, he is trying to hold off from making them reality. With the sheer amount of work that he must put into his gadgets and machines, it would normally takes days or even weeks to finish them. This program could have these ideas take form in mere seconds. His thought of not becoming a two-bit hack of a scientist is the only thought in his brain that is stopping him from using the program to his advantage.

“Dodger Stadium, eh? Then I shall head there once I take my leave from this place.” Lurker said calmly to Naz as he stuffs his laptop back into his backpack while also opening a smaller compartment within the backpack that not only reveals his lab coat but small metallic spider-like mechas.

“Maybe you and your friends will be able to see some use” Lurker murmured as he looks at the mechas for a minute.

Lurker spoke again in a rather boastful tone as he zips up the small compartment “Naz, I thank you for choosing me for helping overthrow the staff of RPA and their diabolical world domination scheme. I may be a ‘newbie’ but my mastery over machines never fails to impress.”

The Gypsy Queen
06-03-2010, 12:40 AM
Smoke wafted lazily from the lit tip of her cigarette as she tapped impatiently on her laptop, making a face at the Vista logo as it came and went. As she booted up the reality program, her red lips curled deviously around the cigarette, dangling forgotten between them.

Oh... this was good. Insane, but good.

She could make a literal killing on this.

Her blue eyes lifted from the screen, surveying the group in the conference room carefully. If anyone was watching particularly closely, they might have noticed something like doubt, hesitation, and uncertainty flicker just beneath her permanent smirk for a fraction of a second. It was the line she'd promised herself she'd never cross. True, before then, most of them had been the visual equivalent of names on a screen. But she'd promised herself that RPA would be the one place where she wouldn't look for the angle or marks, the one place where she could relax and be herself, not part of the constant act that had become such a part of her psyche that she felt naked without it.

Temptation was sweet and alluring on her lips, soft and inviting...

But she couldn't. It wasn't right. And it was the one place she had where what was right mattered to her. She had to keep that much clean.

She was about to close her laptop triumphantly, when she got the PM from Naz.

Her sulky, half closed eyes narrowed almost immeasurably. She didn't allow herself to look at Naz (surprised looks were always a dead giveaway that something was up) but she made a point of kicking his table "accidentally" with her high-heeled black boot.

So. She wasn't the only one who heard the sweet siren Temptation's call. Nor was she the only one to notice the siren's sisters, Backstab, Lies, and Secrets.

She licked her red-stained lips and held her cigarette lazily between her fingers, glancing at Naz in an incidental way. He got the full force of her questioning glare, and the silent message for him there.

You had better know what you're doing...

" So. We flying? Gimme thirty at the blackjack table, or a few hours at the bar. We can all take first class."

Lethe
06-11-2010, 11:56 AM
Lethe restarted her notebook computer, verified the installation of Windows Vista Service Pack 2 (that Microsoft evidently lovingly refers to as SP2), troubleshooted (was the word troubleshooted actually a word?) the service pack, checked the newly installed Reality program for program compatibility with her system, made sure that she hadn’t missed any recent or important general operating system updates, ran some obscure Windows System Update Readiness tool (that she hoped wouldn’t actually blow up her little computer), uninstalled and then reinstalled a security application, and then restarted her computer twice more for luck.

Finally, it seemed that she had the new Reality program correctly installed and running smoothly! She felt pleased with herself that she had managed to resolve the problem without needing to get help from a technical representative from Microsoft who lived in some distant third world country and possessed only a minimal grasp of the English language. Lethe leaned back in her seat, crossed her feet at the ankles and smiled happily.

Gypsy, who sat nearby and who was taller, slimmer, more fashionably dressed, and apparently much more self confident than Lethe, offered her input.

"So. We flying? Gimme thirty at the blackjack table, or a few hours at the bar. We can all take first class."

Ah, so Gypsy preferred blackjack! The mere reference to the casino reminded Lethe of how unexpectedly well she had recently done at the slots. Not that Lethe imagined herself to be in any way proficient at gambling. She felt it much more likely that her winnings downstairs were a fluke, a temporarily streak in luck that might happen once in a lifetime. But at least she was here, in Vegas, having a fun time! This was much more exciting than her career as a Hershey kiss wrapper.

Lethe cleared her throat before speaking.

“Thank you, Gypsy. I um think it would be quite wonderful to fly first class.” Lethe hoped that she hadn’t spoken too loudly or appeared presumptuous. She absolutely hated to draw attention to herself, but she had never ever flown first class before!

Merry
06-19-2010, 12:26 AM
Merry raced back to her suite of rooms. Her high heels clicking loudly down the purple halls of the RPA Admin wing. Creating quite the loud echo through the vast empty halls. Noticing as she moved quickly down the halls, that the wing seemed a little quite today. Shrugging it off to summertime, she didn't really think too much about it.

Just as she reached her suite of rooms her black berry started to go off. Benny Benassi (http://vodpod.com/watch/2106705-benny-benassi-i-love-my-sex) She started to dance in the hallway, the techo groove always did that to her. Remembering why she was dancing, she stopped the music to read the message coming across her screen.

“Dear Miss Gentry;

Your name was selected at random to receive a personal invite to the Shoe Festival being held in Seattle Washington. The event runs for the next three days at the Seattle Convention Center. You may show up at any time you like, but if you can make it there within the next twenty four hours, then you will not only receive any one hundred pairs of shoes that you desire, as well you will also receive a exclusive buy one get ten free standing with any of the vendors from around the world.

Don’t miss out and we hope to see you there.”

"Well, this will change everything!" she squealed in delight, going back to dancing for a few more minutes.

Throwing open the large double doors to her personal rooms, while visions of Manolo Blahnik, Christian Dior, Jimmy Choo’s ran through her head, thoughts of saving Auki and newbies conveniently slipping her mind, for now. Kicking off her high heels, her feet sinking into the plush pink carpeting, she headed to the far side of the room. “Suitcase! Where are you!” she shrieked.

She opened the closet, quickly pulling out enormous bag. It was her Minnie Mouse suitcase actually. It always made her giggle to see it. It was very large and red, with giant white polka dots. Just like Minnie Mouse’s skirt. It would be perfect, she mused. It would hold just about everything she would need for a trip.

Tossing the suite case on the large heart shaped, king size bed, she quickly raced about grabbing all sorts cute little tops and shorts and of course a few pairs of shoes. What if there wasn’t anything good at the shoe festival, she thought in horror. Best be prepared and bring some of her favorites. Just in case.

She threw in her favorite Jimmy's (http://www.jimmychoo.com/Shoes/Penny/invt/104pennylpr) and then there were her Christian's (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ND920tPjWkA/SGk1Fxz7NlI/AAAAAAAAHFA/uVKLZlN42xg/s400/Dior%2Btied%2Bshoes.jpg) those went with anything and then just because there was a little bit of space in the suite case she threw in the Gucci boots (http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/a7/d/AAAAAh7DHg8AAAAAAKfStw.jpg) as well.

Throwing one last mini skirt on the top of the already overloaded suit case, she closed it with a snap and dragged it to the door. Hoping that it wasn't beyond the weight limit. Texting Anne and Mysti quickly on her way to the garage for a ride to the airport.

"Girls, small change in plans. Have to stop first in Seattle before I head to Dodgers Stadium. Seriously need to see something first. Much luv, kisses, M"

Tossing her bag into the back of the long black Limo, she instructed the driver, Tom Brady "Get me to the airport, now....there are shoes to be had, and daylight is wasting! Never been to Seattle before, wonder what it is like there.” leaning back into the plush red velvety seat thinking of all the shoes she would be getting, she couldn’t help but smile.

Ghexn
06-19-2010, 03:06 AM
As sarge stepped off of the airplane and into the airport, he became aware that he was drawing stares. Even here in Vegas, where you could see things far weirder them him, people still stared. he knew why they stared, but he could still never understand how they could stare for so long at one thing. But then again, he himself often did the exact same thing and stared at stuff for a long time if it was different.

As he was walking through the airport, a few different thoughts crossed his mind. The foremost of these thoughts was about why Naz had suddenly gotten the urge to give out free tickets to Vegas and fly multiple members of RPA there. He was also having an after thought that the airport security might give him some trouble considering he had a plasma cutter stashed away inside of his luggage, which might be considered a dangerous weapon. He decided to play it cool and get out of the airport as quickly as he could, so he put his helmet on and made a beeline for the exit.

Once outside, he hailed a taxi and, despite the drivers look, told him to take him to the Luxor Hotel. He knew that he was late, mainly due to the fact that his flight had somehow gotten delayed for 3 hours for reasons that no sane person could have understood. But aside from that, He was sure that he was making good time. So as he sat there waiting to get to the hotel, he tried to organize his thoughts about what was going on. The Admins wanted to take over the world, Naz had some kind of big secret to show everyone, and this was the largest meeting of members in a while. Yeah, everything was going to go great.

As the taxi pulled into the hotel drop-off area, he got out and tried to blend into the crowd, a feat at which he failed miserably. Eventually he just decided to run to the elevator and not even worry about anyone else until he got the the meeting. He spotted an elevator that was empty and made a dive for it before anyone else could get in. Once it started up, he took off his helmet and then waited for it to reach the right floor, where he got out and headed for the meeting room. Thinking that no one would recognize him without the helmet, he put it back on and entered the room, seeing that someone had already flung food everywhere and there was a joint going around. "Ummm, I'm not interrupting anything am I?"