- Thursday,
August 05, 1999 at 06:32:25 (MDT)
Lord
Woodlouse <<-----
Now, it plays god save the queen>
- Thursday,
August 05, 1999 at 06:47:59 (MDT)
*remarkably unphased by all the events going on around him* Now
where did those Tribbles get to? Come on ya little furballs! Come out and
fight like Klingons!!
TDK
- Thursday,
August 05, 1999 at 10:27:54 (MDT)
*a horde of tribbles appear and while TDK is busy fighting them
another comes out of nowhere, bites his little toe off and goes runnning
away*
A Tribble
- Thursday,
August 05, 1999 at 10:43:51 (MDT)
...Climbs up out of the sewers that are currently serving as his
Lurker Cave, and finds himself in the middle of a horde of tribbles and
one very very tissed off klingon. Not knowing which to fear worse, he draws
on his powers as a lurker to hide, his body now appears to be an exact
duplicate of the egg shaped mirror thing-a-ma-bobber. Which quickly floats
away to explore the chaos all around... Hrmm, maybe I should have put in
the effort to become a regular before i came here. ...The mirrored egg
duplicate mutters, Inside it Darva is going over his Lurkers Manual, needing
to know what happens if a Lurker Duplicate comes in contact with the origonal,
thinking that might cause a problem...
Darva
(Lurker Extrodinare) <[email protected]>
- Thursday,
August 05, 1999 at 13:03:50 (MDT)
Jadesfire, having exchanged her coronation dress for her standard
uniform, smirks at her chief intelligence officer. The man coughs, and
begins a report of the forces being massed by the emperor-figure. He trails
off when it becomes clear that the Queen/Admiral is not paying attention
in the slightest. "Ma'am, this is a serious threat to our interests!" Jadesfire
smiles. "Isn't it obvious? Any evil empire must have legions of annoying
officers with british accents...it's in the rules of warfare somewhere.
However, without a legitimate source for british officers.....and the ones
out there have been recalled, I've seen to that....no empire can function."
The intelligence officer blinks, tries to find flaws in the patently ridiculous
statement, but fails.
- Thursday,
August 05, 1999 at 13:44:05 (MDT)
...Inside the mirror egg thing-a-ma-bob his ears perk up as he hears
something about british officers on the Lurker Band radio. He digs around
in his various pockets, searching for his Lurker Background Kit, and starts
studying up on british accents. Absentmindedly, he sets the controls on
his little pod for outerspace, broadcasting on all frequences a distress
call in a distinctly british accent... "Help! Top flight British General
Stranded! Repeat! Help! Resume follows!" ...Any computer hooked up to the
communications system that receives this broadcast starts spitting out
paper, over a hundred sheets of it in total. It describes his prowess as
a killer of people when the camra's not on him, and his inability to do
anything right when the camra actualy is on him. He figures this is the
perfect way to get into an evil movie empire...
Darva
(Lurker Extrodinaire)
- Thursday,
August 05, 1999 at 13:59:10 (MDT)
...After broadcasting for a while, he shuts down his system, and
goes back into Lurking Mode, not wanting to be found untill he's ready.
He keeps his Lurker Band Radio on though, so as not to miss out on important
developments... (Ugh, work... :P Maybe someone will actualy respond to
me while i'm gone... see ya'll when i get back.)
Darva
- Thursday,
August 05, 1999 at 14:22:51 (MDT)