***Session Sat. Sept. 02 23:15:56 2000 ***Topic: 1920's Plot 2 ***Host's Note: Plot never finished ***Side Jokes are included ::leans against the bar:: So this is the place to be now that Dark Kat isn't running it, huh? ::looks around:: 'Least it's cleaner... ::has his fedora over his eyes:: Jake... ::tugs the hat up a bit:: You're not a fugitive anymore. ::his own fedora is tipped at an angle he thinks is roguish... well, he thinks:: ::smirks:: But, I'm fallin' asleep...I want ya' ta' think I'm actually payin' attention...::my, he's honest:: You! ::grabs him into a headlock:: ::is grabbed:: Ack!! Okay! Okay! You've proved yer point!! ::strangled voice:: ::lets him go with a smirk:: ::piano intro: That'll teach ya'... Yer too kind...::rubs his neck:: ::laughs a bit:: You forget, Furlong... shorty's tough... He'll have his revenge... ::smirks at Chance:: What he said. And when he does... ::Grins:: ::same grin:: When he can catch me.... ::notes piano, ears flickering:: ::pauses to hear piano:: Isn't this where yer sister makes her entrance? All he needs to do is ask me nice to put a sleeper hold on ya... ::steps out, singing "Someone To Watch Over Me.":: ::glances over:: And, there she is! And then I let him do his thing... ooooo... singer... woof woof awwwooooo... ::QUIETLY:: ::pauses to crack up at RJ's comment before turning his attention on Kitty:: ((::giggles::)) (( AWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! ::loudest wolf whistle in the joint!::)) ((ROFL!!! ::smacks him with the mic like she's using a bola weapon:: )) ::sings for a few minutes, then ends:: ( Bawoooooo... owwwie... do again...)) ::claps,... tosses in a whistle:: ::ditto:: ::grins, comes on down:: Nice to see you again, boys. ((LOL!!)) Hey... Weren't we just here last night? We're regular patrons. Hello lady.... Oh, hush, Chance. ::nodsnods at what Chance says, smirking all the way:: ::razz:: ::at Kitty, not Jake:: ::he'll find reason to razz Jake later:: ::brushes her tail in both their faces:: ::down the bar:: I wanna Teq... ::notes his father:: ...milk.... ::smiles, doesn't want RJ to think she's ignoring him:: Hello, RJ. Gah! ::leans against the bar: Yer just regular boozers... or at least fakin' all that drunk stupor... ::Grins:: ::before sneezing:: ::spits out fur:: ::toothy grin:: Hush! No one's supposed to know that! Busy tomorrow, Kitty Kat? Boozers nuthin'! We're workin' onna case! Just the usual, Wolfie. 'Scuses 'scuses...;) Ooo, a case. What is it this time? That's...confidential...::is kidding, he knows she 's a cop:: Someone new's fillin' the power void Dark Kat and Katscratch left. Oops.. ::after Jake:: ::Chuckles:: Sounds like a fun time in the boring town. Where can I sign in? Anytime...thing's've been pretty quiet since Dark Crud went down... You said it. ::grins:: Nina's so ticked off at me now that I'm her boss. ^_^ 'Til this guy... Feral's lost two cops to 'em... well, we assume lost... Haven't found the bod... Her boss? Did I forget to tell you? I own this place now. Yes, you did and how? ::whisper to J&C:: Though I'm a cop in Orleans, I transfered here. Won an auction. ::elbows Jake:: She's obviously gettin' paid more'n we did. ::blink:: ::stage whisper:: You moved! 'Sides, any of Dark Crud's flunkies would try to take this place again. OOF!! ::as is elbowed:: ^_^ Yup. Doncha just HATE me? Thanks fer the info..::thwaps Chance:: Where's that bottomless-pit of a nephew of mine anyway? Flirting with Nina? ::thwaps back:: ::to Kitty:: Only when you eat at my place all the time. ::stolls into the bar:: Anybody in here up fer a case? ::Laughs:: He's down the bar trying to order something that would give his mother nightmares... Depends. Ooh ooh! Meeee! ::Waves his paw, grinnin':: What's the case? ::raises his voice:: And, though he's legal, he *shouldn't*! ::giggles:: ::blinks:: ::turns to Trina:: What's up? Me...on the roof...after that bellow...::thwaps him with the manila folder:: I think we made her forget the case... Quit gawking. *WE*? I wasn't talkin... Awk! ::to RJ:: Could I get a milk then! I hear that your life flashes before your eyes when you're in danger. Maybe if I "threaten" her... ::evilish grin:: Don't you dare...::to Kitty, joking tone:: Aww! ::Sliiiiides down a long, tall, cool one to the big green boy:: One cow for the cowboy! How ya been, Max? Yeah...not after last time...::got outta the hospital a couple weeks ago:: How about I buy him a farm and he can make his own hamburgers and hot dogs? ::isn't green anywhere in this version:: ::takes it:: Thanks... I think... Anyway...to those interested...::tosses the manila folder on the nearest table:: ::to Kitty:: Okay... ::goes to sit herself after that:: ::grabs one and opens it:: I'm kidding, kiddo. ::looks at manila:: Hmm... Profile on the new guy? ::Takes one, opens, reads:: ::tosses down the milk and reads over Chance's shoulder:: ::ditto:: (( DA-YAD! She's drinking my milk!)) ::looking over Chance's shoulder, that is:: ((::giggle::)) ::lays her head on the back of the chair:: Bingo. Some guy calls himself Rex Shard...claims he's got the mula to take over the city...what Dark Crud and Scarface couldn't do... (( ::with a milk mustache:: Oh, I am not!)) ((::DIES!::)) Swell... He sure has an ugly mug... ::lookin' at the b/w photo of a normal-looking kat:: I'll say. ::Chuckles:: Eh, I've seen worse... That the only case? Try the mayor on Scotch... Eww... ::curls his nose:: I like Scotch. Nopes...there's another...::reaches into her jacket and tosses that folder on the table:: Here's something not even the Feds can pull... ::opens:: No, not the Scotch. Manx drunk. Oh. ::peeks at Kitty's folder:: ::reads over Kitty's shoulder:: What about it? ::wipes his milk moustach with RJs bar towel... left conveniently in reach:: Lately, there have been reports of certain kats being turned into crystal...sorta like a Mydas touch if you will....no one knows what's been causing it... Weird. Wild. Nuts. Crazy. Sounds like the super natural. Like, shiny... Spooks? ::to Kitty's comment:: ::snorts:: Yah, right... ::looks at them:: You guys done searching every word for "strange?" ::snort, razz:: No. We got plenty where that came from! ::wide grin:: Kooky? ::at Chance, not Trina:: Bizarre? ::sighs:: ::razzes back:: Nah. We find this eerily amusing. ::Gwin:: (( Augh! Stop spitting near my bar!)) ::rubs her eyes:: Look...no one knows what's going on...and Feral's said to drop it...but I know better...jus' thought it might interest you guys... (( ::thunks a spitoon down on Chance's head... he dare not touch the boss::)) (( I'm the one who owns the darn bar, not you.)) ( ::Cleancleancleam::)) ((ROFL!!!)) Sure... We love weird. Uh-huh! Jus' tell us where to go. (( Bar might be yours, but I gotta keep my image. Can't have jaw-flapperes leavin' watermarks, now can I?)) Well...if you wanna take both cases... Yeah. Are there *any* leads? (( Gimme a few years, and I'll invent the coster)) Sure. Why not. There's three of us in the detective agency and two joiners. I think we can cover it. Sice this Shard guy's a tough one, I'll be goin' as a bodyguard for whoever's takin' that one... ::smiles:: Cool. At any rate, there weren't any leads so far...we can't even get anything outta Steele if we wanted to.. ::Reaches behind the bar, and pulls a slick Tommy Gun:: ::to RJ:: You gotta license fer that thing? ::joking:: 'Scuse me while i get mah pinstripe on, dames. ::Has that accent on:: 'Course I do, sugar... ::nods:: Right... Me and RJ are definitely on Shard. Max, you take the supernatural. ::thinks it's safer:: ::nods: I'll go with Max. You guys be careful, got it? Lessee... who do I wanna go with... ::Quick changes into a black suit:: ::pouts:: ::buttons up his trenchcoat:: Sorry, kiddo. ::small smile:: Guess yer stuck with me. (( Aww, what a cute little pout! ::pinches Maxie's cheeks::)) S'okay.... Mebbe the statues will be interesting to look at... (( Augh! NOW, she starts acting like an auntie!)) I'll go with Max. Just lemme get into my evening gown. ((ROFL!!)) ::is oblivious to Max - long habit:: ((::Snikkerlaughs::)) ::Nods and smiles:: Well, good luck...any more info, jus' ask me for it. ::chuckles:: Good. I know he'll be safe between you and Tommy and Jake's aim. Don't worry kid... you'd need to keep up with the big boys... and this isn't a little boy's job... I'm 22! So be glad this one ::Slaps in a clip:: isn't for you. Yes! I got my own little protection. ::pets her gun. Issa good one. ^_^:: Oh. My bad... ::Pulls fedora over his eyes:: ::gives it a small kiss:: ::begins to walk out:: And guys? Be careful? (( Does your gun play fetch? Do you want me to sic it on you? ::Whistles innocently::)) ((::giggles!::)) Read my mind, will you? ::small smile:: You know the drill. ::leaves:: Later, Tri... ::salute:: Yes, ma'am! ::to Max:: That's double for you. ::waves as she walks out:: Dad...! Yeah... be VERY careful, guys... ::giggles:: Well...who's going where? ::shakes his head:: I've been "dead" once - don't you go there for real. ::turns back to Jake:: Well, where were the last sightings? I'm going with the supernatural. Shard-shatterin's my bag. Right, right. ::waves to them whilst studying the files:: ::checks it out:: Last sightings....Megakat Gold Mines... Of which? You ask, then you don't pay attention... how droll. The whole...supernatural deal... No, I asked where we were going. Let's go, Max. ::nods to Jake:: Right... ::including Kitty and Max with a nod:: You guys best catch a train out there... ::nods to them:: Who needs a train when you have Max? ::blinks:: Both... of you....? I'll drive. ::turns to Max:: I think...I'll stick with yer Dad... ::sighs in relief:: Okay! Sure! Fine! yes! Aw, rats. ::gives Max a stern look until he straightens up:: We...better get going... ::to Chance:: ::nods:: Hey, RJ... Ready to check out the warehouse district? Can do, for sure. Les' go, compadre. Let's go then! ::leads the way to his... Model T or somethin':: ::follows, lookin' at the file:: ::to Jake as he slids in the drivers seat:: You should get a car sometime, Jake... Don' bug me... ::Skides inna back, stretches out:: I've no complaints... Why? It's fun. ::starts the car and off they go:: I'll...invent one sooner or later...it'll be a blessing to make it out alive without yer drivin'...;;joking:: No need for a car... ::razzes Jake:: ::Chuckles:: He got ya there, Chancer... Eh... His time will come. ::razzes back:: Yer fault fer takin' the short cuts! What shortcuts? ::turns into a narrow, narrow alleyway at breakneck speed... for a Model T:: This one, fer starters...::closes his eyes:: Das it...I've gotta come up with...oh yeah! Seatbelts! Seat whats?! ::turns out of the alley, sending a garbage can flying:: ::HOLDS ON!:: ::clings to his chair:: Something to prevent US from flying outta the windshield! I like the sound of seatbelts.... yes, wolfie likes the sound of that... ::walks away from building on shabby side of town:: Ah, the demolition business, nothing quite so fulfilling. Oh *that*... No fear... ::buildings are becoming more rundown as they go:: ::drops lit match back on ground to light stream of gasoline running back into building:: ::covers his eyes:: Tell me when we get there!! Sure, sure. ::skids around a parked car:: ::building shoots of fireball into the sky:: Ah, sweet music Holy kats! ::sees the fireball ahead:: (( ::hands on eyes:: Tell me it's not a little old lady!)) ::opens his eyes at that:: Wha'?! ((DIES!!!!!)) ::turns around to survey building:: Ah, thats more like it, not so dreary now! ::eyes are wide:: What in the...did you hit a car and sent it flying??? ::to Chance:: ::skids to a stop in front of the building, illuminating Seek in the... headlights? did they have them?:: ::Lookin' out:: Someone's having a nice ole BBQ.... ::YES they had 'em... ;):: ::naw, man, they drove blind!:: ::um...they had...candles! yeah!::: ::turns around to headlights:: Hm? Who is *that*? ((::sooo dead at that mental image::)) ::You guys are nuts... ;) :: ::Nuts is good ;):: Why're you askin' me?! At best he's a witness! Hmmmm... ::turns and walks towards burning building:: Oh, alright, alright...why don't we just ASK him? ::steps outta the car:: ::jumps out after Jake, yanking a pistol from its holster at his side:: Fine... But, we be careful.... ::adds:: And, I'm not usin' yer clunky "silencer" thing... Right...::grabs his own handgun:: ::Climbs out, hoisting that Tommy Gun:: Aww...but I like the quiet... ::continues walking towards building:: Hey, you! ::to Seek:: Are you crazy?! He's walkin' towards the building... ::just blinks at it all:: Apparently so. ::To Chance:: ::yells back:: Nope. ::leans down to look at ground:: ::blinks:: ::finds fuse and lights it:: What RJ said... ::Sniffs:: Run... NOW... ::stands and walks down nearby and handy dark alley:: He just lit a fuse! ::sees the spark and sizzle as the fuse lights:: ::eyes widen:: Get down! ::shoves Jake down:: ::Hi-tails it!:: Um...this is where we turn and ru....::is shoved:: ::Jumps behind the car:: ::fuse heads towards burning building and then sharply turns back towards them:: Um...Chance?! :sees the fuse:: Crud! ::jumps up, hauling Jake with him:: ::Looks:: ::fuse merrily burns its way to nearby trash pile:: ::is dragged:: I can run! Oh crap... ::Grabs the BOTH of them up when perfectly close, and ruuuuunz!:: ::trash pile explodes merrily as well sending flaming garbage everywhre:: Well, I'm faster than BOTH of ya. ::walks down alley to his car:: Hm, that was fun. ::gets chunked with a flaming cabbage:: Ow! ::wonders if he'll ever use his legs in any event:: ::gets in and pulls away slowly into traffic:: RJ... We *can* walk... ::nevermind *he* doesn't let *Jake* walk:: ::Coughs...:: ::Puts 'em both down:: Oh, we can walk...yeah, after the danger's over...::cross armed at Chance:: Thanks for the save. ::blinks at the flaming rubble.... Tha-at.. was new... ::pulls up nearby to watch them with his lights off:: ::ignores Jake:: We've got a firebug on top of Shard?! ::see? Seek no have lights!:: ::at Chances comment nearby building blows up just as merrily as garbage:: ::He's using...fireflies!:: ((::dead::)) Argh! ::Jumps!:: Gah! ::covers face:: ::covers his own:: Argh! Chance... say one more thing... I dare you... Gee that was fun. ::peels out into traffic:: Yeehaw! ::thwaps Chance:: It wasn't me! My mouth sets off dynamite now?! If that's a working theory, I would rather not test it! ((::stack of unlit dynamite goes off at Chance's words::)) Prolly...at the wrong time... ((ROFL!!)) (( ::JUMPS!:: See? I told ya. SHADDAP!)) ((Fiend!)) ((and infidel?)) Right.... ::hears sirens:: Feral.. ((YeS!)) ((::is dying::)) Let's move it 'fore we're blamed... ::pulls up, gets out:: ::grimaces:: Let's move before he says we did this... ::says at same time as RJ:: ::smacks hand against head:: Drat... ::as Feral gets out:: ::drives somewhere to a nice cozy little hideout in one of those warehouses:: ::gives them the glare, walks up to them:: WHAT...happened here? It... blew... up. Uhm... things blew up in our faces, and we had a BBQ? ::bluntly, raising on his toes a hair to meet Feral's eyes:: It wasn't us, Feral... We're outta hot dogs, but if ya want chicken, there's 3 here... ::Chuckles:: Seems to me you're the only ones in the area...why shouldn't I blame you? (( ::gives RJ "the stare" -- patent pending, all rights reserved -- for the jokes::)) ((::dies!::)) ::snickers with RJ:: You don't have any evidence it was us. Well, you do owe us one for giftwrapping Dark Kat, Katscratch, and two Steele's for you... ::smirks:: Reasons why I'm not even making an attempt to arrest you. No explosive resedue from our car, and I sure as heck don't have anything flammable... Thank you. I shouldn't even ask where you're headed either, should I? (( 'Cept for my highly combustible underwear... and if I hear any hottie jokes, I'll use Tommy on yo' hiney.)) ::muttered, still mad at Feral for firing Jake and not telling anyone his death was fake:: I believe that's nonna yer concern, Feral... Exactly. You were the ones that kicked us out, and it doesn't give you any right to butt into our affairs... I kicked *you* out for disobeying orders, Clawson... Furlong removed himself.. You coulda back us up a bit more... I'm stayin' outta this fight, 'cept for one comment. I can't back up every single freelance detective firm in the city!