Megaman - Wednesday, August 23, 2000, 6:20 PM

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REQUIRED READING: Faction Meeting Mon Aug 21 Rock

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Rock's face appears on the screen. "All Hunters are required to attend a meeting on Wednesday night, at (after 8pm Eastern). This meeting is important, entailing squad rearranging and reassignments, assignments to new people, and discussing plan of attack for striking back at the Masters and Mavericks. If you can't be there, there will be a hololog availible. Rock, out."

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Medical Center - Hunter HQ

Kyo-Ohki wiggles her tail as she seems play with Rick's blanket as the human slumbers on his medical bed with some light mewing...

Paul blinks in surprise. "Good to hear she's all right . . . poor critter." He gives her a faint, wry smile. "That's the one that didn't take to me too well, isn't it?" Referring back to 'Paul' and Kyo's first meeting.

Magma Dragoon clutches various wounds upon his body as he heads to the repair chamber. He glances briefly at Kyo-Ohki, but can't even form a smile in his pain. He gaits into the chamber.

Little Kyo-Ohki watches as the reploid makes her way inward towards the chamber and gets an idea. She scampers over towards one of the shelves, accidentally knocking over a tray...and procures a Band-Aid. She rushes towards him and merely waits outside the chamber...holding the tiny bandage...as if that will help....

Zero continues to snore, head still resting on Dischord's medtable.

Dischord is on her med bed. Ya know, with the amount of time she spends in this med bay, maybe she should just move in here. ;)

Dischord snorts as she tosses and turns over, still asleep, but not sleeping to well. In fact as she sleeps, she mumbles the word 'No'. In fact it soon becomes apparent at how poorly she's sleeping as she actually floats about a inch off the bed, and starts kicking, repeating over and over the word 'no.'.

"I'm sure I'll find a use for it. Actually, Kyo has her own bed in a basket. But this will help keep her toys in one place," she states. Twila traces one of the designs with her fingers before glancing up. "What...happened that day when we were in Cairo anyway...after you stalled Wily and the others so I could get back home? Never had a chance to ask that."

Zero gets kicked in the head and falls over, and as he turns over, gets kicked again where the sun don't shine. His eyes nearly pop out of his eyes as keels over on the ground, "It's a good thing... I'm not human... ugh... medic..." he squeaks out in a high pitched voice.

Kyo-Ohki literally jumps at the noise and, droping the tiny gift held within her mouth to the ground, lets out a loud "Meeeeeeeeeeeeeei". Nervous now, as she had been ever since she had been brought back by Rick she starts darting about and then on the medical beds in a frenzy. "Mewmewmewmew..." This, of course, Dischord's stomache. She uses her as a springboard to land on top od Zero's head before moving on the next table and hide underneath the blanket. *whimper*

Dischord just screams louder, repeating the word 'No' over and over, rising ever so higher, so that she's now a good foot and a half above the bed, starting to barrel roll while she lashes out. Kicking, screaming, punching at some unseen enemy that haunts her dreams.

Zero blinks as the cabbit bounces off his head and snaps out of his daze as he looks up at Dischord and boggles, "EY! WOMAN!" he screams as he claps his hands rather loudly, "WAKE UP!" he screams, before wincing a tad from his injuries, "Guh... I'm getting too old for this..."

The lump underneath the covers of the nearby bed moves as Kyo crawls for some type of safety. But not knowing where she's going she ends up falling on the very side she first came in on...and tumbles onto the floor...hitting the base of Dischord's bed. Giving herself a firm, hard shake she darts in between Zero's legs and ends up heading up the cabinets and straight to the top of one of the nearby shelves for safety... "Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew!!"

Dischord just continues to lash out an roll, while screaming. But somehow, as if simply by hearing a farmiliar voice, she snaps awake instantly. Unfortunately as this happens, she's still rolling thanks to momentum, and falling now that her anti gravs are shut off again. The net result of these two things causes her to not only fall back down, onto the bed, but to almost instantly roll right off the side of it.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"

Zero gaks and dive-slides forward to catch Dischord as she falls, causing his upper body to slam down to the floor. His head giving a nice good *THUMP* with the ground, "Oye...and I thought I had bad dreams..." of course, he exaggerates, the scarlet hunter's dreams being just as bad if not worse than his female counterparts. He smiles however and rubs the back of his head as he lets go of his grip on Dischord, letting her slide down to the floor gently, "I really need to suggest we get foam floors installed in this place..."

Kyo-Ohki remains cowering on the cabinet looking down. Poor thing's shaking...much like when Treble was still here with Forte and he managed to spook her rather well... "Me-ow..." *sniffle*

There is no thud, nor any other noise as Dischord drifts down to the out of Zero's grasp, nor when she hits it. In fact her falling itself appears to slow down as she does. Her face though, is contorted in an expression of fear, shock and surprise, even as she touches the floor. In fact all she can do besides that is gasp a lone question. "What happened?"

Kyo-Ohki offers a "Mew mew yiff maw...." almost in answer from her perch and then backs away from the edge again...then hides behind her floppy ears...

Zero ughs, "Well you kicked me in the bloody head for one." the Hunter XO grunts out as he continues to rub his head, from both the kick and the impact with the floor, "Other than that, you were thrashing about and whatnot, having another bad dream I guess."

Zero shrugs and smiles and pats her on the back, "Hey, no worries, sweetheart." he says with a grin as he stands up, offering her a hand to help her up as well, "Not like you lopped my arms off or anything." he says with a chuckle.

Kyo-Ohki peeks out from her makeshift blindfold and looks down below, batting a paw out into the air as if testing it. "Meowph?"

Dischord whispers, "I could of...." as she takes the hand and pulls herself up. "I could of..." she repeats even as she hears the cabbit, and starts to look around for the mecha-animal, also trying not to look at Zero. But as she finally notices the cabbit, she does offer it a timid grin, and asks, "Want me to get you down?"

Kyo-Ohki tilts her head as she's spoken too and edges closer to the edge again...then to the ground...then back to Dischord...whimpering pitifully. Looks like she may have climbed too high again and...simply can't get down on her own. "Mew...mip mip...?" *sniffle* "Mew..."

Zero laughs loudly, "I don't think so, babe, I -am- the best swordsman around, I would've just parried you left and right." he mock boasts as he rubs her arm gently, "Hey," he starts in a more sincere tone, "... you alright, woman?"

Dischord says, "I don't know....." as she just starts to float up towards the cabbit, her grin fading slightly. As she gets a distance from which she could actually pick up the cabbit, she stops though, and doesn't try to take her. Not yet. "Do you want me to pick you up?"

Kyo-Ohki perks her head up and blinks. One of her ears lifts halfway as she "mips" and gets up to all fours. Still a little shaken, something that can be seen within her tiny form, she stays where she is. But neither does she back away from the reploid. "Mew...."

Dischord nods slightly as she picks up the cabbit, and starts to drift downwards. Finally though when she touches the ground, she leans forward, and places the cabbit down as well. "Better?"

Kyo-Ohki "yips" happily and, before she's fully set down, sneaks in a cabbit-kiss to the female reploid's chin before scamparing back towards Rick's bed again to snuggle beneath the covers...

Zero chuckles, "Little ball of fluff and mischief." he looks over at Dischord and says, "You get your thingamabob fixed? Or you still waitin to get fixed?" he inquires.

Dischord giggles slightly as she's cabbit-kissed, before she shifts her atention back to Zero. "No, it hasn't been fixed yet. Odds are I shouldn't even be out of bed. But I'll be darned if I just have to stay there and do nothing."

Twila Peterson enters the medical center, over-looking a data-pad within her hands. She pauses by the entrance and blinks...hoping most of these here are visitors. Well...some have...or rather had been. 2 were. And 1 was just too stubborn to be. "Uh...hi, guys..."

Zero nods and shrugs, "Preachin to the choir, babe, preachin to the choir." he says as he points to his own wounds, nearly his entire upper body is covered in gauze bandages.

Dischord isn't exactly a visitor seeing that she just woke up from a nightmare she doesn't remember after sleeping who knows how long since her blink accident

Twila Peterson hmmms and closes the pad and sets it down nearby. She casts an idle glance to the patients yet sleeping, glad they're resting, then turns a gaze towards two who had been. She silently studies Zero's bandages from where she stands. But trusts him enough that he'll actually say something should they become too severe...um...hopefully. She then turns to Dischord, not aware of the incident before she arrived, glad she's away. "Feeling better, Disch?"

Dischord just snickers at Zero's bandages, before she nods at Twila, grinning as she gets an idea. "Oh, I feel a lot better." she pauses shifting her gaze and evil grin back to Zero. "You wouldn't happen to have a lot of spare bandages lying around, would you, Doc?"

Seminole pokes his head into the medbay as the doors slide open. He glances around briefly, then walks in. Sem gives Twila, Zero, and Dischord a polite nod as he moves toward the storage drawers and shelves. "Evening," he emits, then crouches down behind the cabinet to fish out a part or two.

Zero eyes Dischord, "Oh no you don't." he says as he looks at the clock, "Man, where's Rock, ah well, I'll just run the darn thing myself. All y'all mugs make your way up to the command center."

Signal Shrike snorts and wakes up from under the console where he mysteriously finds himself.

Signal Shrike blinks and scurries out, "I'm awake! I'm awake! Uh, what's going on?"

Twila Peterson hmmmms as she tosses glances between the two. Noticably, she doesn't comment about Dischord being up and about. "Yes...but they're for medical use only," she replies...not knowing whet she asked. At any rate, she nods towards Zero and turns towards Disch. "By the way...if I can speak to you later...after the meeting..."

(Ch. B []) Zero transmits: 'Alright Hunters, look alive, get yer rears into the command center before I start busting heads.'.

<Soon...>

Command Center <Hunter HQ>

Feedback sleeps at his post with his feet propped up on the console. Nuff said.

Zero looks over at Feedback and walks over to him, and plants his foot on the base of the rolling chair and says, "Sorry bud, but there's no sleeping durin the meetin'" *kick!* *WHAM!*

Snow Leopard slips in quietly, apparently one of the last to arrive, and takes up a quiet, observant station not to far from the grav lift doors.

Signal Shrike pads in, stashing his usual datapad in a pounch and rubbing the feathers on his head back to smooth them. Nothing worse than ruffled feathers. He hunkers down on the floor near the main console.

Seminole walks off the gravlift with the rest of the crowd. As he heads toward a free seat near the front of the room, Sem just rolls his eyes and shakes his head at Feedback. He sits down, taking a good look at all the Hunters gathered. A few new faces since the last major meeting, but still some familiar ones.

Twila Peterson enters into the center with the rest as well...and finds a seat to slide into.

Feedback blinks and then gets kicked out of the chair as Zero does what he does to wake him up. He falls down out of his chair and hits the floor, "Ouch...Hey, what's the big idea here?" Feedback of course is oblivious as to who did that and why they did otherwise he might not be complaining, that much.

Twila Peterson winces as the talkative reploid hits the floor and silently...facepalms...

Zero looks at Feedback and baps him on the head lightly. "At least pretend to be awake for this Feedback." he says with a slight grin, before turning to everyone else, "Alright folks, settle down and take your seats. Rock's not here yet, but that's alright, I'm sure he'll show up sooner or later, besides, gives me some time to chat at you people."

Dischord just yawns as she floats in the air for a moment before just drifting over to a seat, muttering something about lectures from second place.

Feedback blinks and looks up at Zero before nodding and getting back in his chair shutting up for now. He starts to wake up and looks around, "Uh, sure thing Zero. So, whatcha going to talk to us about? We going to plan how we're going to go and show some RM or Mav up or something?"

Zero shakes his head, "That's later, right now we're gonna talk about organization, we're redoing the squads, and I'm handing out a promotion."

Twila Peterson settles with her seat and blinks as something occurs to her. Those not here would probably like a log of what happened. Thankfully, she sitting by the proper terminal and sets up the instruments to begin recording before once more facing the XO.

Feedback smirks and then leans back in his chair, "Well, lucky whoever's getting promoted. Heh, hope they're going to enjoy the extra paperwork that comes with it. So, who's the lucky chump?"

Zero chuckles. "Well actually, the lucky chump is Mr. Romance over there," he says with a grin as he points at Seminole. "C'mon up here Charminal." he says with a cackle as he flicks his hair back, a slight grimace from his nagging wounds flashing over his face for a brief moment.

Signal Shrike leans back, spreading his wings out to get more comfortable. He looks up at Seminole and gives a birdy grin.

Feedback looks over at Sem and smirks, "Well then. Guess this is just one really lucky week for Mr. Romance then, eh? So, we going to have some kind of celebration after this or something?"

Seminole quirks an unamused eyebrow at the Hunter XO, then grins and stands up. He walks toward Zero with a mockingly stern look. "Who? I don't know what you're talking about." He sighs and grins again, then looks back at the other Hunters before turning back to Zero.

Noise says, "Alright Sem!"

Twila Peterson fights a bit to keep from smirking but somehow manages. She had already given Seminole her own ribbing about being "lovesick" after all.

Signal Shrike pipes up, "Just make sure you're a better commander than date. I don't want to be picking your arms up all the time."

Dischord just snickers from her seat. But otherwise she remains silent, and lets out a yawn.

Feedback smirks and follows up on his bro's comment, "Yeah. Listen to my bro over there. We can't be dragging you back to base all the time for repairs. Your supposed to be draggin the rest of us back if anything."

Zero chuckles, and slaps Seminole on the back. "Seminole here is now promoted to Squad leader of the new Phoenixflame squad," he says with a grin. "Everyone give him a round of applause. Not too much tho, because Phoenixflame, ya see, is gonna consist of most of the new blood, so Seminole here gets the honor of teachin em all the ropes. Won't that be fun, Sem?" he says with an evil grin.

Feedback smirks and starts clapping, "Oh man, this can't get much better than it already is. Well, guess there isn't a better man for the job, eh Sem? Really, can't think of a better man to be teachin them new kids the ropes than you."

Signal Shrike triggers a soundbyte of applause, chuckling and clapping himself.

Snow Leopard folds his arms and offers a single nod of approval, choosing to remain silent... but hey, that's just the way he is.

Twila Peterson can't stop a tiny smirk and then a smile from forming this time as she joins in some of the applause. But somewhere she just hopes Seminole has the patients to teach the new recruits...especially if anything of what happened last night becomes a common occurrence. *wince*

Zero waits for the excitement to end and says, "Eildath has been promoted to Seminole's XO, although it doesn't look like he's here, but well, I'm sure one of y'all can handle telling him. In fact, how about you make that your first official action as a squad leader, Sem?" he says with a grin.

Seminole shoots looks at both Feedback and Signal Shrike, then turns back to Zero, smirking. "You hate me, don't you," he murmurs quietly to the Hunter XO, then speaks up to everyone. "Thanks, I'll give my best effort." Idly, he flashes back to what happened last night with Smite Squirrel, and shudders uncontrollably for a few seconds.

Seminole nods to Zero as his fear starts to pass. "Aye aye," he says, giving Zero a quick salute. He glances around the room briefly again, then turns to head back to his seat.

Zero smiles. "Also, the Frontline squad that was created a few weeks has been dissolved, and will be distributed between Rock's Lighthawk squad, and Seminole's Phoenixflame squad." He pauses for a moment and then continues, "Furthermore, another squad has been formed, headed up by Dr. Light and the other doctors, called Serpentstaff. All of you medic and scientist types will end up in this division." he says, as he looks over at Twila, "They'll also be the people you report to, Ms. Peterson while you stay with us."

Feedback nods slowly listening to Zero, "Hey Zero. Our squad's staying intact, right? Um, no serious changes with Silverstar right? Other than Cain moving on to Serpentstaff, right?"

Signal Shrike nods, "Yeah, I gotta stay near Feedback to keep him out of trouble and awake. Although he usually only stays out of trouble when he's asleep."

Twila offers a blink followed by a nod. "Uh...ok..." she muses as Feedback and Signal quibble...

Feedback shoots a glance over to his bro before switching to his radio and sending off a few messages.

Zero pulls out his datapad and looks it over, "Not really, you guys have thinned out a bit, but mostly due to us losing a few folks. As is the current roster is with Jazz and Sonata in charge, with you, Shrike, Noise, and one of the new folks, uh, Enigma Irvine... er Furbine... er.. Ermine, yeah that's it."

Feedback nods slowly grinning, "New kid eh? Well then. We're just going to have to make sure that the kid feels welcome." He looks around at all the other members of his squad and grins some more, "Right gang?"

Signal Shrike whispers to Signal Shrike: '... ... if ... ... ... gets sent ... ... bad ... ... take out ... the techies ... one ... Tactically ...'.

Zero hrms and looks about the room, "As for the rest of you, hrm, let's see..." he pauses for a moment, "You got something to add, Shrike? C'mon now, share with the rest of the class."

Signal Shrike pauses, looking embarrassed. "Well, um. I was just wondering why all us techie people are in one squad. I mean, if we get sent on a job or something and well...things go badly..."

Seminole speaks up to Signal. "You're not a combat squad, Shrike. I really don't see any circumstances where you'd all be in a central place outside the base where the Mavericks or Masters could attack. Even if you were, there'd be protection from one of the other squads to cover you."

Feedback pipes up trying to help his bro out of this one, "Um, I think what my bro's trying to say is. That if our squad takes a heavy blow, then most of our team's technical supports going to be hurting for a while or something like that. You know, it might not be that smart to just keep all of us in a squad or something."

Signal Shrike nods meekly at Seminole.

Zero chuckles, "Hey, that's what the rest of us are for. If you guys are sent out on the field, Phoenixflame or Dragonfire will back you up. We don't send y'all out without the proper protection." he says with a grin, "Anywho, as I was saying, the rest of you...hrm...Dragoon, yer still heading up Dragonfire... Leopard, you've been moved over into Dragonfire...Noise, Shrike, Feedback, you three are still in Silverstar...oh and Squirrel? You're with Sem in the new Phoenixflame squad, give em heck," he says with a wink, before looking over at Seminole and smiling widely.

Smite Squirrel snaps a quick tail-salute to Zero. "Yessir! <chitter> We shall repeatedly crush Evil with large and unnecissarily hefty objects for the greater Good!"

Twila Peterson still feels a bit for Seminole. She listens to the other to reploids discuss concerns of their squad as well, feeling there are pros and cons to both sides of the issue more than likely...

Feedback continues his private conversation with his bro as Zero continues his speech. Nodding every now and then as he listens to how the squads are going to be rearranged.

Roll streaks into the command center, faced flushed with embarrassment. "Oh gosh, I can't believe I forgot, I totally missed the announcement in my catch-up reading after I got done with the recreation room.." Strange...that glitter on Roll's shoulder. Confetti? Naw, maybe some insulation on her shoulder.

Snow Leopard offers a simple nod in acknowledgment of his new position, no more no less. Gee, he's a talkative one, isn't he?

Dischord at this point is starting to nod off...

Zero grins. "Furthermore, Feed, while Jazz and Sonata are off on a job, I'll be leading the squad, in fact, I'll be leading any squad that is missing it's CO and XO. If there's no need, then I'm just off on my own with Dischord in Rogue Squad." he looks over at Dischord, "I do hope there's no problem with that." he says with a smile, before looking over at Roll, "Bout time shortstuff, have a seat. Just to catch you up, you're in the new Serpentstaff squad with your dad and the other docs." He looks over at Dischord and drill sergeant barks, "EY! Look alive woman, naptime is later."

Roll crouches down in the chair. Serpentstaff? Neat! Maybe she'll get a tattoo. NOT!

Zero O.o

Seminole just -peers- at Roll for a few moments, then shrugs to himself and turns back to Zero. He grins a bit to himself, but one look at Smite Squirrel makes him shudder again.

Feedback nods slowly, "Well then. I'm sure that we're be in good hands then with you leading us. So, anything else that we should know about the squad re-arrangements? Or is that about it?"

Dischord wakes up with a start, immediately shooting up into the air, and then suddenly falling as her anti-gravs suddenly switch on then back off with no warning, landing back in the chair. "Owww...Got it Number Two..."

Signal Shrike ahems slightly, remembering what happened last time Zero startled Disch awake.

Zero shrugs. "More or less, that's it on the squads. I'm gonna upload the new listings into the squad database later tonight or tomorrow morning, so until then, just make due with what you've been told."

Magma Dragoon, whom has been contemplating the words of Zero, decides to look up as he hears of an upload going to occur within the squad database.

Feedback nods and looks around, "So, that it Zero?"

Twila Peterson just remains seated, leaning back in the chair...listening.

Dischord just grumbles as she fidgets in her seat, before yawning again.

Zero shakes his head. "Nope. There's one more thing I got to talk about. Then the rest is Rock's stuff," the hunter XO replies as he leans against the wall behind him as he crosses his arms across his chest. "Quite frankly, we have -got- to get more active people. We're supposed to be the offensive force, not the defensive one, that's what the Replichumps do, they wait for trouble to come to them, we're supposed to go out and find the trouble," he shrugs. "It doesn't matter to me if y'all wanna sit on your asses and collect dust and make us look bad, but I for one am not just gonna sit around like a bump on a log. We're supposed to be the ELITE people. The BEST of the BEST. And look at us. Half of you can't even stay awake half the time." he says in a raised tone, "Now either start going out and doing stuff, or go home, we don't have room for lazy folk here."

Signal Shrike slumps further in his position on the floor.

Roll raises her hand meekly, "...uh, I am home.."

Seminole nods a bit in agreement to Zero, planning to speak up about a few things when the time is right.

Dischord sighs as she hears that. .oO(And if you don't have a home?)Oo.

Feedback blinks and then perks up a bit and looks like he's well, smiling, "Well now. This is interesting. Heh, isn't this what I've been trying to tell everyone for what? The past few months? So, Zero. Don't suppose that you've got an offensive plan in that lil' head of yours right now, do you? Cuz, I'm ready to go anytime you are. Just that every time I've asked someone if anythings up, they've said no and well. Excuse me if I'm wrong, but other than the Wilystar up in the sky, I don't exactly know of anywhere we can go and attack."

Zero hrms as he pauses for am comment. "Er, that's not the last bit of business, I got a few more things. Apparently Rock's not gonna make it tonight. He's stuck out doing something or other, some hush hush stuff, anywho, there's two major things to pass along to y'all." He pauses for a moment and stands up straight and says, "Dr. Light, Dr. Cain, and Auto are gonna be unavailable for a little while. Rock didn't give me any details, but apparently it's a top secret project..." he shrugs. "Anywh....Roll, that's not the point, it was a figure of speech, I don't expect any of you to actually leave, at least you better not." he pauses for a minute and says, "And secondly...Ms. Peterson is going to be officially inducted into the Maverick Hunters, and she'll be placed in the Serpentstaff squad." he chuckles, "Well, it's about time."

Roll .oO(Oh man! It's bad enough that I accidentally come across my brother and Twila smooching on my off-duty time, but now it's gonna happen on duty too?! YUCK!!)Oo.

Twila Peterson was in the process of mentally storing the concerns that actually echoed the aforementioned mercenary...until that is Zero speaks up again, telling Roll that he only meant----Er...did the berserker just say what he thought he said? She new Rock had asked her earlier, and he had been finishing up the transfer papers last week already. But still---. The young woman blushes faintly and offers a meek, "Thanks..."

Feedback smirks and then looks over at Twila, "Well then. Guess that we won't be having to show you around the base like all those other new recruits, eh?" He then looks back at Zero, "So, if I was to ask you what we should be doing instead of well, sitting around waiting for something to happen. Would you have a really good and inspiring response? Cuz, I've been getting a lil' bored lately and I could use a lil' excitement around here."

Dischord blinks at first as she hears that, kinda suprised. But then after a few moments she grins, clapping her hands, "Go Doc!"

Signal Shrike flexes his wings and nods to Twila.

Zero grins at Feedback, "Oh I've got a plan, bud, but I can't really talk about it right now, it's still a high confidentiality project at the moment. But you'll find out soon enough." he says with a grin, "Well, anywho, Roll? Wanna tell everyone the real reason you've had the rec room shut off?"

Seminole smiles over at Twila, silently agreeing that it's about time she was inducted. As Feedback and Zero start speaking again, Seminole looks back over at the pair, then turns toward Roll curiously.

Roll finally swallows that somewhat jealous and steamed up lump in her throat. It's partially driven by the sickening though of her brother turning from the big strong savior blue bomber to the cute little puddle of goo that he becomes around Twila...not that she cares, but a couple of times, Twila has stolen her thunder completely, hmph! She gets snapped out of her various thoughts of happy little Fliptop giving Twila a makeover, and blinks, "Oh...uh, sure!" she smiles brightly, that stormcloud over her head gone just as quickly as it came, and replaced with a halo. "Better yet, I can show you.. I'm done."

Zero grins, "Well alright then, guys, move on down to the rec room, I'll be down there in a second."

Feedback hmms and then looks back over at Roll, "Eh? What does he mean, real reason you shut the rec room down? You guys been keeping secrets from me?"

Roll stands up, and makes her way out. "...who, me?" she asks innocently as she skips out.

Magma Dragoon methodically nods his approval of Twila's going to be inducted into the Hunters. As he continues to contemplate what Zero has to say, he folds into a meditative stance behind the crowd.

Seminole stands up, and heads toward the gravlift. He glances over at Feed, then nods over to the doors. "Just see for yourself, Feedback."

<Not long after...>

Recreation Room <Hunter HQ>

The recreation room has been completely transformed. Bright streamers and balloons hang about in various areas, giving the room a very festive feel. A large banquet table set with buffet style finger food is along the wall, leading to the desert table at the end. On the south end of the room, a small stage with a karaoke machine has been placed, ready to run. There's a dance floor in the middle for those who want to cut a rug, and this party area is all set up for one special reason.. cause Zero asked Roll to do it. Awww!

Roll smirks faintly, "Well, it was Zero's suggestion.." she admits, "I just needed a reason to chase everyone out of the rec room for a while."

Signal Shrike hmms, "I think this is the first time I've seen a surprise party for the guests."

Feedback blinks and looks around before smiling, "Bout time is right. Can't even remember when our last party was."

Dischord just blinks....

Signal Shrike says, "You remember, when Cossack kept giving vodka to everyone?"

Roll says, "...well, uh...surprise?"

Seminole walks in, looking a bit surprised at the decorations. He peers at the karaoke stage, and represses a sigh. Idly, he wonders if the party would have been had at Tetuso's if Sem, Anthem, and Vile hadn't blown it up. He glances back at Shrike, then smirks at Feedback. "That's why he can't remember."

Twila Peterson makes her way into the Recreation Room with most of the others and widens her eyes a bit. She's a little disappointed that Rock can't be here and that her brother is still recuperating a bit in the medical center.

Hopefully, she'll be able to set aside a treat or two for poor Rick. "Wow. Nice, Roll..." she whistles...

Smite Squirrel is not one for hesitation. Impulse immediately sets in - and the squirrel is standing next to the desert table before you can say 'walnut surprise', staring at the many sugar-laden goodies.

Twila Peterson .oO(Just glad Kyo's not here...she's eat all the treats and would be bouncing off the walls...at light speed.)Oo.

Roll nods. "Thank you." She can be courteous to a fault, but she does mean it, she seems pleased that it's gone over so well, as she goes and finds a place to sit and watch.

Seminole looks back at Smite Squirrel, eyes widening in terror. Smite Squirrel + Suger = Bad Thing, according to Seminole. He quietly sighs, loosening his uniform's collar a little bit.

Dischord just gets a small drink. Something with alcohol, but not to strong, and floats into an upper corner of the room.

Signal Shrike kicks back and relaxes.... by finding a corner and getting out his datapad.

Feedback hmms and looks around before getting his camera out of one of his pockets, "Well. Least while we're here, might as well have some fun."

Magma Dragoon follows the crowd, jaws locked together as he contemplates the decorations. He frowns as a balloon dislodges from the ceiling, falling in his path. His eyes hardened, as he doesn't seem amused by the celebration. Reclusively, he assumes a location away from the main amusements, silently contemplating.

Twila Peterson idly taps her chin and, while everyone is still getting themselves situated, she sets aside a desert or two for her sibling, as well as something for Kyo. She places them in a container when she reaches the kitchenette, and slides it within the 'fridge...making sure Rick's name is right on the lid so it can't be missed. She is soon closing the door and off to join the others. Her thoughts drift back to Dischord momentarily, but figures that, now that she's awake and up and about, she can send her a message with the basics and get back with her personally beyond that when possible. Not a time for "shoptalk" at the moment.

But now what? Twila's never done exceptionally well at parties...

Snow Leopard is, once again, one of the last to enter. Pausing just past the door, he takes in the new... festive decorations and blinks, grimacing slightly. Eventually, he simply glances back over his shoulder, and looks for a quiet place to sit and watch from.

Feedback watches as everyone starts to sit down before shaking his head, "Come on. Whats wrong with all of you people? This is supposed to be a party. You don't sit down in a corner at a party. Get up everyone. Come one, someone pump up the music and lets make some noise here."

Signal Shrike puts away his pad. "Oh for criminy's sake..." he gets up and walks over to the bar, shifting through bottles. "Who wants a.... uh, drink?"

Seminole heads over to the bar, fishing a beer out of the cooler and popping the top. He takes a sip, then fazes into his casual clothing with a quick flash of light. Looking over at Feedback, he shrugs. "Maybe we caught everyone at a bad time... You pick the music, Feedback," he suggests, glancing around the room.

Signal Shrike gets a mixing tumbler and begins pouring in liquids from bottles he thinks he look nice.

Feedback smiles as his bro gets up, "Now that's better. Come on you people. You wanna go sleep, then go do it on your own time. Now, get up and lets start to have some fun here." He looks over at Sem and nods before heading over the jukebox and then selecting an upbeat song. None of that slow stuff right now otherwise some people here might start to fall asleep. He eyes the device muttering to himself, "Hmm, maybe I should rig this place up with some better speakers..."

Dischord hrms slightly, a slight grin appearing on her face as she watches him attempting to mix drink, before she chuckles. "Do you know what you're doing? 'Cause if you ask me, you don't."

Oh, the horror! The horror! The poor, defenseless cookies! The brownies, who never had a chance to truly live! A dribble of melted ice cream languidly flows from the corner of Smite Squirrel's mouth as he mercilessly devours the helpless deserts with the fury of a rabid wolf in a henhouse. The remaining deserts tremble in fear as he finally moves away, carrying off so many of their brethren on a plate to their briefly delayed demise.

Signal Shrike looks up from pouring in some gin to peer at Dischord, expression mischievous. "Hey, you think you can't handle it, go get some Kool-Aide." He winks.

Twila Peterson watches some of the others trying to stir up some sort of excitement. Well, it's admirable. But if anything else should be known about her...she never did do well at parties. She's always been some sort of "wallflower"...ever since she was young. There's a convenient potted plant she finds herself by. Thing is...before she begins making chitchat with the local shrubbery she finds herself doing a double-take towards the new recruit...and finally does a facefault. She mumbles something about him being worse than Kyo when it comes to sugar and turns away, holding in a snicker. She then stares towards the others as they plan out the...beverages. "Dunno if me having a low tolerance is good...or not..." she mumbles.

Seminole stares at Smite Squirrel, appearing rather scared for a moment and wondering if he went over there while the Hunter was feeding, he'd lose a finger. Sem finally works up enough to approach Smite Squirrel, peering down at him. "I'm guessing you like the deserts?"

Dischord quirks an eyebrow, "Handle it? Trust me, pal, there isn't much I can't handle. Heck you're talking to someone that can out drink both Number Two and Pi, so give me your worst, and then drink one of them yourself. Twenty Zenny says you pass out before drink number twenty."

Signal Shrike chuckles to himself and figured that'd get Disch's juices flowing, so to speak. He grabs a glass, pops some ice in, and pours the brownish-green liquid into it. "Hrm... Uh, I take no responsibility to medical conditions caused by this." He slides it over to Dischord. "Drink at your own risk."

Feedback smiles as the music starts and then gets up and looks around to see how everyone else is doing. He smiles as some people are starting to get up but notices that there are still some people that are sitting down. He starts to walk around and then starts considering dragging people out of their corners, "Hey! Come on people Let's get up and have some fun here. So lets get out of our little corners and have some fun here."

Dischord just chuckles slightly as she receives her glass, and downs it fast enogh that her movements are a blurr. In fact, as she finishes, she slams the glass down and scowls at Shrike. "Whatever that was, pour yourself three more, and get out from behind there!"

Snow Leopard looks on from the corner he's managed to melt into... he's never been good with social situations either, and it shows. He does, however, seem to be paying close attention to the various goings on.

Twila Peterson makes a slight face and watches idly as the drinks are made, not wanting to think of what might happen. "Er...I can be off0dty now...right?"

Signal Shrike raises a finger and stares in absolute horror as Dischord slams it. "Ehh...." is all that issues from his beak. He stares down at his own drink, sniffs it, winces and sighs, downing it slowly, but methodically. He sputters and nearly collapses, dragging himself out from behind the bar, "How 'bout we compromise and I just get out? Haaaaack!"

Feedback blinks and looks over at the bar and watches as his bro looks like he's going to hack up a hairball. He shakes his head and walks over to help him up, "Hey bro. You okay there? Um, maybe its just me but I think that you should stay away from the liquor. Your not looking that great, and that was your first drink."

Signal Shrike gives his head a violent birdie shake, his optics focusing a little slowly. He hiccups, "Nah, I'm fine. Just gotta get used to it first. And the first worst is always the drink."

Dischord says, "Good enough." as she just floats over, and behind the bar. Grinning at Feedback, she offers, "Nah. let him have another. He'll be fine. In fact he'll better than fine. He'll be alive, which is more than I can say for anyone who has a second drink mixed by him." But as she hears Shrike, her grin turns to one of pure evil, "What'll you have then?"

Twila emits a short, brief cough. "That's it...I'm sticking with the water..."

Michael Eildath blinks. "Please... don't tell me there's been a party and I wasn't informed... and that all the drinks are gone?"

Feedback nods slowly, "Uh huh. Sure it is." He looks up at Dischord, "Well, long as he isn't mixing any more drinks. Guess it'll be alright. Just make sure not to get him too drunk. I don't want him babbling over any of the frequencies he's cracked and give away any vital information." He pats his bro on the back a few times and then walks over to the bar, "So, you going to get everyone here drunk or something?"

Signal Shrike squints at Dischord, "Something not as strong. Which I guess, is anything."

Seminole looks away from Smite, turning back at Shrike, Dischord, and Feedback. He takes another gulp of his beer and shakes his head. .oO(Dischord teaching them to drink... They're going to regret it tomorrow morning.)Oo. He grins, then turns toward Mike. "Well, you should have been at the meeting." Sem waves Mike over, "Grab a drink and c'mere, we have to talk."

Twila Peterson glances over towards Mike as he enters. "Er, just started actually..."

Smite Squirrel twists his head around, sending a spray of brownie crumbs into the air. "What's that stuff that everybody's drinking? <queryflick>" Uh oh.

Zero walks in, his shirt billowing behind him as he flicks his hair back. "Hey folks," he says, "Sorry about not showing up sooner, had to take care of some business and work on uploading a few files." He regards the room carefully to get a feel for what's going on before pressing on.

Dischord just grins at Feedback, feigning innocence from behind the bar, "What? You think I'd get him that drunk? fine, I'll give him this..." And as soon as she says that, there's yet another blur of motions, that end with a couple of martinis on the counter. but as she hears Smite, she gets her eveil grin back, and pours the remains of the mix Shrike made into a glass, "here, if you want something, try this..."

Twila Peterson stays by the wall and her friend, the spider plant, and winces a little...hoping against hope that she isn't called back on-duty to help those who are either drunk or with hangovers... "Whatever happened to cherry punch?"

Michael Eildath is visibly /sans/ weapons as he walks over to the bar. Mike's psycho, but he's not dumb. "We still got some of that Vodka I stole from Dr. Cossack at the last party?"

Zero walks up to Twila and grabs her by the hand, "Oh c'mon Twi...this party's supposed to be for you, have a little fun, everyone has the rest of the night off anyhow." He tugs on her gently with that big wide Zero smile of his, "Besides, what's it gonna hurt to have a drink or two and to loosen up and relax a bit, hrm?" He looks over at the bar and shouts, "There better be a martini made my usual way by the time I get over there!" he says, as he goes back to trying to tug Twila along.

Signal Shrike glances over as Zero enters, therefore not seeing Dischord spike the martini. He turns back, his movements already a little jerky. "Ahight." He picks up the glass and sips at it without even sniffing this time. He smacks his beak, "Hmm.. not bad." Not that he can taste anything anymore.

Seminole smirks at Mike, taking another gulp of his beer. "I think we've restocked since then, Mike," he says, heading toward the bar as well to meet the human Hunter there. He eyes Dischord for a moment, wondering if she enjoys this.

The human female opens her mouth to give something of a protest even while she's being dragged by the bar. She glances towards the various glass jars along with their alcoholic contents. "You sure this isn't going to make my hair turn gray and my skin purple plaid? she manages.

Zero laughs. "No, it won't, Twi, but I aint' gonna force you to have something you don't want, I just want you to come over and talk with everyone, you're part of the family now, so you gotta put up with us. Speaking of which.." Zero lets go of Twila and walks up behind Seminole and puts his hands on his shoulders and squeeze, "Hey there, bud." he says as he leans his head over Seminole's shoulder, "You ready for round two? Or are ya still brooding over your defeat last time?"

Signal Shrike downs the last of his second drink and gives a little ack, making a face. He reels over to look at Feedback, "Shee? Hardly 'ffectin me tall!"

Getting people drunk? I guess you could say Disch enjoys it. Okay, so maybe enjoy is a bit much. But just seeing how the others act when drunk, now /THAT/ is fun. In fact upon hearing the order for a vodka, she pulls out an entire unopened bottle for Mike, sliding it down the bar, before in another flurry of motions, mixes up another martini for Shrike, and then one for Zero. But as she notices Twila approaching Disch pulls out one of her own, special bottles full of not so legally made alcohol, ready just in case she needs to give the Doc a drink.

Smite Squirrel doesn't think about what he's doing. (Alright, so that's not exactly a rare occurrence. He does think about it more often than Feedback, though!) He just reaches out, grabs the glass, and guzzles it all. A satisfied sigh escapes his lips as he wipes the few droplets that missed away with the back of his hand. "Aaaaah. Thanks, I needed something to wash down the brownies...And now...COOKIES!" He spins around to assault his chocolate-chip prey....when suddenly his eyes roll back in his head. "Whoa. What a rush. X_X" And he falls over backwards out of his seat.

Michael Eildath ahs, popping the lid of the bottle and drinking... slowly. Mike's not a chugger, especially after what happened last time.

Feedback blinks as Shrike starts to babble and looks over at Dischord, "Um, Disch. What exactly did you give him?"

Signal Shrike slumps against the front of the bar happily and reaches for the newly-filled glass, not even realizing it has been refilled.

Seminole looks a bit startled as Zero grabs him, quickly spinning around and eyeing the Hunter XO. "Eh, as much as I'd like to, I actually work to do tomorrow this time." He glances around the room a bit, then leans in to Zero. "Too bad though, since other than Dischord I don't think there's much competition," he murmurs, grinning.

Twila Peterson offers a slight roll of the eyes. "What do you mean putting up now? I have been for over a year now..." she says in amusement. She's still not certain about the beverages however. And why should she be. She's small framed, light, and probably easily intoxicated. At least she had since eaten shortly before the meeting. As it is, she st least slides herself over onto a stool since she was taken this far already. But, drat...no potted plants to converse with. Guess...she'll have to make due with her friends.

As for Shrike...er...Twila's not too sure about. "Uh...Shrike still with us?"

Zero eyes Seminole. "Just what do you mean by that?" he says, as he reaches for his drink and downs it quickly before putting it back down. "Are you trying to insinuate that she'd be the only one you'd hi...oh waitaminute," he facepalms. "You meant in a drinking contest... my bad..." he then eyes, "Right? That's what you meant." he says, demanding more than asking. Boy, Zero sure is defensive of his partner in crime...

Dischord says, "What did I give him? Nothing much really. Just a martini. Ya know...." she pauses, pulling out a cup filled with soda, and a dropper. "You look like you could use a good drink feed. What do you want?" As she continues talking, she fills the dropper with the not so legal alcohol, and puts 2 drops into the soda. Upon contact with the soda, a small mushroom cloud appears over it, in a cartooninsh way. But, as she finishes, she slides the drink down towards the other female, saying, "Here Doc, try this.""

Michael Eildath perks an eyebrow at the smoking drink. He had something like that one, at a fraternity rush. At least...that's what the cops said later...

Michael Eildath says nothing.

Feedback eyes Shrike and then turns back to Dischord, "I dunno...Maybe you shouldn't give him too much more liquor...Me? Oh, nothing really. Try not to drink that much. Cuz, I'm gonna hafta be back on duty for the night shift. I don't think anyone wants me to be drunk and on duty."

Signal Shrike downs the third drink and leans over towards Twila, wiggling his fingers at her and giggling. "Okay... so why'm I tha only one drinkin?"

Zero looks over at Feedback, "It'd be better than you asleep and on duty." he chides half-serious, half-joking.

Feedback eyes Zero and shakes his head before grinning, "Hey, least when I'm asleep I'm not accidentally causing the computer to crash or something. Who knows what I'd do if I was drunk and had full access to our entire network?"

Seminole peers at Zero for a second. "Yeah, a drinking contest. What did you think I meant?" he wonders, though knows why Zero is being so defensive. He waves dismissivly at the Hunter XO, grinning and taking another gulp. "Don't worry about it." He turns away from Zero, heading toward Mike and patting him on the shoulder. "Hey Mike, whatcha drinking?"

(Ch. B [RepComm]) Signal Shrike transmits: 'Cause you got the keys to ma haaaaaaaaart.'.

(Ch. B []) Zero transmits: 'Awww, hear that Feedback? I told you that you two made a cute couple.'.

Twila Peterson opens her mouth comically and promptly closes it as she holds a hand out to gently stop the...um...drink. She peer towards it for several long moments, even getting herself eyelevel with the glass to stare inside. That is, until a certain bird-like mech snags her attention away, not having an answer right away. He's offered a double-take before she turns back towards the drink, asking Dischord. "They didn't use this stuff on the roaches did they?"

(Ch. B [RepComm]) Signal Shrike transmits: 'Ha! Not talkin' ta him!'.

(Ch. B []) Feedback transmits: 'When did you say that Zero?'.

Michael Eildath ponders for a minute. "Vodka. Looks like that stuff the doc brings in from Russia, so don't tell him I drank any of it... last thing he needs to be is drunk, anyways." He takes another drink, then leans over the bar to look for some Coke to mix with it.

(Ch. B [RepComm]) Signal Shrike transmits: 'Now you an' Dischord...phew! Talk about a volatile relationship!'.

(Ch. B []) Zero transmits: 'Hey, it's a livin. *chuckle*'.

Zero cackles audibly after making his radio message and hops onto a stool and smiles sweetly at Dischord, "Hey barkeep, mind rustling me up another drink?" he says with a wink as he folds his arms over the bar.

Snow Leopard quietly slips from his conveniently located corner, and heads for the exit. He's seen enough for tonight.

Dischord can't help but offers Twila a quick chuckle at her question. "Of course not, Doc. I'm not out to kill you. Unlike Shrike was when he was back here! Drink up!"

Seminole nods a little, snickering at the thought of Cossack drunk yet again. Those crazy Ruskies. "Anyway, since you missed the meeting, I thought I'd fill you in on a few things, seeing how some of it involves you, alright?"

Michael Eildath nods. "Okay."

Dischord just gives Zero a wink and return as she begins to move as fast as she can. Again, mixing two drinks. Both martini's that end up on the bar in front of Zero. "Ya know number two, this is almost too easy..."

Signal Shrike puts a hand to his beak in belated horror, just realizing what he said out loud on channel. Soon, it passes however, and slaps the bar for another drink.

Michael Eildath looks down. "Sorry 'bout not being there. I got caught up helping the Neo-Tokyo Fire Department out with an accident out in the suburbs."

And of course, almost as soon as Shrike hits the bar asking for a drink, there are, not one, not two, but /THREE/ martini's right there ready for him. Gee, maybe if she ever leaves the Hunters Disch should become a bartender.

Zero reaches for the first one and smiles, "Oh? What's that, beautiful?" he says with a grin as he sips on his martini, playing dumb and loving every minute of it. He's cutting loose, he deserves it after the week he's had.

Twila manages to get the glass closer so now she's looking down into it. Hmmm, at least the mushroom cloud disappeared. But what's with the slight smoke...we...strange fizzle emanating from the odd liquid. She still seems to take her time before edging it towards her lips. Well...one little taste won't hurt...right?

Once the mixture touches Twila's tongue and ever so slowly slides down her throat her face turns red she goes into a slight coughing...er...gagging fit.

Signal Shrike blinks and looks at the bar, "Whoa.. I mus' be a lil' tipsy. I'm seein three drinks now."

Feedback eyes the drinks in front of his bro and then looks up at Dischord, "My god. What do you think your doing? You trying to kill him or something? He's already drunk up his ass. No need to try and drop his intelligence level now."

Seminole nods, "That's okay." He gulps his beer one more time before continuing. "Zero and Rock decided to dissolve the Frontline squad and are putting me in charge of a new one, called Phoenixflame. They also made you my XO, and we're basically in charge of training the new Maverick Hunters." He pauses, letting that sink in before continuing. "Whatdya think?"

"......................." Twila bring her hand up to her throat and shuts her eyes. Now...she remembers why she usually sticks with the Pepsi...

Michael Eildath blinks upon hearing this and turning his Coke and Vodka into a Vodka with Caramel Coloring and a touch of caffeine. "I... I..."

Dischord offers Zero a slight snicker, before she responds to Shriks and Feed, "There are three drinks in front of you, so drink up. And as for you, no i'm not trying to kill him, only to get him to relax. if you want to help him, then finish those drinks for him." But of course upon hearing the gagging fit from the doc, Disch just can't help but grin.

.oO(This is /FUN/!!!)Oo.

Signal Shrike gets to work on his fourth, barely able to make the trip from counter to beak now. "Sheesh... wish tha room would stop movin."

Zero looks over at Mike and Seminole and says, "Hey Mikey, congrats, it was my recommendation for you both to get the promotions, I think you both earned it, and both Rock and I think you two will do a stand up job."

Feedback eyes his bro and then shakes his head, "Bro, the room ain't movin. Its just you. Now quit getting yourself drunk before you start blabbering about something else that you don't want anyone to know about."

Zero looks back over at Dischord and just shakes his head and smiles as he downs the rest of his first drink and says to Dischord, "Your dangerous, woman, real dangerous. I guess that's why i like you so much." he says with a smile.

Seminole snickers at Mike, taking another gulp of beer and patting him on the back. "Congratulations, by the way. At least you weren't publicly humiliated..." he trails off, nodding to Zero as he's addressed. "Thanks, Zero."

Zero grins at Sem as he hears the part about being humiliated, "Hey bud, everyone's gotta get hazed when they lead a squad, tis tradition. We didn't give it too bad to Jazz cuz well... you know how Jazz is, it would've just flown over her head anyhow." he says with a grin, "She's a sweet girl tho, tries her best, gotta respect that."

With her face still a bit red from the last few moments Twila finally manages to stop her small episode. A hand is raised to wipe some of the bangs from her line of sight as she swallows, still feeling the taste within her mouth. Looking about she then casts her glance back to the drink, noting she didn't really take much more than a sip. She raises the glass up again as if to experiment with another to see if this is something that one can acquire a taste for. Sheesh, it's so ghastly! But, she soon decides maybe she better not. She does have her whole life ahead of her. Silently smirking at her own thoughts she then sits herself back up, grinning. "Whatever happened to good ole run-of-the-mill cherry punch?" she asks no one in particular.

Michael Eildath hrms. "Sooo... we get to be in charge of the next generation of defenders." He takes a long drink. "Well, Mom always said I should have gone into education." He takes another. "Who're we getting to start with?"

Dischord just lets out a deep breath, smiling as she stands there, taking a quick moment from mixing drinks to study her handy work. In fact it is at this moment that Disch feels just about as happy as she would after kicking wily himself around, she's just that dang happy.

Seminole nods to Zero, grinning as he remembers -Zero's- hazing when Rock promoted him to Hunter XO, back a few years ago. At least it's not like the Mavericks where they paddle you. That's the rumor, anyway. "Yeah, quite a tradition indeed." He looks back at Mike, then at Smite Squirrel's passed out form. "Him," he says, gesturing with his bottle, then taking a -long- gulp to finish it off.

Signal Shrike grunts at Feedback, "Wha you talkin bout? I don' babble. I'm jes... What wuz I sayin?" Shrike suddenly falls out of his chair and hits the floor in a heap.

Feedback smiles and looks around, "Well, least things are a lil' more lively." He watches as his bro falls out of his chair and then shakes his head, "Okay, its official. You've had enough bro. Come on, get up." He reaches down and tries to help Shrike up.

Michael Eildath looks at Smite, and pours himself another...a large one.

Signal Shrike hopes Feed is pretty strong, cause Shrike can't move and is pretty heavy

Zero turns around and points at Feedback, second martini in hand, "FEEDBACK!" he bellows, "You will take that drink and slam it this instant! That's an order!" he rambles on laughing the whole time, hooo boy, and now Zero has begun his fantastic voyage.

Twila Peterson watches as two have already "hit the dirt" and finally decides to slightly push away her beverage from her. Maybe it could kill off some rats...

Zero looks over at Twila, "Hey, if yer not gonna drink that, send it down here." he says as he downs the rest of the second martini, his third of the night.

Feedback blinks and then looks back at Zero blinking some more, "Um, Zero. You okay there? Your starting to sound a little crazy. But, whatever you say I guess." With that, Feedback picks up one of the martinis his bro failed to drink and then smashes it on the table as ordered. Having done that he looks back at Zero, "Happy?"

Seminole drops his bottle into the recycler and grabs another one from the fridge. He heads back over to Mike, staring at Smite Squirrel as he starts the second beer. Sighing, he turns to Mike and grins a bit, "We got our work cut out for us, you know."

Twila Peterson uhs and is unsure...but it is Zero. "Well, if you insist..." she comments with a wry grin...and gently slides the glass towards the reploid. "Maybe you'll have beeter luck than I did..."

Dischord blinks though, and hrms as she notices Twila push her drink away, and Zero ask for it. Now at this time, on may wonder how he'll react to a drink that was smoking, and had a mushroom could over it.

Michael Eildath nods. "Can we get one of those rooms that you look into and see lots of people training in, like in James Bond movies?"

Seminole shrugs, "We have the training room, don't we?"

Michael Eildath blinks. "Oh yeah."

Zero just -stares- at Feedback, "That's not what I... oh nevermind." he turns around to look down at the drink and laughs, "You call this a drink? BAH! This is child's play." he grabs the glass and without a moments notice and slams it. He pauses for a moment, looking back and forth and then bursts out laughing, "HA HAHAHAHAHAHA! NEVER ENTER A BATTLE OF WITS WITH A SICILI..." *THUNK*

Dischord now goes back to being completely happy. Everyone's had a drink, and she's managed to knock three people out. This is a great day.

Suddenly, moments later, a hand appears from beneath the bar, reaching for dear life before clutching onto the edge, and soon, the form of Zero emerges and looks at Dischord, fire in his eyes, "Give... me... another..." he says as he climbs back into his stool.

Michael Eildath blinks, staring at Zero. "It's alive... ALIVE!"

Zero BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAS! "Nothing topples Zero! NOTHING!"

Feedback looks around and then smiles, "Well, least things everyone isn't sitting in a corner. Though, seems as if everyones getting drunk here..."

Twila Peterson winces and shakes her head. "What have I gotten myself into..." she snickers.

Dischord chuckles dryly at Zero, saying "Oh I can do better than that...", as she pulls out a bottle with a dropper in it. Of course as she pulls out the dropper, and empties that in her own mouth, before tossing it into the trash. "Listen number two, lets see how you deal with the special Straight up. What you just had was soda with only two drops of this stuff in it. Enjoy." And with that, she slides the entire bottle down to him.

Seminole -peers- at Zero and shakes his head. "You're going to regret that tomorrow," he remarks, then looks over at Feedback. "Dischord has that effect on people, I've noticed."

Twila Peterson raises a hand towards Feedback. "Hey...I'm sober..."

ichael Eildath blinks. "Fear that drink... I can see the alcohol wafting out of the top, killing entire airborne colonies of germs.

Feedback nods slowly before going over to get himself something to drink that Dischord did definitely not make. With a duty shift later today and him hoping to go out for a bit before that, he doesn't wanna be stumbling around like a dumb drunk, "So I've noticed Sem...Hey, great to hear Twila. You can help me drag everyone to the medbay and give them something for the headaches their all going to have in a bit."

Twila Peterson ughs at the thought. "Medbay? But their quarters are so much closer. Besides...there are sick people in there." Wait...did she just say? Oook....never mind...

Zero looks at the drink and looks at Dischord, "Woman, lemme tell you about the difference between you and me." he starts as he reaches for the drink, "You, you're good, no you're better than good, you're -damn- good. But yer not me, and me? I'm the best, baby. And I'm about to show you way." he looks down at the drink and stares it down for a moment, before slamming it down. Suddenly his face flushes red as he slams his hands down on the bar and grips onto them so tight that you can hear the wood splintering slightly. Zero winces a bit, before he can't handle it any longer and lets out a scream loud enough to wake up the entire city, before banging his fists on the counter top. He falls silent, blinks a bit, and then burps loudly, "Shee?" he boasts, his voice weak.

Startled by the shout, Twila jumps out of her seat and brings a hand to her chest. "I'm certainly not going envy the hangovers..."

Seminole winces at Zero's scream, then looks at Dischord with a grin. "Knocking Zero unconscious, I expect. Making him scream like a girl, that takes talent."

Zero snaps his gaze at Seminole and reaches for his sabre, instead grabbing a lock of his hair, he waves it at Seminole and says, "You shut your moth Sherminal! I'd like to shee YOU do it!"

Feedback eyes Zero and then looks back at Twila, "Um, maybe it would be better if we dragged them back to their quarters. Least then we can lock them in till morning and not have them stumbling around."

Michael Eildath looks up suddenly. "What happened? Is it another air raid siren? Brad? Andy?" Mike blinks, then sees it was Zero screaming. He shakes his head groggily.

Dischord just shrugs at Zero, even after all that chaos. "Okay. Whatever you say Number Two." And with that, she pulls out another bottle, pausing for a moment to smile at Seminole. "Thanks." And with that, she downs the entire bottle. No muss. No fuss. One second it's full, the next it's empty.

Zero's eyes literally pop out of his head as he watches Dischord down the bottle and raises an eyebrow, "Good gravy!" he says in disbelief, "No, no not no... HECK no, gimme another." he demands, slamming his fist down on the countertop.

Twila Peterson glances towards Feedback after the beserker little episode with Seminole. She let's out a disgruntled sigh. "Calm down, Zero...and put your blade away." She then gestures to Feedback. "Quarters nothing. Maybe just lock them in here..."

Dischord hrms, and shrugs casually at Zero, this time pulling out two bottles of the drink, which she quietly places in front of Zero with a chuckle. "Enjoy."

Seminole peers at Zero again, before snickering to himself. "I wonder if I was this bad the last time.." he muses to himself, leaning against the wall and taking a few more gulps of his beer.

Michael Eildath just blinks blearily, wondering how hard it'd be to walk to his room.

Zero looks at the two bottles and takes a deep breath as he grabs each bottle in his hands. He closes his eyes and says, "I will not lose, I've never lost... not even PI can beat me..." Zero takes another deep breath. But before he can down them, suddenly said penguin leaps up from behind the bar onto the counter top, snags both bottles downs them quickly, lets out a small burp, puts the bottles down, puts one flipper on Zero's forehead and pushes slightly and then hops into Dischord's arms and waks happily, unfazed by the drinks.

Zero? Well... after the slight nudge, he began to teeter, and eventually... just like the itsy bitsy spider... went tumbling down...

Dischord continues to chuckles as Zero teeters, and eventually falls, giving the penguin a slight hug. "Hey, Pi."

Pi looks up at Dischord, puts both of his flippers on her cheeks and leans up giving her a big ol Penpen kiss, and then waks wildly, leaping out of her arms and disappearing... what an odd little penguin...

Twila Peterson just...sort of stares. ".................."

Seminole follows suite with Twila. "..."

Michael Eildath says, "And another one bites the dust,"

Dischord just blinks...

She's been kissed...

By a penguin...

"Okaaayyyy....."

Twila Peterson stares a little loner and breaks out into little giggled. "Aaaaaaaw...cute wil secret admirer...don't you think?"

There's a slight stirring... and suddenly... Zero rises again... he stands up, and wobbles about, "Darn penguin..." he mumbles as he stabilizes himself against the bar, "Okay... okay... you win, Woman... you win... I guess I'm on the couch again tonight..."

Twila Peterson comments of to the side, mumbling, "I'm not going to ask..."

Seminole finishes off his beer, dropping the bottle in the recycler before rubbing his eyes at where Pi was. "That /was/ real, right? I didn't imagine that?"

Dischord says, "Of course I won. After all you never go against the person standing behind the bar Number Two." But as she hears Sem, she nods, "Yes that was real. Just don't ask to many questions. I don't think even Dr. light could answer any of them. Heck I don't think a Stardroid could either."

Twila Peterson is sitting on at the bar with Sem and Micheal. Zero's piking himself off the floor while Dischord is behind the bar. Smite and Shrike are on the floor. And if anything was mispoken er...oops?

Dischord sends Twila a tightbeam radio transmission: "Cause when you're the one behind the bar, it's a lot easier to substitute your drinks with weaker things. Like water. *Chuckle*"

Rick Morgan enters the recreation room, sporting a rather large t-shirt rather than his usual attire. In fact, the shirt itself is deliberately large enough to allow room for the bandages on his shoulder...which will soon be due to come off of course. But not quite yet. In the crook of his right arm he carries a certain cabbit. As he comes to a halt just inside the entrance, he blinks and glances about, not having really expected to walk into -this- of all things.

Seminole nods to Dischord. "I wasn't planning to.. Reminds me of a few Stardroid encounters I had. But without the drinking penguin or kissing you. In fact, it's nothing like the Stardroid encounters I had. But I digress..."

Twila Peterson blinks at her radio transmission and offers a sly grin. Oooh...that was nasty. She flashes the female reploid a mock-scolding look but doesn't chide her. She simply...perks an eyebrow.

At about this time Kyo notes Twila inside the room. In fact...she notes alot of things. She squirms within Rick's hold, letting out a few pleadful mews that he let her go. She smells chocolate!!!

Michael Eildath blinks. .oO(It appears to be Rick and Kyo-Ohki.)Oo. "Errr..."

Rick Morgan blinks, and appears hesitant at first about letting the cabbit go. After all, with a crowd this big she could get herself into a little more than a bit of trouble. On the other hand, everyone around here pretty much knows her. After a moment's thought, he sighs and turns to the nearest table, extending his hands to set the cabbit down on it's surface. "There you go..." he offers quietly, expecting her to zoom off faster than the cast of Riverdance to a shoe sale.

Attention then rivets back to the 'party' as it progresses, and he slowly arches an eyebrow. "Should I ask...?" he says out loud to really no one in particular.

Dischord offers Rick a faint chuckle as she floats out from behind the bar, and starts towards the door, "Oh don't worry. Sir. I was just tending the bar. Oh, if Zero passes out, or tries to leave the base, just toss him into Quire's closet. *Yawn*"

Kyo-Ohki squirms a bit more...letting out a few more "yips" which happen to catch Twila attention rather easily...even as she lets go and, as Rick expected, she dives right into whatever's left of the treats and starts right in on the nibbling. "Mew! *munch-nibble-munch* Mew! Mew!"

"Uhs..." somewhat awkwardly towards the...er..display, "Would you believe there was some kind of party?" And yes, she's sober. "How are you feeling?"

Zero looks at Dischord, "Why are you so cruel!" he pouts as his head flops down onto the bar.

Rick Morgan casts his glance to Kyo's 'feeding frenzy' for a few seconds, before he moves forward, around the table and towards where Zero is face-down on the bar. He then glances towards Twila, and smirks faintly. "I figured that was my first guess what with the decorations and everything. Man, the things you miss when people say you're supposed to stay put in the medical bay." He then gives a small shrug, favoring one side. "...it's a little painful still, but nothing else really. It's just the punctures that will take awhile to heal." As he speaks he reaches out to grip the edge of Zero's helmet, helping to 'raise' the XO's head so he can have a good look at his features...mainly that and how drunk he is. "Careful there...you'll drown in your own beer..." he offers, half in amusement.

Dischord says, "I'm mean, 'cause if you leave this base like that you'll think every tree is Sigma and challenge it to a duel before you get back to your place."

Zero raises a hand, face still planted on the counter, "That's not true! I can hold my liquor!"

Michael Eildath rises slowly. "If I expect to do anything tomorrow, I need to get to bed. Now... which way is it?"

Twila Peterson trades glances with those present, particularly her brother, and blinks at the beserker. "Trust me...if you were human I'd hide your car keys...just for the sake of argument."

Dischord glances at Mike, "Down the hall. Enter the gravlift. press 1. Go outside, and keep walking back and forth in front of the cars. You can't miss it."

Seminole looks up from being the quiet drunk, and peers at Dischord. "I'll go with ya, Mike, I'm about to pass out too," he says, patting his new XO on the back.

Michael Eildath blinks, not being /that/ drunk, raises his hand, and gives Dischord the finger. The ring finger. Okay, I lied, he is that drunk...even that he also wobbles.

Twila Peterson muffles a *cough-cough* towards Dischord first before offering the departures a, "Uh...hope you make it to your room alright. Don't...mind the flying pink elephants. They're here just till the weekend..."

Rick Morgan lets go of his slight hold on Zero's helmet, letting the crimson armored one remain right where he is. Sheesh, talk about a party. For a moment, he says nothing else, then glances in Twila's direction once more, one eyebrow arching. "I'm getting the feeling you had a little part in this or something..."

Seminole pulls Mike's arm down before he loses it, and shuffles off toward the exit. "'Night everyone."

Twila shakes her head in response. "Actually, no....not really. At least I don't think so. She," indicating Dischord of course, "served. The others drank." She considers the drink she merely tasted and makes a soured face. "Have no idea why. Although, Zero did say some of this was for me. You're...looking at a fellow Hunter now."

Meanwhile, Kyo continues cleaning up the goodies and the crumbs from the desert table. There's probably more hidden away somewhere. But for now...she's becomign rather satisfied with her tummy.

Michael Eildath is yanked away. One of these days, someone's gonna pull his arm clean off with a stunt like this. At this moment, Mike's dreaming of replacing it with a really big gun, but something about it seems derivative... even with multiple shots of vodka in him.

Rick Morgan smirks faintly. "Hey now THAT is what I was referring to. I -thought- so." With that, he grins and reaches out with his arms...well, a little further with one arm understandably of course. "Bout time...congratulations!"

Twila Peterson smiles broadly and carefully wraps her own arms around her brother embrace him. "Thanks, Rick. Tho...still can't help but be a little nervous. In a squad tho. Two new ones were formed. Serpent....something was the name of the one I'm in. Guess I somewhat forgot it in some of the excitement..."

Rick Morgan squeezes Twila back, especially with his one good arm, before he pulls back once more, giving a quick nod. "Hey, you got plenty of time to look that over and get the feel of it," he offers. "...don't worry though. There really won't be anything different aside from what's been usually done..."

The young woman nods as one by one the others leave...save for the two still laying pitifully on the floor. "Well, little different. Seems that Light, Cain, and Auto are off somewhere hush, hush for some time," she responds. "So...of of my instructors will be gone..." Leaving Twila to fend for more of the medical needs than usual. But who's to say that wasn't what they were preparing her for."

Rick Morgan nods. "True enough..." he returns, moving to find a spot to sit at the edge of the big table. He eases himself into place, before swiveling about to face her once more. "I think you've shown that you're capable of definitely handling yourself on your own so to speak. You may not have a doctorate or anything of that level..." Yet. "...but you definitely know how to take care of the worst of a situation when it presents itself."

Twila briefly looks down to the floor with a, "I sure hope so," she muses, feeling slightly unsure of herself. Although, when the time comes, she'll simply do what she's always done...her best. Enough time to be concerned about it when there isn't a crisis. Besides, She's hardly think they would have placed her in a position if they didn't have faith in her. "But then, you are the professor, Proffesor. So....a drink?" she asks, looking towards the alcoholic beverages for effect and then slides from her seat momentarily to go to a cooler holding nothing but various kinds of Soda. "Pepsi or Coke?"

Rick Morgan uhs, and glances over to the drinks as well, as if considering. "Coke..." he finally offers gratefully. "Figure I should indulge now anyway...since I got out of that prison upstairs..."

Twila Peterson hmmms as she sets down the carbonated drink in front of him and then proceeds back within her seat. Before Twila can even open her Pepsi little Kyo comes jumping on and over the fallen forms of the reploids on the way back to the two siblings and scampers up towards the counter, plopping herself right there. When she begins eyeing the pretty bottles she edges forward until Twila holds her back. "Oh, no you don't. I have enough with you being sober," she chides.

Kyo "Mews?" looking to Rick for help...but apparently decides she won't get any from him...so just stays where she is. She got her chocolate anyway. Who needs more?

"Well...you have been sleeping an awful lot. But suppose you needed it too," Twila comments back towards him. "But I can't blame you for wanting out of medbay."

Rick Morgan hmmms, raising the bottle to take a quick drink from it, then setting it down once more. He turns his gaze sideways just a bit to watch Kyo out of the corner of his eye. "Yeah, I think I've had enough sleep to make up a lifetime..." he offers. "...about time I got up off my rear end and started making myself useful again." He smirks faintly at that, then shakes his head.

The younger of the two can't help but perk an eyebrow. "Careful. Not too much too soon. You still have a little healing left to do," she comments softly. But she knows from experience how stubbornness and dislike for inactivity can be a bit overcoming. There's a flicker of a glance towards Kyo as she remains by the two, merely cleaning her fear as an ordinary cat would. Her hand raises and she gently strokes her back. "Hey, never got a chance to say thank you for what you did for Kyo the other night. There are quite a few here who would have possibly, but not many others would have bothered or cared. Means alot."

Rick Morgan smirks faintly, leaning forward to rest one elbow on the counter surface. "Well..." he offers. "...I know how attached you are to her, that and frankly I wouldn't want to be in Snake Man's greasy hands myself for any extended period of time. And I hate to see you worried over something like that so...consider it that I was triply motivated for that fact. All's well and it all turned out well enough in the end. That's what counts."

Kyo-Ohki mips and hops closer toward Rick before peering towards his soda in curiosity. Before he has a chance to react however she turns towards him and licks his chin, giggling, as she snugs him...almost as if she could understand the siblings were talking about her.

Twila smiles as the cabbit's antics. "Well...she seems to appreciated it too. Wish there were a way to know what had gone on up there. She seems alright for what happened but..."

Michael Eildath wanders back into the room, still in regular garb (sans jacket), holding a coffee cup.

Twila Peterson and Rick are sitting at the bar together, drinking....plain ole sodas. Rick with his Coke and Twila with her Pepsi. Kyo's showing some affection towards the male twin while on the counter...

Rick Morgan blinks again as well...he gets licked on the chin. With a low, "Bleah..." he reaches up with one hand and rubs at where he was licked, before leaning over with the other to gently roll Kyo over and scratch her belly with his fingers, as if to keep her distracted. "Yeah, I could try and see if she's got anything in her short-term memory banks. Dunno if it would turn up much...tends to have a more selective memory area for certain details than a more advanced reploid design. I don't think it's hard to tell that she might have had a bit of a run-in with some of the more...." he pauses, as if searching for the right word. "...less friendly Robot Masters. But she was in one piece so I guess she didn't get physically hurt or anything. I didn't find any damage on her.."

Twila Peterson hmmms. "Damage...wasn't necessarily what I was thinking of. But something else." She doesn't elaborate very far however. She's cut off by Kyo's soft giggles even as she's tickled. The mech-animal certainly seems to be enjoying herself immensely. After a bit she says. Just a lil worried if Wily had tried to do something. But I would think it's a tad noticeable. After all...right now all that I notice is she's jumpy...and she can't stand to be alone..."

Her voice drifts off as she overhears footsteps re-enter the room. Turning towards the door she offers her fellow Hunter a wave. "More...coherent?"

Michael Eildath blinks. "Yeah. I forgot that I hadn't eaten before the party. Not good."

Rick Morgan nods slowly. "I think that would come from being kidnapped actually. It wouldn't be unexpected..." He then shrugs, and glances over towards Mike as he enters, smirking faintly. "...Well I think there's plenty of food around, so if you're planning to make up for lost time..."

That reminds Twila of something. "Ah...yes...food. Food's good, Mike. And that just made me remember. I put aside for you a small dish of treats from the small party if your interested, Rick."

Rick Morgan suddenly grins. "I think I might just take you up on that. What with all the sleep I've gotten lately, I'm planning on pulling a late night tonight and surfing the net for a few things I need. Would help if I had a couple snacks to munch on while doing so." Web surfing food. Gotta love it.

Twila Peterson smirks. "Alright...some treats coming up." On her way over towards the kitchen she can be heard asking, "Continuing some of your personal research?"

Rick Morgan nods slowly, although answering in the verbal quickly afterwards. "Yeah." he returns. "Just random stuff. Mecha weekly, robotics updates...figure it's time I touched base on the high-tech world and see what's hot and what's not. The usual."

Twila Peterson lowers herself to look within the refrigerator and take out the sweats...and then pauses for a moment. "Would both of you like a light lunch?"

Rick Morgan appears to hesitate at first, as if considering. "As...tempting as that sounds Twila, I might just have to pass for now." he slides from his seat, and begins to stand up. "I gotta get searching while I can right now, cause I wanna go over some of the equipment later. Even if I can't touch it just yet..."

Michael Eildath smiles, and shakes his head. "I just need a snack, so I don't hit the bed with an empty stomach."

Twila Peterson nods towards Michael in answer first. "Kay. Just...get better. And try to avoid drinking on a light stomach..." She approaches Rick with his goodies and gands them his gift with a smile. She then scoops up Kyo and holds her close...while giving Rick one final "good night" hug. "Night, Bro. Sleep Well..."

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Message: 10/47 Posted Author

Hunter Meeting Thu Aug 24 Zero

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*Zero appears on the screen.*

"Welp, the meeting was somewhat of a success. I was a tad disappointed to see that a lot of you weren't there. However most of the important stuff was taken care of. Ms. Peterson has a log of the meeting, and I suggest you inquire for one from her as soon as possible."

"Several changes are being made to the squads. And I'd like everyone to congratulate Seminole and Michael Eildath on their promotions, also, it's my pleasure to announce that Ms. Peterson is to be inducted as an official Maverick Hunter. Further details on the meeting can be see in the log. Maverick Hunter XO Zero out."

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Message: 10/50 Posted Author

Faction Meeting Sat Aug 26 LiT

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< LiT's image appears on the screen, vaugely lit(ha!) by the ambient lighting in his dwelling, his arms are crossed his face as always emotionless. >

I apologize for missing the latest meeting, I was.. busy with something that acquired immediate my attention. I do find the concept of a meeting of this nature to be disturbing. Instead of finding Wily or Hunting down the Mavericks you choose to pat eachothers backs and give out trifel 'promotions'. I do wonder how many lifes were lost to the Madman or the Mavericks while you were sitting idle talking about leadership and duty. This is interesting indeed. Also, I have taken note that I am currently in the squad known as 'Dragonfire'. Remove me....-now-. I am an indepenant agent working with this group, not for it. If you have a problem with this speak to Dr.Light. LiT out.

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Message: 10/53 Posted Author

RE: Lit Sun Aug 27 Zero

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*Zero appears on the screen, looking a tad irate*

"Listen you little traitorous ******. You oughta feel lucky that you're even still a hunter, and not mounted on a mantle in my apartment. You'll be a part of Dragonfire and you'll like it, or you can answer to me, and trust me you don't want that, bucko. So shut up and do what yer told, this is a team, and if you don't wanna play by the rules, there's the door."

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