<@Brett> [Date: Monday, March 28th. Time: 10:15 p.m. Location: Abu Dhabi, the business class hotel where Alysha and Hassan are.] <@Brett> [In case you forgot, you came to the United Arab Emirates to assist Alysha's co-worker with a Melnik Military and Ordinance problem. (A part of) Alysha's plan involved blowing up a new MMO factory in Abu Dhabi, though really she was after an the earring from the jewelry set on the datacube Michael Rowlins was going to give her before he died.] <@Brett> ( That's some recap :o ) (And it's still not as crazy as what actually happened) <@Brett> [You succeeded in both blowing up the factory and retrieving the earring, though the latter involved resistance from Sebastian Muller's man Faust, ancient necromancer/alchemist/scientist/poet. Also zombies and ninjas. <@Brett> [Afterwards, things got weird. Robert McCaul shot himself and Harold McCaul drove full speed into a wall. He survived, but barely. Then you ran from a giant tie-fighter-like-construct-with-tentacles in a race to get back to the hotel where Alysha and Hassan are. And deciding the elevator was too dangerous, you chose to take the stairs, even though they're on one of the upper floors and you're <@Brett> in a hurry.] <@Brett> [And that's where we are now! Climbing stairs.] <@Brett> [Start!] (Plus, we apparently couldn't fix Gordo's arm.) <@Brett> [Oh right, Gordo's arm is dislocated.] <@Brett> [The hotel seems eerily empty. The lighting is also very low, and some of the lights in the stairwell are blinking.] * Sonia frowns as she runs. She seems to be having no problem with this whole 'running' thing. "Think we're still in this shadow trick. Could be the Project S kid, he's a common link." (I am not letting you lead me into an elevator during a dangerous situation! I just can't see it going well for us!) <@Brett> ( And Sonia's aching, too, from her fall in the factory with the zombie. ) (Yeah, but she's a machine.) * Gordo keeps his good hand on the bannister as he climbs the stairs. "Ifinit wern't for whatever's doing this I'd say damn the stairs and take the elevator." I -shot him-. There shouldn't even -be- a Project S kid! Shouldn't be a big shamblin' mechanical thing we had to deal with either. Whole lotta shouldn'ts. I'll put a bottle of single malt on zombie clone. * Shiho isn't doing quite as well as Sonia but is still getting up the stairs at a good clip. I'll match that. * Sonia manages a slight grin. "Shoulda picked something less specific, flyboy." <@Brett> [You pass floor 8! Only about 23 more to go. (Okay, Sonia seriously has no problem running these flights, so if you want us to break off and take the elevator, make us take the elevator. :|) <@Brett> ( I'm not making you do anything :P ) * Shiho starts slowing down but determinedly continues up. (You've mentioned the number of flights approximately a thousand times, it feels like a subtle clue.) <@Brett> ( Actually I think this is the first time I put a number on it. ) <@Brett> ( Anywho ) <@Brett> [You pass floor 8! Only about 23 more to go.] 2d6+6 Sonia rolls 2D6+6: 1 1 +6 = 8 (Thank you dicebot, that's what I needed today.) <@Brett> ( ._. ) <@Brett> [Everything is Fine. Nothing is Broken.] <@Brett> [I guess.] <@Brett> ( Not really a lot I can do with that ._. ) * Gordo starts puffing. "Either way, A drink or three would be appreciated at the end." 2d6+5 Gordo rolls 2D6+5: 6 2 +5 = 13 * Gordo stops and rubs his eyes. "Hold up a moment." * Shiho halts and breathes deeply while waiting for Gordo. * Gordo points at the number next to the door."Because either I'm getting old faster than I thought, or we've gone passed this door at least twice." * Sonia stops ahead of them and comes back down a few stairs. "This is stupid." * Gordo rubs his eyes again. "We've been had." If he can do all this, why aren't we dead? <@Brett> ( Maybe you are and you just haven't realized it ) Why do cats play with mice? * Shiho runs a hand over her hair and admits, "I keep thinking about the elevator even though I know it's a stupid idea." * Sonia shakes her head. "'cause they only want to fuck for a few months out of the year." She just opens the door of the floor they're on, then. <@Brett> [Too late for that! You can't even get to the elevator now.] <@Brett> [The door opens, revealing the hotel hallway! Except it's unusually dark, even with the low lighting. You can only see about 4 feet in front of you.] (Can I sonic any farther than that?) * Gordo draws his pistol... and then puts it back and pulls down his nightvision goggles. "This is getting a wee bit old. Tell ya what kid, let us out and I'll bring ya the bottle of scotch." * Sonia walks forward a little cautiously, but it doesn't seem to be because she's peering forward. <@Brett> [As Gordo lowers his goggles, you all hear doors slam. They go one by one, further into the distance, stopping after about 12 have closed.] Son of a bitch. ... Room thirteen is it? Who the hell puts exactly thirteen rooms on a single floor? * Sonia exhales with annoyance and walks forward to find the open door( * Gordo lifts a goggle to check something with his own eyes. "Least I can still see, with these. Gotta get some for the rest of ye." * Gordo follows. I do fine in the dark. <@Brett> [You walk alllll the way down the hallway, passing closed doors and the elevator, until you approach the room at the end. Wait, there's not supposed to be a room at the end, is there? Not normally, no. The door is slightly ajar.] * Sonia nudges the door open with her foot, pistol in hand, sonics live. * Shiho takes her sword out. "Is there any particular reason Westerners find thirteen to be unlucky?" <@Brett> [As Sonia opens the door, the lights in the room come on! Bright florescent ones. You appear to be in an airplane hanger, with a pile of junk in the center.] <@Brett> ( Be glad it wasn't room 4 :P ) * Sonia has sunglasses on. How convenient! Now we're not anywhere close to where we should be. Seriously, why are we alive. * Gordo takes off his now useless goggles. "Whelp, we've either just teleported to my place, or a memory of it because I sure as hell didn't leave the lights on." * Sonia sweeps her pistol across the arc idly as she moves forward to check out the junk. I'm finding it less and less likely that the boss was ever even here in the first place. * Shiho begins to walk the perimeter to look for anything unusual. * Sonia rolls her eyes behind her glasses. "There isn't even a here." <@Brett> [The "junk" appears to be parts of an aircraft.] I mean, this ain't real. This is some sort of trick or magic or whatever. * Gordo scowles and addresses the ceiling. "You sir or madam are an ass." * Sonia nudges pieces of the aircraft aside with her foot, assuming she can move them as such. Just to make sure there's nothing useful under them. Seconded . <@Brett> ["It's what you wanted," says a whispery voice next to Gordo. And suddenly he sees Robert McCaul there. A very pale Robert McCaul. With black holes for eyes. "It is your dream."] Oh it is. Which is why you're an ass for offering it to me. I'm glad you've at least the dignity to not hand it to me all in one piece. And it gauls to know I'll probably never have this much of it. But I've my pride you know. <@Brett> ["You're dream is possible," says Robert. And abruptly he's on Gordo's other side. "Stay here. Build your aircraft. Realize your dream." And then he's gone, his voice lingering: "You do not need Alysha any longer."] * Shiho curses and stalks towards the apparition to murder it, then stops when it disappears. "What." * Gordo snorts. "Our friend's an ass with no pride, and as tempting as it is to unpack half of this so I can get the measurements for the flying wires, I'd rather sign a contract with the devil for them than touch that heap." * Sonia looks over at Gordo's little spirit conversation, mms, then watches him to see if he's actually struggling with that. Then she nods slightly and says, "Yeah, since we know this is all tricks anyway, I'm not sure what temptin' us'll do." <@Brett> [A particularly handsome man with long white-blond hair, dressed all in black, suddenly pops up from a flame. He unravels a long scroll and grins at Gordo. "Oh REALLY?"] * Gordo facepalms. "Now you're just trying too hard. Go away." * Shiho says flatly, "This fucking imagination shit again." <@Brett> [The man scowls, then vanishes in a gout of flame.] Remember that awful place we were stuck in last time? Where you imagined terrible things and they popped up? <@Brett> ( Gimme awareness checks. ) 2d6+5 Sonia rolls 2D6+5: 5 5 +5 = 15 (I've just totally blanked at what the raw stat is for that.) (Me too) <@Brett> ( Mind ) 2d6+5 Gordo rolls 2D6+5: 5 2 +5 = 12 2d6+8 Shiho rolls 2D6+8: 3 6 +8 = 17 <@Brett> [Everyone realizes that the door you came through somehow closed itself.] So, what yer saying is that my subconsious is an ass. * Sonia tchs at the door being closed, then says, "Right. So... give us Alysha in one safe living piece, and then let us the fuck out with her, we have shit to do." * Shiho shrugs. <@Brett> [The hanger doors are open, but there's a raging blizzard outside. It probably wouldn't be a good idea to go out there.] * Gordo walks over to a corner of the hanger where he's got a desk and a couple of chairs set up. "I'd offer the two of you drinks, but they wouldn't be real anyway." (Is there actually nothing under the airplane parts?) (Or do I have to do some heaviler pushing?) <@Brett> ( Try it :D ) (I... did.) <@Brett> ( Gime a body roll ) 2d6+6 Sonia rolls 2D6+6: 3 1 +6 = 10 <@Brett> [Sonia has a hard time moving the parts. But...] 2d6+5 Sonia rolls 2D6+5: 1 4 +5 = 10 (i love you dicebot) (so much) * Sonia crouches down and tries to move the airplane parts more directly, putting her gun away so she can. "Think there's some people talking under here. Whatever the hell that means." The hell? * Shiho sheathes her sword and goes over to help Sonia move things. 2d6+7 Shiho rolls 2D6+7: 2 5 +7 = 14 * Gordo comes back and starts dragging some of the lighter parts off to the side. <@Brett> [In the intrest of hurrying this up, the three of you succeed. Under the airplane parts is a glass window. And under that is a familiar looking white-haired woman: Pavla. She's talking with an old guy you haven't met but have probably seen before: Frizt Vollenstein.] <@Brett> [They seem to be standing on a rooftop. Which is scary, given that it means your hanger is floating above them.] * Gordo stares. "Now this ain't a piece of one of my dreams." <@Brett> [Pavla's dressed in combat gear, with a parachute on her back. She says to Fritz, "A little extreme, don't you think?" To which he replies, "We're a young company. We let them get away with this, and we're done. We'll have acquired a reputation for being unable to secure our resources."] <@Brett> [Pavla shrugs. "Alright. But you need to start hiring more combat capable people. You know I can't do this forever."] Ms. Novakova and Mr. Vollenstein? Think so, never seen 'im from above before, but her hair's hard to mistake. <@Brett> [Fritz is silent for a bit, then hands her a datacube. "Sources indicate thieves will strike GilaCorp tonight, looking for the same technology we just purchased. Your mission is to protect it."] <@Brett> [Pavla nods. "Level of Force?"] <@Brett> ["As you see fit. We can't let people think we're pushovers."] * Sonia 's expression darkens and she grits her teeth a moment, before saying, lowly, "This is all fake, you know." * Shiho blinks the idolizing look out of her eyes and looks over at Sonia. "Are you all right?" <@Brett> [Pavla nods. Fritz hesitates, then says, "But Pavla. Don't push yourself too hard. I know the Sherman solution keeping you alive puts a lot of strain on you as it is. If things get too hot-" Pavla cuts him off abruptly, "I'm fine, sir. I'm as much a veteran of Blitzkrieg as you."] <@Brett> [Fritz nods. "I know. And you'll make me proud, like you always have."] <@Brett> [Then the vision fades.] * Sonia looks over at Shiho, through her sunglasses, and then crosses her arms before looking back down to the fading vision. "That vision was a message for me. Supposed to get me to blame Pavla for... for somethin'." <@Brett> ["But are you so sure it's fake?" asks Robert, who's there again. "What if it's true? Could you still serve that company? Could you still serve Alysha Johnson?" And then he's gone.] Is it a well-known something? I'm beginning to wonder if these apparitions are responding off of mental cues or verbal ones along with pre-gathered information. * Sonia 's entire posture tightens further, then she says back lowly, in a clipped tone, "The relationship to me isn't... 'well known', no." Mm, for example, the devil appeared when Gordo commented about a contract, and back in that terrible town, I said something about a dictator firing at me and one appeared. Some Russian man? * Gordo shakes his head. "Hard ta say without giving who'evers behind this more ideas. Does make me wonder what happens if we take this dream back off the rails and break through the wall or this skylight in my floor." * Sonia nods very slightly and says, "Don't know, but that was pretty specific to be nothin' but pulled from us." * Shiho looks calmer than she has since this mess started. "At least we know that there's an intelligence behind this, even if we don't understand the purpose." Purpose is to keep us from Alysha. Don't get no simpler than that. * Sonia snorts and says, more loudly, "I'm professional enough to finish this little job. Might even be unprofessional enough to do it outta spite." * Gordo starts to pace. "I'd like to get out of here all the same, my poor brain keeps recognizing bits an pieces of that pile and I know half of them don't exist anymore outside of a museum in Canada." If I got somethin' to do about it, I'll figure that out when I ain't stuck here. <@Brett> ( There is a door you could open o/~ ) (It's true! IT only closed, didn't disappear.) * Gordo walks over to the door they came in from and tries the handle. <@Brett> [Gordo opens the door. Behind is a the living room of an upper-class home! Of course, the aesthetics are somewhat diminished by furniture being toppled everywehre and food and other belongings scattered on the floor. Two men, one older and one younger, and two women, one older and one younger, stand huddled together at a far wall. The youngest is crying. The older man has a helpless look on his <@Brett> face.] * Shiho stops in her tracks and pales. <@Brett> [the folks are all Asian. as is the man they're staring at, a guy with spikey black hair and a scar over his right eye, who's staring at them with contempt. His frame almost obscures the young woman with him, until she steps out a bit: It's Alysha Johnson herself.] <@Brett> [The scarred man looks at Alysha expectantly, and Alysha grins coldly, sloooowly handing him a pistol.] <@Brett> [The older woman screams as he checks it. Then they all scream as he starts firing. He doesn't stop until all the bullets are emptied. Alysha girlishly hops up and down, clapping her hands and giggling.] * Shiho spits, "Fuck you. -Fuck you.- She would have been nine years old. I won't give you the satisfaction." Shiho turns around and refuses to watch, but can't help but to start crying. <@Brett> [The young woman is still gurgling at the end of it all, so the scarred man presses his boot to her throat til she stops. <@Brett> [Then he and Alysha leave the room together by an opposite door.] * Sonia turns towards the door and starts going to it, and then catches Shiho's stall-out and walks up behind her to watch the tragedy unfold. When Shiho turns around she looks to her and says, quietly, "Sorry." * Shiho angrily wipes the tears from her eyes. "That was disgusting. Who would- who would want to make me watch-" I... yeah. Sorry for intruding on something like this. 'Sa tragidigy. Let's get outta here. (tragedy) (Thanks) <@Brett> ( Trying to pronounce tragidigy is harder than I thought :o ) * Sonia replies, lowly, "Same person who's keepin' us from Alysha. Faust, the kid... whoever." (YEah, that was my thought. How does that spelling even come close to 'tragedy' in pronunciation. @_@) (It almost pronounces like 'frigidity') <@Brett> ( that's actually easier somehow: o ) It's not- not your fault. Yeah, let's go. (It's the 'digy'.) <@Brett> [The living room has two exits: The one Alysha went through and the one at the opposite wall.] ('ty' is so much easier than 'gy'.) <@Brett> ( Especially when it's gi-di-gi ) * Sonia lightly pats Shiho on the shoulder and exhales. "Onto the next little game. After Alysha, I guess." * Gordo draws his gun. "Right then." * Gordo then puts it away so he can open the door, clearly not used to this can't use one arm thing. 2d6+3 Shiho rolls 2D6+3: 6 1 +3 = 10 (DR) 2d6+3 Shiho rolls 2D6+3: 1 2 +3 = 6 (Haha not worth it apparently) <@Brett> [As Shiho heads into the room, the young woman suddenly grabs her ankle, hissing "It should have been you! It should have been you!!"] * Shiho startles backwards. * Gordo walks back and kicks Shiho free. "Please stop trying. We have been delayed, you've delivered your messages. Go away." <@Brett> [The woman stops at Gordo's kick. Unfortunatly for him, her skin seems to have softened like ceramic: his boot goes through her, and he gets blood on the toe of it.] (Niiiiice.) <@Brett> ( brb sec ) * Sonia manages not to get run into by Shiho's backwards startle, and then says quietly, "Forward, you two." * Gordo mutters under his breath, "About face," turns, and marches to the door. * Shiho follows Gordo shakily. <@Brett> ( Back ) <@Brett> [You get to the door without being eaten. Now that you look at it closely, you can see it's got a number: 3102, the same Alysha's hotel room.] (Are the lights still weird?) (Well, we're in the bloody room still.) <@Brett> ( Now that you mention it, nope. ) * Sonia pulls her pistol out once more. "Alright, let's try this again." * Gordo eyes the lights, and then digs out his phone to see if coms are working again too. <@Brett> [Nope!] * Sonia will door-test and then push it open if it's unlocked. * Gordo shoves it back in his pocket. <@Brett> [The door opens! Behind is the hotel room! Which looks mostly in perfect order. But there's a toppled chair. Alysha's in the back, near a window, an apprehensive look on her face. Probably because Louis Linder is trying to aim a pistol at her, shrieking, "Let me go! She has to die! She has too!" He's being held in check by Rebecca Change, who's behind him and trying to contain him, but seems to <@Brett> be having a hard time of it.] <@Brett> [But before you can do anything, Hassan sprins out from next to the door and grabs Sonia's collar. "You! It's about time! Get me the hell out of here, NOW!"] * Sonia tchs and looks up at him, saying, "If it were up to me, we'd all be out of here. And that warehouse is very gone." * Sonia tries to sidle out of the way so that Shiho and Gordo can actually deal with Linder losing his mind. * Shiho points her sword at Hassan and says icily, "Get your hand off of my friend or you will lose it." <@Brett> ["I don't care about the fucking warehouse! Louie's gone mad! You're bodyguards! Do your job and get me the fuck out of here!"] <@Brett> [And at that he abruptly lets go of Sonia and backs away, hands up. ".... HQ will hear about this."] * Gordo starts to circle around to Linder, staying out of the guns line of fire. "Not going to be that simple." <@Brett> [While Rebecca glances back. "Thank God! Help me out here, Louis is-" She winces as he elbows her in the face, staggering. He brings the pistol up and...] <@Brett> ( Gimme init rolls! ) * Shiho refocuses her attention on Linder. * Sonia moves forward, locking eyes with Louie as init happens. 2d6+11 Shiho rolls 2D6+11: 6 2 +11 = 19 2d6+6 Gordo rolls 2D6+6: 6 3 +6 = 15 2d6+5 Sonia rolls 2D6+5: 4 5 +5 = 14 (NOT GOOD ENOUGH) <@Brett> [Shiho, Rebecca (loses a turn though) Gordo, Sonia, Louis, Alysha, Hassan] <@Brett> [Shiho!] * Shiho dashes forward to place herself between Louis and Alysha while slicing out at him. 2d6+8 Shiho rolls 2D6+8: 1 6 +8 = 15 <@Brett> [Shiho hits! Mainly because Louis doesn't seem terribly interested in dodging. She draws a shallow cut on his side.] <@Brett> [Rebecca staggers from her hit and falls, stunned. She starts rising. "Be careful! He's got hidden knives, too!"] <@Brett> [Gordo!] (Called shot to disarm is... I'm not done looking it up yet!) <@Brett> ( I forget too :D ) <@Brett> ( -3 ) (Right, total attacking to cancel out the penalty) 2d6+6 Gordo rolls 2D6+6: 3 5 +6 = 14 * Gordo draws his pistol and tries to shoot the gun out of Louis's hand! <@Brett> [The gun goes flying out of Louis's hand and lands not far from Alysha's feet.] <@Brett> [Sonia!] * Sonia walks up, spreading her body out a bit so as to cut off Louis's angle at Alysha as much as possible, cocks her fist, and then takes a swing at him, in the gut. (Total attack.) 2d6+9 Sonia rolls 2D6+9: 4 1 +9 = 14 <@Brett> [The wind goes out of him with a "Pfuuh!" And he slumps to the ground, out.] <@Brett> [Rebecca gets to her feet. "God, Benny. What the hell."] * Shiho turns to Alysha. She opens her mouth to talk, closes it and swallows, then opens it again before speaking. "You okay, boss?" <@Brett> [Hassan slumps next to the door.] <@Brett> ( Louis, not Benny >.> ) <@Brett> [As Shiho turns, she see's something she's probably not expecting. Alysha has picked up Louis's gun, and is holding it to her own forehead, grinning widely.] * Sonia shakes her fist and snorts, before looking over her shoulder at Alysha. She then says something sharp under her breath and adds, "Dammit, we're still in the shadow shit." <@Brett> ["I sell death," she says. "I indirectly murder children and ruin families. This world would be better off if I was gone."] (What would I roll to just grab for the gun?) <@Brett> [Rebecca stops. "Ms. Johnson?"] <@Brett> ( Mmm, let me look it up. ) <@Brett> ( Grappling attack at -1 penalty ) Christ Allmighty. <@Brett> [Hassan shakes his head back and forth. "What is wrong with you people?!"] (So 2d6+acv-1?) <@Brett> ( Plus unarmed attack ) There's a loon with some sort of mind powers running about trying to get her killed. <@Brett> ( Looks liek 2d6+5 for you ) * Shiho reaches out to try and grab the gun from Alysha. 2d6+5 Shiho rolls 2D6+5: 4 6 +5 = 15 (I always forget I have unarmed attack) (I never use it) (Except now, I guess) <@Brett> [Shiho moves lightning fast! Faster than whatever's possessing Alysha can think. And given that Alysha has the combat skills of a gerbal, she has no trouble wresting the gun away from her.] <@Brett> [Alysha slumps oddly, her legs remaining standing but her upper body doubling over.] Anywho, if somebody offers you everything you've ever wanted in exchange for killing our boss, don't take him up on it. * Sonia looks down at Louis. "Yeah. You might live." <@Brett> [Then she stumbles forward and grabs hold of Shiho's shirt to steady herself, and looks up at her. "Shiho?"] * Shiho safeties the gun and sticks it in her waistband, on account of her own gun is in her gun holster. "Hey there, boss." <@Brett> [Louis doesn't look that badly hurt, though he'll be out of commission for a few days.]] <@Brett> [Alysha lets go of Shiho, straightening and looking at everyone. "When did you guys get back?"] Just now. How fast can you get Nigel here? <@Brett> [Hassan rubs his face. "I'm sorry I ever asked you here."] You should know, there's some kind of evil force trying to get us to kill you. Or get you to kill yourself, it doesn't seem to be picky. <@Brett> [Alysha glances at Gordo. "He and Montana should be here tom..." And she stops, looking at Shiho. "Again?... I bet it's that Asahara kid."] * Sonia nods a little and adds, "Seems to know a lot. It'd make sense... Shiho thought she saw him." I -did- see him. <@Brett> [Alysha nods. "I have a theory about him." She frowns. "But I hope I'm wrong, because if I'm right he's going to be a bitch to get rid of."] I also shot him and killed him last time. * Sonia sighs. "Anyway, we got everything done, but Robert McCaul... uh, managed what we stopped you from doin'. His brother was 'live last we had our hands on him." <@Brett> [Rather than ask what you're talking about Rebecca moves to administer first aid to Louis.] <@Brett> [And at that she stops. "Robert's dead?"] <@Brett> [Hassan throws his hands in the air. "Oh great! That's just great."] Afraid so. So whatever your bitch of an idea is, we're going to need it. We can get your theory once we get out of Hotel California. <@Brett> ["Mr. Ford, call an ambulance for Harold."] <@Brett> [Hassan ignores Rebecca. "I ask for help for a simple problem, and-" He's cut off as Rebecca shouts, "Call a goddamn ambulance!"] <@Brett> [Reluctantly, Hassan gets up and moves out into the hall, pulling out his cell phone.] The factory is leveled by the by. Last we saw. To be fair, not much has been real for the past hour or so. ... Damnit. Good riddance to bad zombies and noise-eating darkness. Hopefully. <@Brett> [Alysha nods to Shiho. "Agreed." She looks to Gordo. "Good. I tied up my end, as well. The UAE, at least, won't be interested in buying from MMO any time soon."] <@Brett> ["And did you get the you-know-what?"] * Shiho checks her phone for signal. Ye... Actually we should double check that given how much we've been fucked with today. (Buggered today) <@Brett> [Shiho gets a signal.] (LET'S CHECK) <@Brett> ["Let's get back to Dubai," Alysha says. "We have to meet Montana and Nigel tomorrow."] <@Brett> ( Actually ) 6] * Ardweden (ardweden@173-16-137-10.client.mchsi.com) Quit (Quit: Gikathud.) <@Brett> ( Move that to after she sees if you got the thing :P ) * Sonia checks if we got that thing she sent us... for. <@Brett> [It's an earring. And yes, you did. It's a silver earring that looks vaguely like a curvy lightning bolt, with a green stone in the middle.] <@Brett> ["Good," Alysha says. "Montana and Nigel finished their job too."] <@Brett> [And now she says the previous line!] Sounds good to me. <@Brett> ( We can end when you're ready ) (Whenever) <@Brett> [Session End]