=================================== Magland ================================== Message: 6/1 Posted Author Magical Group Thu Aug 15 Mist. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ...... ...... ...... ...<.-.-.-.>... ...<8MP received>... ...... Experienced Aspected Magician (Water Elementalist) searching for like minded awakened individuals interested in the benefits of learning and advancing as a group. Please contact at drop box <9a7R34nov.Detroit.phantom.net> Mist ...... ...... <(OOC: @mail Lynx)> ============================================================================== --------------------------------------------------------------------------- 8 From: Scarecrow At: Thu Aug 15 11:00:51 2002 Fldr : 0 Status: Read To : Nina Reynolds Subject: Air --------------------------------------------------------------------------- stormcloud@thesky.axa.net I think I have the sky covered. We are much alike. Aspected Air Elementalist at your service. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1 From: Nina Reynolds At: Thu Aug 15 13:32:00 2002 (Conn) Fldr : 0 Status: Read Subject: IC Email --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ...... ...<4MP>... ...... StormCloud; I would be interested in meeting with you if possible to discuss this idea. If a matrix meeting would make you feel more comfortable I am fine with that. If you want to meet in person, I'd request it be some place very public so we are both assured of our individual safety. Pleased to have met your acquaintence. Mist --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------- 10 From: Scarecrow At: Thu Aug 15 13:49:40 2002 Fldr : 0 Status: Read To : Nina Reynolds Subject: IC Email --------------------------------------------------------------------------- reply from stormcloud@thesky.axa.net Mist, Matrix meet would be perfect. Meet me at the The Event Horizon - The Schwarzchild Radiance. Look for the smoke by the cigarette machine. Stormcloud --------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Event Horizon - The Schwarzchild Radiance The Event Horizon's sculpting is simply staggering. While there seems to be a floor beneath your feet and you can only move in one plane, it is transparent, and below you you can see an enormous black hole, of incredibly high resolution. Bits of starstuff flies past, though none of it ever seems to come near the patrons, and it seems as if the entire universe is collapsing past you - an impressive display of the power of gravity, although the furniture hangs in space on the same plane as you are in defiance of the singularity below. Shiny black tables and chairs complete with decanters of simsense wine are scattered around. There is only faint background music here, barely audible just to give it some ambiance, and the tables are served by a bunch of smart frames designed as cigarette girls offering steeply priced BTLs that simulate old school drugs such as ecstasy and LSD. A similar such smart frame hangs a long shiny black bar, selling similar virtual refreshment. Off to one side of the bar, floating in space, is a battered old late twentieth century cigarette machine that looks a little out of place amidst all the shiny black that dispenses simsense cigarettes. Contents: Stormcloud Obvious exits: Freeport Station Smoke, mist or some other form of cloudy, air filling iconography shifts, rises and falls by the side of the cigarette machine. Its as if someone might have left a cigarette lit and tossed it to the ground. A spire of smoke rising into a cloud. Mist slips into the node as a smooth and flowing puddle and then forms up like liquid living matter into a humanoid form, blue and cyan swirling water forming its surface. Mist searches the area for a cigarette machine and then finds it and starts fluidly moving in that direction, its legs not moving, but its feet turning into small puddles and flowing over the floor as it moves. As Mist nears a hole in its watery face forms somewhat like a mouth, "Stormcloud?" it asks timidly. Smooth motion, the resolution of the cloud is almost real. Its sentient movements hardly noticable. The sounds as if words whispered by a voice in the wind is heard as the cloud answers," Nice Icon." The top of the cloud bellows to now show a face of somekind. The form of a face within the smoke or cloud gives a smirk and says with is whisper in the wind,"Stormcloud, thats me..." Mist offers a slight bow and nod of its head as a sign of respect to the icon before it and returns, "Mist, at your service.. I am pleased you responded to my inquiry. I have another interested party which requests a meeting with me in the meat world rather soon. There appears a great desire for such a gathering of the minds here in Detroit." Stormcloud a swirling circle forms within the cloud of smoke as he says,"Another, that is splended news. I guess we will eventually meet if we have the same aspects and goals. I find that I research more of the world that lives under the sky. Sharing experiences and ideas are key into a deeper understanding of the way we are. But, in any joining of the minds, we need trust, and I think we have to earn such a thing. Dont you think?." Mist's face takes on a more distinct form, certainly female as it speak further, "I agree with you on this matter of which you make. Trust is a hard thing in this world which we live. Perhaps only a measure and a variable limitation of ones surroundings it none the less is required to some level. As example.. This other interested party resonded to me by saying he doesn't work with the "likes of me".. but that he was willing to meet with me because I "sounded female". My first impression of him offered nothing of trust, as well as his insistance that we meet meatside worries me of his intentions. Likewise.. another shadowland inquiry earlier in the day resulted in someone leaving a message for me to meet him with only a twenty minute lead time in a nuddie club. Needless to say, I didn't show up because it was obvious he was trying to force the meeting to either prove I was desparate for work, or completely stupid. Either of which I am not interested in portraying." Mist pauses just a moment, "I share this with you only so that you can understand that I have encountered such people since inquiring in this Shadowland that instill nothing at all of trust.. but in contrast show a somewhat aggressive and threatening demeanor. This is why I speak of trust being a shade of circumstances, for you at least I feel a level communication at a personal level where I'm not feeling like I'm being manipulated or stalked." Stormcloud pauses as the circle stops and then begins to slowly turn the other way. The whisper within the wind is now more audible as he gives a amused tone,"and with that level of communication comes understanding. I like what I am hearing and am glad that this arrangement was made possible." His face returns, some new features included, long hair. "There is a code, that is followed. A basic understnading within those that operate within these areas, some maybe break that code from time to time. I have only my word to give you when I say that I stay within the lines of that code. One can never grow by cutting roots." THe faces within the cloud looks down for a moment,"Within time. we will get to know each other, as I said, I am an Air Elementalist.. I live on the knowing what is within the winds. When, we both are ready, we can meet. within the flesh." He looks up for a moment, male features sculpted within the smoke,"Are these terms fitting for you?" Mist nods its watery head in agreement, "I feel confident we will meet and develop this agreement and perhaps develop a friendship at some level. In fact.. I would be interested in asking if you would accompany me in meeting this other interested magical group inquirerist. I would feel more comfortable if you could be present at the meeting. If you would be interested in such a concept I could meet you outside a location for a short chat.. then go inside to where we can meet this other individual." Stormcloud shifts and lifts and falls as the simsense to his feed is so sensative that a brief moment of hesitation can be interrupted within the actions of the smoke. The faces fades for a moment as the voice within the wind quiets down for a moment. After a moment of consideration, a question is asked in the wind,"within what kind of area is this meeting taking place?.. and I can see myself joining you. Though it is more earlier than what I had orignally anticipated." The face returns now with wide eyes as he states,"and I will have some protection if anything should not go as planned..." A brief reassuring comment. Mist returns in a kind and calm voice, "I requested it be downtown in a secure and safe part of the city. He requested it be somewhere near a cafe or something so we could eat. I was thinking perhaps the tube cafe, the small cafe between the Gateway Regency and the Parking lot which crosses over the street.. its public, a short police resopnse time so he won't try anything stupid, and they have a good video coverage of the area on the streets there.... He won't be stupid enough to try anything in such a public place I don't feel. I understand about your protection.. elementals I presume?" it nods, "It is wise and I think well of you for such precautions.. can you meet me at the bus stop in front of the Gateway Regency before the meeting? I have to contact him with the exact location and time yet so I'll need to email you that info once I get it set up." she pauses and then adds, "I know its early.. but as you said trust is something you earn.. this could be a step in that direction for both of us." A brief expression of amused understanding at the downtown area is mentioned. He nods and says,"I'll just stay low key and keep the protection at home then. the downtown area is a good place to meet. Considering its a well, magically patrolled and secure area." His tome within the whispered wind is that of knowing. "I guess I'll stop blowing hot air and dive right in" said the Air Elementalist to the Water Elementalist,"Ok, See you at the busstop. Look for the yellow handkerchief. That will be me... see you soon Mist" The cloud of smoke seems to just vaporize into nothingness. Nina Reynolds has jacked off from her connection with the matrix and made her way to the busstop outside the Gateway Regency. She's been sitting in the covered stoop and protection of the three side walls with a few other strangers as they wait for a bus. Scarecrow exits the cab as he fixes his long coat. The tusks of the ork seem to shine as if well-kept. His dreads are bound back as if his head had a tail of hair. A yellow nadkerchief tied around his left wrist as he adjusts his emerald tinted shades. His movements to the bus stop is slow and steady with a probing expression on his face. Nina Reynolds rolls 7 dice: 1 1 3 3 8 9 10 Nina Reynolds's eyes scan the area, looking for arriving vehicles which dispatch people.. buses, taxi's, cars, etc. It's the yellow handkerchief that catches her eye and she stands as the Ork nears the bus stop. The woman (Nina) in her armored trench coat moves out away from those at the bus stop as the bus pulls up to pick them up and she twists the top off a bottle of water as she makes eye contact with Scarecrow and then pours some water on the ground at her side purposefully and then walks to stand against the nearby building to place her back there to rest.. and wait. Scarecrow pauses as he takes out a roughtly rolled brown cigarette out of his pocket and liths the tip with a microtorch. The blue flame rubbing on the end of the strange cigarette as an orange hue is found. The burning tip of the cigarette lights up a bit as he inhales. A brief puff of smoke comes out on his exhale and forms a circle. His tusks seeming to form some kind of a grin as he slowly follows the cirlce towards Nina before it fades in the wind. Nina Reynolds leans against the brick/plastcrete wall near the busstop, the sidewalk between her and the street as she observes the crowds passing and moving about, nearing the end of when the bars are supposed to close for the night. Its the ork with the yellow signal in his pocket which her gaze returns to on occasion, as well as looking up at the plexiglass archway tube that connects the gateway regency apartment buildings second floor with the parking garage second floor on the other side of the street. She looks up curiously at the Tube Cafe area, intent on what is going on up there. Scarecrow seems to just slowly shift though the crowd as he takes a puff of his smoke from occasion. The smell is not that or your regular brand of tobacco, but of the purple haze version of ganja. Now finding himslef about half a meter away from where Nina stands. He checks his watch and then leans back on the wall. He undoes the yellow bandana from his wrist and places it within his poket. He exhales and just gives a soft toned, "Hey.." from his large orken lips. Ash is flicked to the ground as he continues with his intake of sweet scented smoke. His eyes seeming to search the crowd as if not giving his full attention to the person standing next to him. Nina Reynolds doesn't glance Scarecrow's way, but takes not of him in her perephrial vision and watches him remove the yellow bandana and sees it vanish from her view. Nina takes out her pocsec and opens it, holding it in front of her as the current news-sheets scroll slowly. The woman beside Scarecrow moves her lips as if reading the data, though her eyes don't seem to focus on the screen, or more accurately she's not really reading the data there as she quietly speaks, "I am pleased you made it, I am surprised to meet such a man of stature, your size is comforting." Nina Reynolds says, "Still no response from Leon." Nina Reynolds says, "Doh.. he's idle 1 hour 30 minutes." Nina Reynolds says, "We can just move to the Tube Cafe whenever he's available and say happened just before the meet.. just timeslide what we're doing right now maybe." Scarecrow follows example as he moves to fix the time in his watch. He catches the tip of his smoke within the corner of his mouth so that the burn doesn't flow a rise into his eyes. He presses a few buttons and such as he mumbles to himself, but conversating with Nina,"Likewise. I'm glad my first impression was a good one. Not as good as yours I would think." He takes the joint from his lips and flicks the ash to the ground again. His eyes behind the green tint of his shades rise to the place before him, the Tube Cafe. He takes out his pocsec and starts to just idly review a bit of information. "I guess you take the lead and I find you with company within.." He taps at a few keys as he comments. Nina Reynolds waits a moment as a group of four people walk by sharing laughs and small humorous stories of their college years, tapping at the pocsec down arrow to scroll through the news articles and then speaks once the threat of anyone overhearing is gone, "I think that sounds well.. I will meet him at the counter while you wait inside the parking garage so you can see us there in the cafe.. I will take a napkin from the counter with my.. hand and wipe my mouth when your supposed to, or I need you to come join us. We can pretend its a happenstance meeting and we're acquaintences.. that way, if he does turn out to be a creep I can have a friend back me up and we can leave together. If he turns out to be okay after all.. then it would be natural for a friend of mine to stay to chat further on the subject, considering our mutual interest in creating this group... does that sound acceptable?" She presses a button and the screen on the pocsec turns to a highly reflective silvery backing much like a mirror and she turns it so that her face is reflecting to look at Scarecrow's face, she offers him a friendly smile should he notice her shift the pocsec as if to show him something on it. Nina Reynolds closes her eyes briefly, her head bow'd to conceal her actions from those walking past as she shifts her gaze into the astral plane. A short glance over to Scarecrow reveals her cautious action on inquiry as she realizes it will be obvious to him if he's looking that she's perceiving him, a possible future friend and associate for a moment, and then she looks back to her pocsec again and shifts her gaze back into the world of the mundane. You start looking into the astral plane. Scarecrow The vastness of the sky is seen within this form. A wind blows into a raging hurricane within his spirit. The wind is littered with darkness around his head and warped in some ways around his body. You return your attention to the physical world. Soon the small slim black case that holds a stylish pocsec is placed away. His eyes seem to press to the direction of the pocsec as the his shades make him look as if he is peering straight. H fakes brushing off some ash from his long coat as he gives a subtle nod and clears his throat. He moves his fist up to give a small cough that sounds like, "ok." His feet begin to take him in the direction of the parking garage as the crowd passes by. Nina Reynolds remains leaning against the wall for some moments, letting the ork pass from view and reach the parking garage before she pushes lightly from the wall and pockets her pocsec and moves for the lobby of the Gateway Regency Apartment building to head for the Tube Cafe and her meet with the unknown person which has requested to speak with her about her magland magical group inquiry. Log stopped