RE: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] Chasing Igor

gah!!! happened again!!
 
I posted before I recieved yours mate, whaddya wanna do go with yours or mine?

-----Original Message-----From: JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com [mailto:JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com]On Behalf Of OnionSent: 21 September 2006 22:50To: JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.comSubject: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] Chasing Igor

Who: Everyone in the Spotted Duck (Jay, Chris Harris, Seymour, Keto,Efof, MK9, Dean, Phil, Tara, Nikola and anyone else I've missed)Where: The Spotted DuckWhen: After last post<snip>"You are skating on very thin ice, *Ambassador* Niples," mutteredKeto, "But we shall converse about this later. Now. To business.Where are my medistaff and what do any of us know about these creatures?"<end snip>Tara was about to pipe up with a her medical diagnosis so far, butSeymour butted in. "So far all I know is that this place stinks likean abattoir and I can't believe a high class individual such as myselfis even in the same room as a rotting corpse. I'm a Royal Ambassadorfor lord's sake!"Mk9 pointed to the trapdoor to the cellar where Igor had escaped to."Let's find Igor and get some answers out of him, he went down there –look!"Mk9 blasted the trapdoor open, which some people thought wasunnecessary, especially Seymour who got a splinter in his eye. He wasjust about to whinge about it however when he was pushed down the holefirst."Excuse me fellows but is this any way to treat a r-""Quiet Seymour and just tell us if it's safe down there!" Shouted Keto."Erm… no… no…. I can't see any Zombies, which I'm jolly well happyabout. Just a dark tunnel. Maybe Mk9 should come first."The small robot pushed his way forward and illuminated the path withone of his robotic extensions. The group followed them through thetrapdoor and descended a narrow damp staircase. At the bottom itopened out into a stone wine cellar, with an unusual-looking group ofcars. "This looks like the garage!" Said Jay, looking at the unusualselection of cars. Some were classics, but all had been modified insome way… or maybe "butchered" would be a more appropriate word. Allof the cars looked like some kind of unusual cross-breed experiment,like a selection of Frankenstein cars.The most unusal one of them all was currently being worked on by afrustrated little man. It was Igor. He was trying to jump start one ofthe cars and escape.Nikola spotted him first and called everyone else over. "Grab him before he gets away!" Said Jay. But it was too late, Igor had got the car working and quickly jumpedin, speeding off into the Martian dusk.Everyone watched him through the open garage door. The sun wasstarting to set on Mars, making visibility poor. But the amount ofsmoke that Igor's unusual car was spitting out it could be followedeasily.Jay looked around. "Quick guys, find a car that works and lets followhim."Seymour raised his hand slightly. "Can I get in a potentially `smooth'car please, I get travel sick.""Travel sickness is the least of your worries" said Keto pointing outof the door, a group of zombies had noticed the open garage door andwere walking towards them.OOC – Tag anyone, what happens next?