WORST. PARTY. EVER.
Nov. 2nd, 2002 01:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
terryclothTonight was Lazar's Friday game, wherein Neokani, Nazir, and Marten staged a rave, which only just barely wasn't the last thing they ever did.
The game started with Nazir and Marten arranging for repair of the damage suffered in the battle against the planeswalker. Getting Nazir's van repaired was easy, since Skypass was the center of magitech on the southern continent. Marten's legs were a harder nut to crack, since the healers that normally would have been handy to regenerate them had been called somewhere by the Murrikai, and not even Neokani with her Murrikai connections could find out where.
Marten briefly considered having golem legs built for him, or having Chashimi the illusionist create a permanent illusion of an entire new body for him, but finally decided to just go ahead and contact his insurance company and get replacement cyber legs on Earth. There was a portal right in Skypass, although it led to Europe and not to America.
Fortunately, his medical insurance covered replacement cyber-legs. Unfortunately, to match his natural reflexes, he needed *very expensive* cyber-legs, with a co-payment of more than his current net worth. Fortunately, as a student, he qualified for student loans which could be deferred until after graduation (and since he never actually showed up for classes, graduation was a distant prospect). Unfortunately, his insurance company was owned by the Graves corporation and insisted he get Graves Corporation legs installed at a Graves Corporation facility. Fortunately, their only record of him in their database was the fake employee file left from his last run against them, and several citations for absenteeism.
So that was that. After some magical healing to bypass the normal recovery time (and during which his lost memories were restored), a trip to the mage's guild to repair the briefcase, and a bit of practice at the dojo in Skypass to get used to walking and kicking digitigrade, it was time to rest...
Oh, no, wait, it was time to spend all day doing heavy lifting preparing for a rave, which apparently he'd been volunteered to help Neokani with. The rave was to take place on Earth and Ur simultaneously, thanks to two illusion-wielding illiski goggleboys with netcams and a VR interface, and the gate between Skypass and Gibraltar. The guests (and staff, and music) from each half of the party were broadcast as realtime semi-transparent images in the other half, and the guests could, if they wanted, walk between worlds and visit the other half of the party.
As the system was brought online prior to most of the guests arriving, Marten noticed the faux-drakivolki he'd run into earlier, who on their last meeting had popped out of nowhere firing a caster just like Marten's own at him. Worried that this time the assassin was after him, since Fukachan was in Ohio at this point, he had Chashimi make him a created shell of a body as a disguise. On a whim, and knowing that since this was one of Neokani's parties, it was bound to turn into an orgy thanks to her 'mist machine', he had a female Zox body made for him.
So then the party started, and of course there was music, and drugs, and lots and lots of sex. Marten got high on a sensory enhancing drug, and tried to hit on Neokani from Ur, who'd skipped most of the party working at her forge making anti-magic bullets for her little gun... she wasn't terribly interested in him/her, and was extremely relieved when the Faux-drakivolki walked up and hit on the now female Marten.
The extremely horny Marten decided that the best way to deal with this assassin, who hopefully was unaware of his identity, was to screw his brains out and try to figure out what/who he was really after, james-bond-evil-chick fashion. In the process of finding a nice dark corner, he noticed an extremely realistic tattoo of a more advanced version of the caster, which the not-quite-a-drakivolki admitted was magically stored and could be drawn at will.
This told Marten two things. First, the faux-drakivolki was actually working for his employer, since the improvements to the caster were the ones Marten himself had suggested not a week previous. Second, this other employee was obviously the more favored experiment, since he got better stuff.
So Marten's plan of action was obvious: screw his brains out (he was still dosed up on massively aphrodesiacal gas), dose him on hallucinogenics, skin him, heal him so he didn't die or anything likely to cause real trouble, then find a mage who could extract the new-model caster from the tatoo, thus proving that HE was the superior experiment.
In the middle of part 1, all hell broke loose.
Basically, an assassin tried to kill Mist, the host of the party, a sentient air elemental demon bug. Collateral damage ensued. Mist retaliated ineffectually, and more collateral damage ensued. The planeswalker, on Earth, began to use cards from many different games, not only Magic the Gathering, and was fought off by Neokani-Earth and Chashimi, who manifested as part of the party illusion.
Marten's date drew his blaster and fired off three shots of 'cackling horror images drive everyone who sees them insane'. Marten kept up the 'scared girl' act just long enough to knock the faux-drakivolki unconscious with his kung fu and steal his gun. To Marten's total surprise, a future version of the drakivolki stepped through a rift in space and shot him with a necro-beam which aged its target.
Normally, this would have been extremely dangerous, but Marten was wearing a creation shell as a disguise, which absorbed the brunt of the attack. Unfortuantely, during part 1 (s)he'd managed to get himself pregnant, and the age-beam let him experience an entire pregnancy and childbirth in a split second, still high on sensory enhancing drugs... ending with his female Zox shell crumbling to dust, and a 7-year-old child lying on the ground at his feet -- a fully human child, meaning it would have had to have been the child of Marten and the faux-drakivolki (who was really a human who'd had bad cosmetic surgery), since everyone else Marten had screwed that night had been one alien or another from Ur.
Marten's attacker was utterly flabbergasted, which was good, because Marten passed out.
Neokani-Ur fled the party to go get her anti-magic bullets, assisted by a Murrikai mage on call to teleport her around, since the Murrikai were very happy with her latest inventions. Neokani-Earth fought the planeswalker, and after he'd summoned a horde of creatures which killed most of the Earthly partygoers (which were then stopped by Chashimi before they did any real good), damaged him enough to scare him into casting 'shadow rift', which... popped him into the party on Ur, where Neokani-Ur shot him, the anti-magic bullet punching clear through all his defenses. A helpful bystander immolated the momentarily scrambled planeswalker in a sea of molten lead, and his immediate threat was ended, although it was generally assumed that he'd be back.
Nazir, meanwhile, confronted the assassin, who was successful in her task of destroying Mist, nullifying him with a shard of the anti-elemental blade (a relic destroyed in a previous campaign). "I didn't want you to see me like this," she said, and walked out.
With that, things died down, and the Mistress of Starlight herself was summoned to ressurect the dead and heal the dying, as the party had been a high class affair and a LOT of people had been killed who really shouldn't have been. She couldn't bring back Mist, however, because he hadn't really been alive in the first place.
Marten awoke (somewhat to his surprise) unharmed and with all his possessions, and with a PDA tattood into his palm. Taking out his palm PC, he discovered a letter from the faux-drakivolki assassin, which told him, in short, that his employer was insane, working against the interests of humanity, and in the employ of a dangerous faction of the Murrikai and, more directly, of The Kid. That kid. The horrible demon kid that had tried to suck out Martin's soul.
He also asked Marten to give him a chance to talk the next time they met, and gave him the addresses of what could be nine other experimental subjects/testers of Martin's sort, most of whom lived near him.
And so Marten limped out of the wreckage, and swore off being a woman ever again.
last week next week
The game started with Nazir and Marten arranging for repair of the damage suffered in the battle against the planeswalker. Getting Nazir's van repaired was easy, since Skypass was the center of magitech on the southern continent. Marten's legs were a harder nut to crack, since the healers that normally would have been handy to regenerate them had been called somewhere by the Murrikai, and not even Neokani with her Murrikai connections could find out where.
Marten briefly considered having golem legs built for him, or having Chashimi the illusionist create a permanent illusion of an entire new body for him, but finally decided to just go ahead and contact his insurance company and get replacement cyber legs on Earth. There was a portal right in Skypass, although it led to Europe and not to America.
Fortunately, his medical insurance covered replacement cyber-legs. Unfortunately, to match his natural reflexes, he needed *very expensive* cyber-legs, with a co-payment of more than his current net worth. Fortunately, as a student, he qualified for student loans which could be deferred until after graduation (and since he never actually showed up for classes, graduation was a distant prospect). Unfortunately, his insurance company was owned by the Graves corporation and insisted he get Graves Corporation legs installed at a Graves Corporation facility. Fortunately, their only record of him in their database was the fake employee file left from his last run against them, and several citations for absenteeism.
So that was that. After some magical healing to bypass the normal recovery time (and during which his lost memories were restored), a trip to the mage's guild to repair the briefcase, and a bit of practice at the dojo in Skypass to get used to walking and kicking digitigrade, it was time to rest...
Oh, no, wait, it was time to spend all day doing heavy lifting preparing for a rave, which apparently he'd been volunteered to help Neokani with. The rave was to take place on Earth and Ur simultaneously, thanks to two illusion-wielding illiski goggleboys with netcams and a VR interface, and the gate between Skypass and Gibraltar. The guests (and staff, and music) from each half of the party were broadcast as realtime semi-transparent images in the other half, and the guests could, if they wanted, walk between worlds and visit the other half of the party.
As the system was brought online prior to most of the guests arriving, Marten noticed the faux-drakivolki he'd run into earlier, who on their last meeting had popped out of nowhere firing a caster just like Marten's own at him. Worried that this time the assassin was after him, since Fukachan was in Ohio at this point, he had Chashimi make him a created shell of a body as a disguise. On a whim, and knowing that since this was one of Neokani's parties, it was bound to turn into an orgy thanks to her 'mist machine', he had a female Zox body made for him.
So then the party started, and of course there was music, and drugs, and lots and lots of sex. Marten got high on a sensory enhancing drug, and tried to hit on Neokani from Ur, who'd skipped most of the party working at her forge making anti-magic bullets for her little gun... she wasn't terribly interested in him/her, and was extremely relieved when the Faux-drakivolki walked up and hit on the now female Marten.
The extremely horny Marten decided that the best way to deal with this assassin, who hopefully was unaware of his identity, was to screw his brains out and try to figure out what/who he was really after, james-bond-evil-chick fashion. In the process of finding a nice dark corner, he noticed an extremely realistic tattoo of a more advanced version of the caster, which the not-quite-a-drakivolki admitted was magically stored and could be drawn at will.
This told Marten two things. First, the faux-drakivolki was actually working for his employer, since the improvements to the caster were the ones Marten himself had suggested not a week previous. Second, this other employee was obviously the more favored experiment, since he got better stuff.
So Marten's plan of action was obvious: screw his brains out (he was still dosed up on massively aphrodesiacal gas), dose him on hallucinogenics, skin him, heal him so he didn't die or anything likely to cause real trouble, then find a mage who could extract the new-model caster from the tatoo, thus proving that HE was the superior experiment.
In the middle of part 1, all hell broke loose.
Basically, an assassin tried to kill Mist, the host of the party, a sentient air elemental demon bug. Collateral damage ensued. Mist retaliated ineffectually, and more collateral damage ensued. The planeswalker, on Earth, began to use cards from many different games, not only Magic the Gathering, and was fought off by Neokani-Earth and Chashimi, who manifested as part of the party illusion.
Marten's date drew his blaster and fired off three shots of 'cackling horror images drive everyone who sees them insane'. Marten kept up the 'scared girl' act just long enough to knock the faux-drakivolki unconscious with his kung fu and steal his gun. To Marten's total surprise, a future version of the drakivolki stepped through a rift in space and shot him with a necro-beam which aged its target.
Normally, this would have been extremely dangerous, but Marten was wearing a creation shell as a disguise, which absorbed the brunt of the attack. Unfortuantely, during part 1 (s)he'd managed to get himself pregnant, and the age-beam let him experience an entire pregnancy and childbirth in a split second, still high on sensory enhancing drugs... ending with his female Zox shell crumbling to dust, and a 7-year-old child lying on the ground at his feet -- a fully human child, meaning it would have had to have been the child of Marten and the faux-drakivolki (who was really a human who'd had bad cosmetic surgery), since everyone else Marten had screwed that night had been one alien or another from Ur.
Marten's attacker was utterly flabbergasted, which was good, because Marten passed out.
Neokani-Ur fled the party to go get her anti-magic bullets, assisted by a Murrikai mage on call to teleport her around, since the Murrikai were very happy with her latest inventions. Neokani-Earth fought the planeswalker, and after he'd summoned a horde of creatures which killed most of the Earthly partygoers (which were then stopped by Chashimi before they did any real good), damaged him enough to scare him into casting 'shadow rift', which... popped him into the party on Ur, where Neokani-Ur shot him, the anti-magic bullet punching clear through all his defenses. A helpful bystander immolated the momentarily scrambled planeswalker in a sea of molten lead, and his immediate threat was ended, although it was generally assumed that he'd be back.
Nazir, meanwhile, confronted the assassin, who was successful in her task of destroying Mist, nullifying him with a shard of the anti-elemental blade (a relic destroyed in a previous campaign). "I didn't want you to see me like this," she said, and walked out.
With that, things died down, and the Mistress of Starlight herself was summoned to ressurect the dead and heal the dying, as the party had been a high class affair and a LOT of people had been killed who really shouldn't have been. She couldn't bring back Mist, however, because he hadn't really been alive in the first place.
Marten awoke (somewhat to his surprise) unharmed and with all his possessions, and with a PDA tattood into his palm. Taking out his palm PC, he discovered a letter from the faux-drakivolki assassin, which told him, in short, that his employer was insane, working against the interests of humanity, and in the employ of a dangerous faction of the Murrikai and, more directly, of The Kid. That kid. The horrible demon kid that had tried to suck out Martin's soul.
He also asked Marten to give him a chance to talk the next time they met, and gave him the addresses of what could be nine other experimental subjects/testers of Martin's sort, most of whom lived near him.
And so Marten limped out of the wreckage, and swore off being a woman ever again.
last week next week
