MaidCraft 7

February 23
[23:20]	* NgMui	enjoys a scenic route while bicycling.
[23:21]	<NomDeNarrateur>	It's a beautiful day in little Paris. The sun is shining and the birds are singing and random French people are making love
[23:23]	* NgMui	rings her little bike bell. Ring ring, ring ring!
[23:23]	<[Crix]Ashra>	BIIIIICYCLE-BIIIIICYLE
[23:24]	* NgMui	would rather listen to Dragon Attack!
[23:24]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Ng Mui: The friendly neighbours wave as you pass by. Everyone is smiling and everything is happy!
[23:24]	* NgMui	kills them all.
[23:25]	<NomDeNarrateur>	FIN
[23:26]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Awesome
[23:26]	<NomDeNarrateur>	So
[23:26]	<NgMui>	OH SORRY I GOTTA LEAVE
[23:26]	<Gaatz>	SEE YA LATER FAGETS
[23:26]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Urge to kill, rising
[23:26]	<Gaatz>	:>
[23:26]	<NgMui>	Take it out on my character
[23:27]	<NomDeNarrateur>	[Last time, on Not MaidCraft: Brood Wars]
[23:27]	<[Atai]The_Overmillie>	[SERVE THE HIVE]
[23:28]	<[Crix]Ashra>	[Maidcraft 2: the eternal beta]
[23:32]	<NomDeNarrateur>	[Our heroines(?) were taking a road trip. Ng Mui's instructions leads them right through civilisation and out the other end, to an area of the country that is less like the country and more like the New Froniter. It's the place everyone talks about wanting to retire to, but no one ever goes to. The people living there must have been part of the landscape because nobody has ever seen anyone...
[23:32]	<NomDeNarrateur>	...move in, and considering the size of only town in the area everyone and their little talking dog would know of visitors.]
[23:34]	<NomDeNarrateur>	[So anyways, by the time you all arrive at your destination your ride is making strange wheezing sounds and coughing up very peculiar shades of smoke. The alternation between cobble roads and dirt hasn't helped at all, and the poor machine is going to shake itself apart any moment now.]
[23:36]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Everyone: a bit out from the town itself is a rather large house sitting by itself behind the trees, a picturesque, two story affair, but without quite enough land to be called an estate.
[23:39]	<NomDeNarrateur>	[This is probably where you want to be. /railroad]
[23:39]	<[Atai]Millie>	"...And that's how come Russia's a miserable shitpile. Too much snow makes a country dead inside."
[23:40]	<[Atai]Millie>	Also, I hope you all like walking, because this thing is going to die.
[23:40]	<[Atai]Millie>	Soon
[23:40]	<[Crix]Ashra>	Are we there yey?
[23:40]	<[Crix]Ashra>	[yet]
[23:40]	<[Rut]Laure>	It seems so.
[23:40]	<[Atai]Millie>	We were already there. You slept through it.
[23:40]	<[Atai]Millie>	We all had fun while you were snoozing.
[23:40]	<[Crix]Ashra>	I'm sure.
[23:41]	<[Atai]Millie>	You don't have enough money to be sure.
[23:42]	* [Crix]Ashra	looks perplexed at this statement
[23:46]	* NgMui	doesn't say anything, and simply waits for the automobile to stop.
[23:48]	<[Crix]Ashra>	Well, wherever we are going I'm sure they will have food.
[23:49]	<[Crix]Ashra>	I hope..
[23:49]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Everyone: the truck give a final splutter, shokes, and dies.
[23:50]	<NomDeNarrateur>	And also chokes and dies.
[23:50]	<[Atai]Millie>	Might have to steal it or ki-- Oh, there it goes.
[23:50]	* NgMui	hops out and walks the rest of the way.
[23:50]	* [Rut]Laure	follows.
[23:51]	<[Crix]Ashra>	W-wait up!
[23:52]	* [Crix]Ashra	stumbles out of the bed of the poor truck, giving it a final salute for it's brave transporation.
[23:52]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Everyone: Nothing at all happens to you as you walk. It's not very far from where your ride died anyway. The gate of a house is not locked, and there is a gentle ramp leading up to the front door.
[23:53]	* NgMui	opens the gate, feels a strange sense of deja vu, and proceeds to the door.
[23:53]	* [Atai]Millie	refrains from opening the cab door in Ng Mui's face as she walks by in the interests of getting along. Taking up the rear, she hops out and follows the others, whistling to herself as she strolls along the road.
[23:54]	<[Crix]Ashra>	Well we aren't breaking in, so it's only appropriate to knock.
[23:55]	* [Atai]Millie	looks over the house.
[23:55]	* NgMui	was just going to open the door, but whatever. She knocks loudly.
[23:55]	* [Rut]Laure	clears her throat and straightens her shirt.
[23:55]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Everyone: there is a bell, but sure, you can knock
[23:57]	* [Atai]Millie	arrives with the rest of the others by the door.
[23:57]	<[Atai]Millie>	...Nobody home?
[23:57]	<NomDeNarrateur>	*silence*
[23:57]	* NgMui	opens the door.
[23:57]	<[Atai]Millie>	Their loss.
[23:57]	<[Crix]Ashra>	Maybe they are....throwing a surprise party.
[23:58]	<[Atai]Millie>	I'm glad I'm not going first.
[23:58]	<[Atai]Millie>	I don't like surprises.
[23:58]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Ng Mui: the door opens to a short hall leading to a large reception area
[00:00]	* NgMui	steps in.
[00:01]	* NgMui	calls out,
[00:01]	<NgMui>	Master. I have returned.
[00:01]	* [Crix]Ashra	braces for thousands of ninjas coming out of the shadows
[00:02]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Everyone: the reception area is quiet.
[00:02]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Ashra: this is exactly the sound ninja make
[00:03]	* [Crix]Ashra	starts to panic.
[00:03]	* [Atai]Millie	wrinkles her nose. This place belongs to Jappo Jane's pimp? Ick.
[00:05]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"Sorry, sorry. I'm not as fast as I used to be."
[00:05]	* [Crix]Ashra	slumps her shoulders and visibly relaxes.
[00:06]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Everyone: you hear the sound of wheels on carpet
[00:06]	* [Rut]Laure	doesn't react, but looks around.
[00:06]	* NgMui	goes to him.
[00:07]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"Hold up! Just stay right there and I'll be right with you."
[00:07]	* NgMui	holds up.
[00:08]	* [Atai]Millie	's brow wrinkles slightly. Her pimp pushes a cart around? Damn, that su-- Wait, that means she belongs to a servant.
[00:09]	* [Atai]Millie	makes a strange, brief sound that's a mix between a snort and a cough sound as she bites off laughter.
[00:09]	<[Crix]Ashra>	Did you bite your tongue?
[00:09]	<[Atai]Millie>	Ah, uh, no.
[00:09]	<[Atai]Millie>	Dust in the air.
[00:10]	* [Rut]Laure	ignores the duo.
[00:10]	<[Rut]Laure>	Is everything alright, sir?
[00:10]	* [Atai]Millie	bites the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling.
[00:12]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Everyone: A small man emerges from one of the side passages. At first it seems that you recognise him, but you can't really place where. He has the kind of face that everyone swears they've seen somewhere before, but at the same time they can't really place where. It's a very generic kind of face; when press to describe it one might say that it has a normal nose, and normal eyes, and...
[00:12]	<NomDeNarrateur>	...matching normal hair. This is exaclty the kind of description everyone will admit to having seen before, yet at the same time is of no use whatsoever to anyone. It does however, create a sense of intimacy. Neither remarkable or threatening, but familiar and trustworthy.
[00:13]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Celebrity, everyman, confidant, and passing Samaritan all at once.
[00:14]	<NomDeNarrateur>	What stops him from being totally boring in everyway is that he does not walk up to you. He wheels up to you. In a wheelchair.
[00:14]	<[Crix]Ashra>	Ah, Hello.
[00:15]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"Morning, ladies. Sorry I didn't see you at the door. I kinda dozed off waiting for you."
[00:15]	* [Atai]Millie	waves briefly.
[00:16]	<NomDeNarrateur>	The man laughs. It's pleasant, and probably part of the laughtrack recording you hear on TV
[00:16]	* NgMui	folds her hands together and stands at ease nearby, respectfully giving him her full attention.
[00:16]	* [Atai]Millie	...So her pimp is a cripple? Goddamn, he must be master of some kind of crazy Invalid-Fu if he's got her under his thumb.
[00:16]	* [Crix]Ashra	thinks to herself... What's Tea-vee...?
[00:17]	* NomDeNarrateur	kicks Ashra out of his narration
[00:19]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"Jonathan Christophe Hamilton, in full. If that rolls off the tongue too well, you can call me Jon. Or Chris. Or Hamilton. No difference to me."
[00:19]	* [Rut]Laure	promptly steps forward and extends a hand.
[00:20]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"Hello, hello, hello."
[00:20]	<NomDeNarrateur>	The man shakes
[00:20]	<[Rut]Laure>	A pleasure to meet you, Jonathan. My name is Laure Blanc.
[00:21]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"So I hear, so I hear. Laure, Ashra and Millie, yes?"
[00:21]	* [Atai]Millie	nods to him.
[00:21]	<[Atai]Millie>	Yep.
[00:21]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"That's good, that's good. Much better than if you weren't, at any rate."
[00:22]	<[Crix]Ashra>	I like being in one piece.
[00:23]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"Hey, so do I! We'll definitely get along, then."
[00:27]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Jon: "Now that introductions are over with, I'll get to the unpleasant business stuff."
[00:27]	<NomDeNarrateur>	He clears his throat solemnly.
[00:28]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"As ladies in your field must know, there are quite a lot of...
[00:28]	<NomDeNarrateur>	...'interest groups' working tirelessly to make this world a better place."
[00:29]	<[Crix]Ashra>	Oh! Like the Knights Templar! Or are we the Knights Templar...
[00:30]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"Like them. And people like them. There are a lot of little organisations like that around. Heaps."
[00:30]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"So I really should congratulate you on pissing them all off at once. Good work, ladies!"
[00:31]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Jon applauds with vigor.
[00:31]	<[Crix]Ashra>	I didn't really do much, except fall out of window.
[00:32]	* [Rut]Laure	smiles amicably.
[00:32]	<[Rut]Laure>	How quaint~
[00:32]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"Oh, I'm sure you all had a part in this fine collective achievement. No need to be so humble."
[00:33]	* [Atai]Millie	is not quite so sure he's not pissed off.
[00:35]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"Unfortunately, as much as I personally appreciate your efforts, the powers that rather that your achievements are scaled down from now on. You have them all in agreement on this one. It's astounding, it really is."
[00:35]	* [Crix]Ashra	has a big smile on her face. She likes JCH.
[00:37]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"They don't want you freelancing about anymore, you see. That's where I come in. Whatever your previous allegience or contractual obligations, they are void. You are now with me. I'm afraid that's not as flattering as I would wish it to be."
[00:39]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Jon tries to rear up a bit to make up for it, but of course can't because he's in a bloody wheelchair
[00:39]	<[Rut]Laure>	... I see. And what might be the terms and duration of this 'agreement'?
[00:40]	<[Atai]Millie>	Most of 'em were pricks anyhow.
[00:41]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"There are none. I am your leash. Until you hear otherwise that's how it is. Trust me when I say that I have no say in this whatsoever."
[00:41]	<[Crix]Ashra>	I supposed I didn't have anything else planed.
[00:41]	<[Atai]Millie>	You seem like a friendly sort, though. You stabbing us in the back now, or later?
[00:41]	* [Rut]Laure	is not smiling.
[00:42]	<[Atai]Millie>	Kinda hoping for now.
[00:42]	<[Rut]Laure>	... You have no say? This may have to be remedied.
[00:42]	* [Atai]Millie	snickers.
[00:42]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"None at all. But this does not have to be an unpleasant relationship. I'm not the stabbing sort, anyway. Just look at me."
[00:43]	* [Atai]Millie	looks at him.
[00:43]	<[Crix]Ashra>	With some oil we could probably change that.
[00:43]	* [Rut]Laure	chuckles. Hollow.
[00:43]	<[Rut]Laure>	I suppose not. Are there any other arrangements we should be aware of?
[00:43]	<[Atai]Millie>	...Ehh... for all I know you're faking it, or you've got some kind of spring-loaded dart gun in the handles.
[00:44]	* [Atai]Millie	scratches her chin in thought, and adds:
[00:44]	<[Atai]Millie>	Or both.
[00:44]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Jon grins. He lifts up the handles of his wheelchairs, to indeed reveal a pair of dart guns. But they are not loaded.
[00:45]	<[Crix]Ashra>	Ah, how rude Millie, pointing out concealed weapons.
[00:46]	* [Atai]Millie	grins back.
[00:47]	<[Atai]Millie>	Hmm.
[00:47]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Jon conceals his wares again
[00:47]	<[Atai]Millie>	You're my kind of bastard, Jon.
[00:47]	* [Atai]Millie	only now shakes his hand.
[00:47]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Millie: Jon shakes
[00:48]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"That's good. We're on the same side here. Really, we are."
[00:49]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"Before I move on...question? Suggestions? Violent objections?"
[00:50]	* [Rut]Laure	says nothing.
[00:50]	* [Crix]Ashra	looks over to NgMui as 'violent' is mentioned
[00:51]	* NgMui	doesn't look at anyone, and patiently waits.
[00:51]	<[Atai]Millie>	Nah, just curious. So, scaling down ...how?
[00:52]	<[Atai]Millie>	Like, local politics? 'cause it would sort of suck to go around killing mayors and councilmen or forcing them to vote one way or the other.
[00:52]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"Excellent. That's the next point."
[00:52]	<[Atai]Millie>	Kinda hoping we can at least stay national.
[00:54]	<[Crix]Ashra>	A nation is nothing without it's loyal citiziens.
[00:56]	<[Atai]Millie>	Sure, but sometimes they need to be loyal elsewhere. Like at the bottom of a harbor, if the need arises.
[00:56]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"Let me get something straight first, ladies. If I had it my way, I would be happy retiring in my country home without getting bothered by little schemes. But that's not how it works."
[00:56]	<[Atai]Millie>	Or in the Senate.
[00:56]	<[Atai]Millie>	...Me too.
[00:57]	* [Atai]Millie	reflects that she would first need a country home to retire to.
[00:58]	<[Rut]Laure>	How, then, -does- it work, Mr. Hamilton?
[00:58]	* [Rut]Laure	is losing patience, though she would not in 1000 years show it.
[00:59]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"The way it works is that I am now your handler. You now work for me. No more, no less. There are much better positions to be had--from what people tell you, every other position is better if had--but you're stuck with me."
[01:00]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"The idea is that you'll do what I say, and I'll keep you out of trouble. Ridiculous, I know. But someone thought it was a good idea at the time, and I was not in the position to argue."
[01:00]	* [Atai]Millie	was kind of getting that sort of vibe from what was being said.
[01:01]	* [Crix]Ashra	doesn't want to be a sex slave ;__;
[01:02]	<[Crix]Ashra>	Just what kind of things will you have us do?
[01:02]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"Hmmm."
[01:02]	<[Atai]Millie>	As long as it doesn't involve bedding us or hard labor, I'm fine.
[01:02]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"Do the groceries. Perhaps make lunch. Oh, and clean out the basement, it's filthy."
[01:03]	<[Atai]Millie>	...
[01:03]	<[Crix]Ashra>	w-what
[01:03]	<[Atai]Millie>	You weren't kidding about the scaling down, were you?
[01:03]	* [Atai]Millie	laughs.
[01:04]	* [Crix]Ashra	frowns. She didn't leave home to be a MAID!
[01:04]	<[Atai]Millie>	We really pissed folks off, didn't we?
[01:04]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"Now and again you might have to talk to interesting people and make them tell you interesting things And such. Otherwise, we live in the middle of nowhere, ladies. This is the kind of profile we're keeping."
[01:06]	<[Atai]Millie>	We still have real work, then...?
[01:06]	* [Atai]Millie	shrugs.
[01:06]	<[Atai]Millie>	Okay.
[01:07]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"Yearning, hard, dishonest labour, are we? I certainly can use the cash, so I can't rule out part time jobs."
[01:08]	<[Atai]Millie>	Eh. It's not the Foreign Legion, and it's not a Siberian mining camp. As far as exiles go, this isn't bad.
[01:08]	* [Rut]Laure	sighs. Perhaps it is not all bad. It isn't beyond what she had expected, and she could make use of the downtime.
[01:09]	<[Atai]Millie>	I mean, if the price to pay for not freezing to death or getting shanked by a raghead is dressing up and look pretty while I'm doing chores the other 6 days out of the week, I can't really argue.
[01:10]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"Maybe not 6 days. I mean, I really -do- need the money. But don't tell anyone."
[01:10]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Jon winks
[01:10]	* [Atai]Millie	grins.
[01:10]	<[Atai]Millie>	I'd ask where to sign up, but you already covered the not-your-choice bit.
[01:11]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"I am allowed, of course, to give you the option of walking out the door right now, but I can't vouch for what may or may not happen should you do so."
[01:12]	<[Crix]Ashra>	I could go home, but I wanted to experience more first.
[01:13]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"Not even you, Ashra, I'm afraid. There was a deal and then...well, let's not get into that."
[01:13]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Jon clears his throat
[01:14]	* [Crix]Ashra	feels very small, like she is the one in a wheelchair.
[01:14]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"Enough of what you will be doing for me. Onto what I can do for you. Happens to be quite a bit, though that might sound rich coming from a punk in a wheelchair."
[01:14]	<[Rut]Laure>	Mm... the idea of a vacation does appeal to me. Not that I plan to ignore any duties you might assign to me, Mr. Hamilton. Thank you for having us.
[01:15]	* [Rut]Laure	gives a polite skirtless curtsey.
[01:16]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"Please, -Mr- Hamilton was my father. Ok, that's a lie, but we can afford some more solidarity."
[01:17]	<[Atai]Millie>	And do we have to dress up and look pretty while doing work around here?
[01:17]	* [Atai]Millie	raises this question after some thought.
[01:17]	<[Crix]Ashra>	Do you have something in purple?
[01:17]	* [Rut]Laure	chortles, this time sounding somewhat more sincere.
[01:17]	<[Crix]Ashra>	Maybe a bit darker then my hair.
[01:18]	<[Rut]Laure>	Oh my, Miss Millie, you seem to be looking forward to this.
[01:18]	<[Crix]Ashra>	Millie seems the type to like leather.
[01:19]	<[Atai]Millie>	Nah, just being practical. I know I'd demand that from each of you.
[01:19]	<[Atai]Millie>	...Were I in his place, anyway.
[01:19]	* [Atai]Millie	points a thumb to Jon.
[01:19]	<[Crix]Ashra>	W-what are you implying?
[01:19]	<[Rut]Laure>	Ohh~ Would you? I was not aware you were like that, Miss...
[01:20]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"Ah yes, one of things I -can- do for you is supply you. Disguises, gear, transport, whatever. I'm a can do man."
[01:20]	<[Atai]Millie>	"Like that"? Like what? Able to empathize?
[01:21]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"I also support on the field. Not personally, but I'm sure I know a guy who knows a guy."
[01:22]	<[Atai]Millie>	Hmm.
[01:23]	<[Rut]Laure>	Ahaha, touché, Miss Millie! And your offered support is appreciated, Jonathan.
[01:24]	<[Atai]Millie>	Sounds reasonable enough.
[01:24]	* [Rut]Laure	doesn't seem bothered by the barb at all.
[01:25]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Jon looks at the motley crew he has now assembled with a slightly truobled expression.
[01:27]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"I'll leave you ladies alone then, unless you have any questions? I'll be down below; make yourself at home."
[01:27]	* [Rut]Laure	shakes her head.
[01:27]	<[Crix]Ashra>	Do we have new clothes, and rooms? Oh and I'm hungry.
[01:28]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"Oh, there's plenty of rooms, just pick one out for yourself."
[01:28]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Jon doesn't look like he really wants to bother with these things, and starts wheeling away
[01:28]	<[Atai]Millie>	Should we get to work now, or do we have the day off?
[01:28]	* NgMui	leaves as well, to the bath room, or wherever she may wash.
[01:29]	<[Crix]Ashra>	Let's go pick out rooms millie!
[01:31]	<[Atai]Millie>	...Okay.
[01:32]	<[Crix]Ashra>	Let's find one on the second floor! So you can accidently fall out of window.
[01:32]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"Do whatever. Get some rest."
[01:32]	* NomDeNarrateur	waves as he leaves
[01:33]	* [Rut]Laure	isn't there anymore. A door closing can be heard somewhere upstairs.
[01:34]	<[Atai]Millie>	'Night.
[01:34]	* [Atai]Millie	waves to the departing figure.
[01:34]	* [Atai]Millie	turns to Ashra.
[01:34]	<[Atai]Millie>	...I don't like your room criteria.
[01:35]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"Oh, Mui?"
[01:35]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Jon turns around for a spell before he disappears through a door
[01:36]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"Try and get along, OK?"
[01:36]	<[Crix]Ashra>	Why not, it's always warmer on the second floor, and there is a better view.
[01:37]	* [Atai]Millie	was going to choose a second-floor room anyway, but shrugs.
[01:37]	<[Atai]Millie>	Whatever.
[01:37]	<[Atai]Millie>	I'm not sleeping with you, though.
[01:38]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"That's right. If anyone of them need anything, show them around, OK? It's about time you worked on your friendly face."
[01:39]	<[Crix]Ashra>	Ugh, I never suggested such I thing.
[01:39]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Jon isn't sure if Mui heard him, but wheels of anyway
[01:39]	* [Atai]Millie	shrugs again.
[01:39]	<[Atai]Millie>	Just covering the bases.
[01:42]	* NgMui	, after washing off the blood, sweat, and foliage(damnedable bush), goes to find the master.
[01:44]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Ng Mui: The master is downstairs (which may be accessed either via stairs, an access ramp, or an elevator)
[01:44]	* NgMui	goes downstairs.
[01:44]	* [Crix]Ashra	finds a room with a window looking out towards the back of the manor, she also sees that inside the room there are _____
[01:45]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Ng Mui: there's not much downstairs, really. Most of it has been reserved for the master's private gaming room, where he likes to spend most of his time
[01:46]	* NgMui	looks for the master, not his private gaming room.
[01:47]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Ng Mui: The master is in the game room, you twit
[01:48]	<[Crix]Ashra>	[WHAT'S IN THE ROOM NOM]
[01:48]	<NomDeNarrateur>	[I ONLY HAVE ON KEYBOARD]
[01:48]	<[Atai]Millie>	[I HAVE TWELVE]
[01:48]	<NgMui>	[I DIDN'T ASK FOR A ROOM, JUST A MASTER]
[01:48]	<NomDeNarrateur>	[WRITE THIS DESCRIPTION THEN]
[01:48]	<NgMui>	[WHY ARE YOU FORCING YOUR ROOMS UPON ME, NOM]
[01:49]	* NgMui	finds the master in some room downstairs
[01:49]	<NomDeNarrateur>	[YOU'LL TAKE YOUR ROOMS AND YOU WILL LIKE IT]
[01:49]	<NgMui>	Master.
[01:50]	* [Crix]Ashra	Finds barrels of money in her room, unbelieving, she blinks and rubs her eyes, and the barrels form into a large bureau.
[01:52]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Ahsra: all the rooms are spacious and tidy; it's evident that most of them have not been used for some time. That's not to say they are unfurnished; every one has a queen-sized bed, a wardrobe of clothes, and useful bits of furniture. It may be that Jon's house once freqeuently entertained guests...or 'guests'. In any case, there is one which overlooks the garden, though it is pretty much a...
[01:52]	<NomDeNarrateur>	...carbon copy of the rest .
[01:52]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Ashra: the room explodes, and you die
[01:53]	<NomDeNarrateur>	But you get better
[01:53]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Ng Mui: the master is sitting at a blackjack table, messing about with cards
[01:54]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"Care to join me, Mui? It's no fun by myself."
[01:54]	* NgMui	seats herself locally, crossing her arms and legs.
[01:54]	<NgMui>	I'm sorry. I don't know how to play.
[01:55]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Jon deals you in anyway
[01:55]	<NgMui>	I've come to ask you something. Could you quit calling me "Ng Mui"?
[01:56]	* [Crix]Ashra	looks out into the hallway to see if Millie followed her.
[01:56]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"It's pretty simple. Each of these cards represent a value, ranging from 1 to 11--oh."
[01:57]	<NgMui>	It's of no offense, of course, but I would prefer it if that name wasn't heard anymore.
[01:58]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"You're not at the age where you should get disatisfied with your own, you know."
[01:58]	* [Atai]Millie	is looking at the room 2 rooms away. It seems nice and boring.
[01:59]	<[Atai]Millie>	I like this one.
[01:59]	<NgMui>	It's not mine anymore.
[01:59]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Mishra: It's actually kinda uncanny, how each room is arranged exactly like each other.
[01:59]	<NgMui>	And it's a bit archaic, anyway.
[01:59]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Jon sighs
[02:00]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"Very well. I shall no longer use your name, mindslave."
[02:00]	<[Crix]Ashra>	Oh, I wonder what the room is inbetween ours is.
[02:00]	* [Crix]Ashra	looks into the other room
[02:01]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Ashra: Lo and behold, it is just like yours
[02:01]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"...Ok, that's not wasn't very funny."
[02:01]	<NgMui>	?
[02:02]	* NgMui	didn't get the joke.
[02:02]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"Never mind, forget it. So, did you just want to dehumanise yourself, or do you keep some other name around for spares?"
[02:03]	<NgMui>	Hmm. Do you have a favorite name?
[02:03]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Jon replies immediately
[02:04]	* [Crix]Ashra	tosses her sheathed rapier onto her bed and goes back downstairs to search for a kitchen before heading to bed.
[02:05]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"Mary Susan"
[02:05]	<NgMui>	"Mary Susan"?
[02:07]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Ashra: the kitchen also looks unused, which makes it a mystery what Jon actually eats around here. It's fully stocked though, and the food in the pantry nearby looks fresh.
[02:08]	<NgMui>	Is that your daughter's name or something? I was unaware you had a child.
[02:08]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"Lilly Sweetheart."
[02:09]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"Susy Goodness."
[02:10]	* NgMui	sighs.
[02:10]	<MarySue>	I suppose I'll go with "Mary Susan" then.
[02:10]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Jon makes a picture frame with his fingers
[02:11]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"...No, please don't. It was a joke."
[02:11]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Jon physically convulses hearing Mui call herself that
[02:11]	* MarySue	smiles.
[02:11]	<MarySue>	What's wrong with Mary?
[02:12]	<MarySue>	Not many English words sound nice, but this one does to me... rings just like a bell.
[02:12]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"it's totally, totally wrong. Do not say it ever again."
[02:12]	<MarySue>	Heh.
[02:12]	<MarySue>	Suzie Goodness, then?
[02:12]	* [Crix]Ashra	makes finds some sliced meat and makes 2 sandwiches with mustard. She has a plate in each hand and goes back upstairs to give Millie one.
[02:13]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"Argh! Stop!"
[02:15]	<SuzieQ>	Fine, fine. How about "Wu Mei"? It means the same thing, but it's far more popular. There's literally millions of chinese women with that name.
[02:16]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"Better. That's better."
[02:16]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Jon breathes again
[02:16]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"...Wait, what does that mean?"
[02:18]	<WuMei>	"Wu" is the name of a Chinese kingdom from a very long time ago. "Ng" was the same, just in a different language.
[02:19]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"Oh. Well. That's good. Wu Mei it is then. Did you want a passport to go with that?"
[02:20]	<WuMei>	We have passports, now?
[02:20]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"You could. We're flexible like that."
[02:22]	* WuMei	shrugs.
[02:22]	<WuMei>	If you think I'll need one.
[02:23]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"Everyone needs one. Or ten. Anyway, was that all you wanted to ask?"
[02:24]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Jon deals himself another card
[02:24]	<WuMei>	That's all that comes to mind, yes. Is there anything I can do for you?
[02:25]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"Dress up in revealing uniform and flirt with Millie."
[02:26]	<WuMei>	You want me in something revealing?
[02:26]	* WuMei	rolls her sleeve up to remind him of the burns covering her body.
[02:27]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"Also, speak in an Ukrainian accent.and call Ashra'sweet'ums'"
[02:28]	<WuMei>	I don't know how to speak in Ukrainian, and I don't know how to flirt. And... What's "sweet'ums"?
[02:28]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Jon sighs
[02:28]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Ashra: you find Millie agian with no problems
[02:29]	* [Atai]Millie	is in her room, searching for traps.
[02:29]	<[Crix]Ashra>	Oh, I made this for you Millie since I haven't seen you eat anything all night either.
[02:29]	<Andel>	...
[02:29]	<Andel>	!
[02:30]	<Andel>	[sorry]
[02:30]	<NomDeNarrateur>	[Not Like I'm taking this very seriously either]
[02:30]	<WuMei>	[it's not an excuse]
[02:31]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"Nevermind, nevermind. Go and...socialise a bit. You can't do well in this business if your only facial expression scares young children."
[02:32]	<WuMei>	There's no young children here.
[02:32]	<WuMei>	Only very old ones.
[02:32]	* [Atai]Millie	looks out from underneath the bed.
[02:32]	<[Crix]Ashra>	Looking for loose change?
[02:32]	<[Atai]Millie>	Oh. Thanks.
[02:32]	* WuMei	leaves, at that remark.
[02:33]	<NomDeNarrateur>	"Oh, just laugh already."
[02:33]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Jon deals another card, and promptly busts
[02:33]	<[Atai]Millie>	Among other things.
[02:34]	<[Crix]Ashra>	The best place to look for lost trinkets is under seat cushions.
[02:35]	<[Atai]Millie>	I'm keeping an eye out for mancatchers and punji sticks.
[02:35]	* [Crix]Ashra	places the plate down on a small table
[02:35]	<[Crix]Ashra>	What's a punji stick?
[02:36]	<NomDeNarrateur>	Millie: you haven't found anything. But of course, that just makes it more suspicious
[02:37]	<[Crix]Ashra>	I don't know why you are bothering looking for hidden things anyway, if someone wanted you dead there is a perfectly good ninja already in the house.
[02:37]	* [Atai]Millie	goes back under the bed, and her voice filters out from underneath.
[02:38]	<[Atai]Millie>	You dig a pit, and fill it with sharpened sticks
[02:38]	<[Atai]Millie>	Bamboo, if you have it...
[02:38]	<[Atai]Millie>	smear shit on the sticks, and cover up the pit.
[02:38]	<[Atai]Millie>	at best, your enemy dies instantly.
[02:39]	<[Atai]Millie>	at worst, he's horribly wounded, and, thanks to the shit, the wound is infected.
[02:39]	<[Crix]Ashra>	How barbaric.
[02:39]	* [Atai]Millie	crawls out from underneath.
[02:40]	<[Atai]Millie>	Well, if you're a jungle savage who doesn't appreciate an honest white man, then you start making them.
[02:40]	<[Atai]Millie>	Nasty things.
[02:41]	<[Crix]Ashra>	So you lived a jungle previously?
[02:42]	<[Atai]Millie>	Nope.
[02:43]	* [Atai]Millie	reaches back under and pulls out the dish, and starts to eat.
[02:43]	<[Atai]Millie>	Muh teefur dih, voh.
[02:44]	* [Crix]Ashra	starts to eat her sandwhich, but doesn't talk with her mouth full. "Oh, what sort of teacher?"
[02:45]	<[Atai]Millie>	Kahn 'at teeshis
[02:45]	* [Atai]Millie	takes another bite.
[02:46]	<[Atai]Millie>	'Ev're good. You mayg'm?
[02:47]	<[Crix]Ashra>	Yes, I did make them, we are the maids around here after all.
[02:49]	<[Atai]Millie>	Hmm.
[02:49]	* [Atai]Millie	imagines herself in a maid outfit.
[02:49]	* [Atai]Millie	snickers.
[02:50]	* [Atai]Millie	imagines flaunting her body while in a maid uniform.
[02:50]	* [Atai]Millie	has to cover her mouth to keep from spraying food as she laughs.
[02:52]	<[Crix]Ashra>	Please don't choke now.
[02:52]	* [Atai]Millie	swallows before giggling again.
[02:52]	* [Atai]Millie	seriouses up in a hurry.
[02:53]	<[Atai]Millie>	I'm fine.
[02:53]	* [Atai]Millie	takes another bite.
[02:53]	<[Crix]Ashra>	I'm not too sure, you seemed to have something interesting on your mind.
[02:55]	<[Atai]Millie>	Nuh-in, 'm fahn
[02:57]	* [Crix]Ashra	starts eating her sandwhich again, "Uu ownt ownd eyek eht"
[02:58]	* [Atai]Millie	finishes the last few bites, and brushes off her hands.
[02:59]	<[Atai]Millie>	I'm dandy. Don't you worry.
[03:11]	<[Crix]Ashra>	Anyway I guess I'll go clean myself off then go to bed, goodnight.
[03:11]	<[Atai]Millie>	'night.
[03:12]	<[Atai]Millie>	Thanks, too.