12:15 <banana> Two heads can be better than one, when each of those heads has half the knowledge they need to regain access to military-grade anti-ENE equipment. 12:16 <banana> Thanks to idle discussions over time, Bob Goreman and Rolf Hughes realise they have pieces to put together. Where are they going to meet up to do it? 12:17 <tom> Bob will just hang out at the Greybox and wait for Rolf to make an appearance. 12:19 <tom> He still has a lot of work to do, even if Badawi's suppliers have saved him from having to hand load any more god damn twenty-two ammo. 12:19 <hrolf> It’s a bit of a chilly, windy day in Manchester. Rolf struggles to close the door behind him with the wind pushing it in; after some effort he does so, cheeks red and huffing. Undoing his scarf, he walks into the common room and nods at Bob. “'allo then leftenant Goreman, you ready for a jaunt today, hey?” 12:20 <tom> He doesn't correct the guy. "...Where to?" He's just at his workstation, polishing up a lens for some optical sight. 12:20 <banana> Bob's learned.. a lot of things recently, but among them is this: Rolf's ghost paint and other etheric gear works on the same system as his. It's deactivating soon without an RFID signal.. but if they had access to a programmer, he could copy his own chip. And if they had access to more of the gear, Bob could use it too. 12:21 <banana> Rolf's come to the same basic realisation, that Task Force VALKYRIE gear is an Americanised version of the British monster-fighting gear. It's all black metal and stickers of Japanese women, but uses the same logistics base. 12:21 <banana> Rolf might be a little distracted by the letter he picked up on the way over, though. 12:22 <hrolf> "Bang spot in the city centre mate, down near all the other guvment offices. Should be a short drive. Question is what we do when we get there though." 12:22 <tom> "Oh, shit, you're talking like you've got an Advanced Armory down here." 12:23 <hrolf> "'ang on a mo' though." He reaches into his coa and pulls out an envelope. Anything on the outside? 12:23 <tom> Bob adjusts his sunglasses, thinks hard for a moment. 12:25 <tom> He'll rap his knuckles on the work surface, upsetting a small amount of chalky dust. "I don't think there's any way an American can just walk into one of your Human Office armories and get access..." 12:25 <banana> The only thing on the outside is Rolf's address (front) and the sender's return mail (back). 12:25 <banana> Mr HUGHES, the letter reads: 12:25 <banana> You are the worst cunt I've ever paid to obtain the basic right to live. What the Hell are you babbling about. 12:25 <banana> I don't have a brother. I don't know why I put up with you for so long either. Those two months were the first time I've felt really free and I Cherish them. 12:25 <banana> I know where you live now. You're not at the top of my list but you should watch your God damn back. 12:25 <banana> Liam Penberthy 12:28 <banana> The good news is, there is an armoury down here. That much Rolf knows for sure, and it's not even the only one in the North. H.O. used to do a lot more ops in the good old days. But as Bob says, the approach will take some work. 12:29 <hrolf> Rolf reads the letter and flushes red(er) in anger. “Do a cunt a favour and this is what you get…’ere, what you think of this?” He slides the letter across a table to Bob. “Some fahcker that looks like this ‘orrible piece of trash comes to me apartment one night, says he’s lookin for his twin brother, threatens me, blows up part of my bedroom and then legs it. I made the mistake of warnin’ the bastard and 12:29 <hrolf> this is what I get.” 12:29 <tom> "I mean what'm I gonna say," he adopts an even stupider voice: "Hey uh, I'm like, a Spectre now, gimme the Tech." 12:31 <tom> Bob takes this all in with an even expression. 12:32 <tom> "None of that makes any god damn sense so I'm liable to believe you." 12:32 <tom> Does England have its own version of Florida? Is this it? 12:33 <banana> No, the Fens are over east, around Grimsby. 12:34 <hrolf> Rolf settles into a chair without taking his coat off. No point since they’ll probably be off soon anyway. “Ah well, not like I’m afraid of this little rat. Anyway…wif the ‘uman office. I reckon if you can act Yank enough, that might actually give us an edge…do you ‘ave anything that could make them thing you’re an Official Military Yank ‘ere on official military business, like.” 12:34 <tom> "He blew up part of your bedroom? Like, with a.." he mimes tossing a grenade. 12:34 <tom> "Yeah, yeah, I can just... fuck it, like.." 12:34 <hrolf> "No mate, 'e pulled off some kind of magic. Looked like bloody faerie business." 12:34 <tom> "Joint training exercise." 12:35 <tom> Bob stops at that. 12:35 <tom> "Faerie..?" 12:35 <banana> Rolf's bedroom door doesn't open onto the otherworldly factory anymore, but it's worrying that it happened even once. 12:35 <hrolf> "Aye. You know. Boggarts, grumpkins, snarks, the lords an' ladies. That kind of thing." 12:36 <hrolf> "Fahckin leaves started growin' out of me bed!" 12:36 <tom> He'll take out his pack of cigarettes, but they're still in the Greybox, so nothing's doing. He's just tapping it on the table. 12:36 <tom> "What.... did you say... to this person?" 12:37 <hrolf> "I told him to fuck off. An' if he wanted to talk to me, make a bloody appointment instead of comin to me house in the middle of the bloody night makin bloody threats. 'e didn't take it well." 12:37 <tom> "I bet," Bob snorts. 12:38 <tom> "Do you want me to like..." he weaves his head back and forth on his shoulders, like he's weighing advice from angels on each. 12:38 <tom> "...Talk to my elves about this?" 12:38 <hrolf> "Yer what?' 12:39 <tom> "It's why I'm after these Cabal guys, yeah, they picked her up on a trip to Boston." 12:39 <tom> "Sidhe, right?" 12:40 <hrolf> Rolf is getting more confused by the minute. "Picked who up? Wot's a sidhe?" 12:40 <tom> "You're the Englander bro! I barely understand this shit. You know, I was making that necklace for her..?" 12:41 <hrolf> "Your bird's an elf?" 12:41 <tom> "In the technical sense." 12:41 <tom> "I have seen so much wild shit dude. Your brain would explode." 12:42 <tom> He exhales long and slow. 12:42 <hrolf> Rolf gives Bob a wary look. "I 'aven't experienced it meself, but the 'uman office sent operatives into the 'edge. They came back in parts. Mate...they eat people!" 12:42 <tom> "What, you think I'm here just 'cus the money's good?" 12:42 <tom> "Yeah dude, why do you think I'm losin' my shit over here?" 12:43 <tom> "You're the one saying you called one a f- you know." 12:44 <tom> Bob's not actually apparently losing his shit, but he is shaking his head. 12:44 <hrolf> "I can 'andle meself, but I ain't shaggin one o them. You trust her?" 12:44 <banana> This probably qualifies as bants. 12:44 <tom> "More than I trust me." 12:44 <tom> "More than I trust you." 12:44 <tom> "No offense." 12:45 <tom> He scratches his nose. "What's this prick's name? Maybe I can head him off before he turns you into a frog." 12:45 <hrolf> "Scumsucker goes by Liam Penberty." 12:46 <banana> They both do. Seems like tax evasion. 12:47 <tom> "Then I'll ask around for a Liam, hopefully this is just some..." he sighs, settling into a kind of resigned slouch. "Fucked up misunderstanding." 12:47 <tom> "You want him to pay for your door I bet?" 12:47 <hrolf> "An' two months back rent!" 12:47 <hrolf> "In addition to late payment fees, of course." 12:48 <tom> "I'll cover the door outta my pay from the last job, can't be too much, if you promise not to start a war with the elves while we figure this shit out?" 12:48 <hrolf> He makes a quick calculation. "Total would come up to, uh...5000 pounds." 12:48 <tom> "We just got paid like two hundred thousand pounds." 12:48 <hrolf> "It's the principle of the thing mate. Once you let these tenants get the better of you, don't know where it's gonna stop. It's the thin end of the wedge." 12:49 <tom> "Oh," he gets it. "You're a landlord?" 12:49 <tom> "Shit dude, why are you doing this if you have a steady income stream?" 12:49 <tom> He regrets asking almost instantly. 12:50 <hrolf> "'s right. I also own equity in a nightclub back in London." Rolf processes the question. "Put it this way, mate. You heard of pensions?" 12:50 <tom> "Vaguely," Bob answers, truthfully. 12:50 <hrolf> "Yeah, I don't 'ave one of those. And range rovers and vacays down to Ibiza don't pay for themselves." 12:51 <tom> "Oh yeah, I bet." 12:51 <tom> "Hhhhhhhhhh." He exhales. 12:51 <tom> "Well, if you're willing to hold your fire the next time you see Liam, maybe I can get some answers for you...?" 12:51 <hrolf> "Plus the more money I make, the more prop'ties i can buy an' put on rent. Spend money to make money, as they say." 12:52 <hrolf> "Yeah, sure? I wasn't plannin' to go looking for the bastard. But if he jumps me first, well. Who's to say what could happen in a scrum, eh?" 12:52 <tom> "Yeah it was a bad idea for him to talk to you," he answers. 12:54 <hrolf> "Aye...well it's a bad idea to get mixed up with that faerie lot like you have, too." He grins. "Well, at least you're not mixed up with vampires, yeah?" 12:54 <tom> His voice cracks. "YeAH." 12:54 <tom> He claps his hands. "Speaking of, we need to get that armory access." 12:55 <hrolf> "Oh right, that...well as I was saying. Do you have any way to look official, like?" 12:55 <tom> "Shit, I still have my old uniform." 12:56 <banana> The Human Office installation in Manchester is somewhere on Albert Square. There are plenty of government buildings about and a lot of people in one uniform or another.. couldn't hurt to blend in. 12:57 <hrolf> "Documents? ID? Maybe that RFID fing can help..?" 12:57 <tom> Bob will ask for Rolf to give him a minute to duck out to the flat- he will not be telling him where that is. After a short round trip, he's back at the Greybox in creased fatigues. 12:59 <hrolf> Rolf appraises his getup, looking him up and down. "Well...that'll do, I s'pose. Leftenant Goreman, reporting for duty." 12:59 <tom> He's got his cap under his arm as he smokes under the awning. 13:00 <tom> "Call me Corporal Goreman," he stomps out the stub and readies himself for the interior of Rolf's Range Rover. 13:00 <banana> As promised, the drive is short. Actually it might have been quicker to walk than to find parking. 13:00 <hrolf> Rolf starts the engine and rolls up the windows. "All right mate, 'op in. Let's do this sharpish." 13:00 <tom> "Operation F.O.R.T., Snake River Liason for Joint Exercise Saber-Emerald or something stupid like that." 13:01 <tom> "Do your guys love dumb code names as much awe do...?" 13:01 <hrolf> "No." 13:01 <tom> "Good." 13:01 <banana> Albert Square is.. very English. In a different way to Eccles. There's not much walkable space, because most of it is taken up with statues, monuments and what look like gaslamps. 13:01 <banana> The whole thing is surrounded by neo-gothic architecture, buildings just a few stories tall but encrusted with iron and filigrees. 13:02 <hrolf> "Tell you the truf...'uman office's a bit run down these days. Mostly civvies doing bureaucratic stuff. And they get Poles and 'ungarins in to do the dirty work. All contractors, no real military see?" 13:02 <tom> "Don't worry, we're headed that way." 13:02 <tom> He double-checks his nonexistent sidearm. 13:03 <tom> "Cheiron boys are giving us a real run for our money these days." 13:03 <banana> Tucked away between two red brick government offices is a smaller one in yellow stone, with a little concrete dome-and-cross atop it. Curiously, part of the Human Office building is cut off by police tape - a corner of the structure looks damaged as if by a wrecking ball. 13:03 <hrolf> "Now, i'm a contractor meself. But at least I've pledged loyalty to the queen. Some of these other buggers...who know where their loyalties lie, yeah?" 13:04 <hrolf> Rolf nearly drives past the place, innocouous as it is. He notices it at the last second, and slams on the brakes. The rover comes to a screeching halt, and the inhabitants are thron forward a bit. 13:04 <tom> He gulps. "Feel felt." 13:06 <tom> Bob puts on his old cap, instantly feels a billion years old as he slides out of the too-tall vehicle onto the pavement. 13:06 <hrolf> "Sorry about that...weeell, we're here. I 'aven't been to the manchester branch meself, so..." He surveys the place. "Looks like somethin' appened 'ere." Anything that gives any clues as to what may have caused the destruction? 13:07 <banana> The office isn't shut down, fortunately; the main doors (modern retrofitted sliding glass) are operating, and there's light from the waiting room inside. 13:08 <tom> "Looks like someone had a car accident or whatever." 13:08 <hrolf> "Looks a bit like when Rangers fans went ape after the UEFA cup..." 13:09 <tom> Corporal Goreman lets Rolf take point. He's the contact, after all. 13:09 <hrolf> "Well, lets 'op to it then. Now ordinarily I'd say let me do the talking, but the 'uman office lot fahckin LOVE yanks. Suck up to em and the like. And you look pretty official." 13:09 <tom> "Cool. We'll play it loose, then." 13:09 <tom> "We're all friends here, yeah?" 13:11 <hrolf> "Let's hope they think so." Rolf climbs down from the car and locks it behind him. He walks up to the building, with Bob following. What do they see? Any guards? Can they walk into the reception? 13:11 <banana> The inside has rows of seats, a counter with green felt, young men and women behind grilles.. a ticket machine... to Bob, DMV vibes. The protective grill is cold iron, though, and you feel an odd buzzing in your teeth when you walk through the door. 13:12 <banana> Rolf knows the procedure: go up to the counter, do *not* take a ticket to wait for anything, notify the bureaucrats of your serial number and head down the hallway marked with a beige stripe on the carpet. 13:12 <tom> The Human Office people see Bob behind their man, in U.S. Army fatigues and matching cap shadowing his sunglasses and plastic grin. 13:14 <banana> Already waiting in the pew-like rows is a family in some sort of traditional dress and a couple of suited men and women sitting as far apart from each other as they can, clutching tickets. 13:15 <hrolf> Rolf follows standard procedure. Whistling god save the queen, he walks down the appropriate hallway and towards whatever waits, looking as inconspicuous as a hard bitten thug with multiple scars can. 13:15 <hrolf> If there's any signs indicating mask requirements, Rolf is ignoring them. 13:16 <tom> Bob seems to be in deep thought as he follows Rolf. The wrought iron is a sensible choice. Was that a scanner? 13:16 <tom> "What are the people with tickets waiting for?" He'll ask Rolf. 13:17 <banana> Bob works it out as he follows.. that buzz. He's experienced it, and seen the science behind it - it's a Howard Hunt Cage. The building walls contain a mesh of engineered materials according to highly specific geometric principles which make the whole thing resistant to, scientifically speaking, magic. 13:17 <hrolf> "Families, civvies 'o've had some kind of brush with the supernatural. Lookin for justice or explanations, that kind of fing. Guvment usually gives them the runaround till they give up." 13:18 <tom> Fascinating. Maybe we can get a working replica sometime. 13:19 <tom> "Figures." 13:20 <banana> You take the marked passages somewhere into the back of the building, ignoring offices and a point where the blue stripe diverges from the beige stripe. The real security measures start back here: Rolf's expecting a decontam chamber and a manned checkin. 13:20 <tom> Oh hell yeah, are they gonna give us the slow laser? 13:20 <banana> There's an embossed sign above the door where the stripe ends - [ ETHERIC WASH. Remove all interdimensional substances from clothing or bowels before entering. ] 13:21 <tom> Bob pulls himself out of his unconscious slouch under the glare of Drill Instructors of Christmas Past. 13:21 <banana> On the other side of the hallway is a unisex toilet block. They're serious about the bowels. 13:21 <hrolf> "Yeah. Some of em don't know when to give up though. Part of me job - back when I still had hours - was to pay the daft ones a special visit, like, and explain that it'd be in their own good interests to let it drop. There was this one lad whose brother had died, and then the brother had turned up again, but stitched together wif someone else's arms an torso- ah, here we are." 13:22 <tom> Bob probably pissed out the tea ages ago now. He's not afraid of no scanner. 13:22 <tom> "Fucked up." 13:22 <hrolf> "Not got any special items on you at the mo, 'ave you?" 13:23 <tom> "Nah, just my ODIN." 13:23 <banana> If you hadn't given Rolf's serial# at the front desk, there would be someone waiting outside these doors, but as-is the corridor is empty. 13:23 <tom> "Shouldn't be a problem." 13:23 <tom> "If nothing else, it'll show 'em I'm not fulla shit." 13:24 <hrolf> "All right. We walk in to this fing and then we wait a bit." He proceeds to do so. What does the etheric wash look like? 13:24 <tom> He gulps, remembering the sign. 13:25 <banana> You step through the wooden doors, which swing shut hydraulically, into a dark chamber with a mirror on one wall and nozzles on the ceiling. They emit something closer to gas than any other phase-state, but it does phase - right through you. Visible but intangible waves of white stuff roll down the room and into the floor, which is matted with absorbent material. 13:26 <tom> He nods knowingly at the mirror, smiles. 13:26 <banana> As you enter.. there's a sudden pressure on Bob's shoulder, then it's gone again. A quiet noise in his ear like a screech or shriek. The air ruffles his hair. 13:27 <banana> Then, nothing happens to either man and the decontamination process ends. 13:27 <hrolf> "They've been skimping on the equipment lately. They arsed one up in Leeds and melted a bunch of operatives in one go. Budget cuts, eh?" 13:27 <tom> Is that... normal? 13:27 <banana> Absolutely not. 13:27 <tom> Huhhhh. 13:27 <hrolf> "You alright, mate?" 13:27 <tom> Belatedly: "Did you say melted?" 13:28 <tom> "Even ours can't melt people." 13:28 <hrolf> "Yeah. By all accounts they died screaming." 13:28 <tom> "Ooo." 13:28 <banana> You wouldn't want to mistune the ghostbuster nozzles to, like, manbuster ratings. 13:28 <tom> Hey, is the door out of the chamber opening up? 13:28 <tom> Bob moves closer to the exit. 13:28 <banana> It is. The other side's far more modern, and more familiar to Bob than the rest of these offices. 13:28 <tom> He'll knock if it doesn't start opening soon. 13:28 <tom> Cool, let's move on from that room then. 13:30 <banana> Everything beyond this point looks like a military warehouse, and there's a soldier in a British Army uniform behind a desk on the other side. The entry area is cordoned off informally with packing crates, beyond which are stacks of shelving, holding cages, pallets.. it's only about half-full of gear. You hear voices off in another part of the storage area, too. 13:31 <hrolf> Rolf beadily eyes the man behind the desk. It's a small world in the UK supernatural hunting department - anyone he recognizes? 13:32 <tom> If there's anyone that looks like a higher-ranking Officer, Bob will give them a crisp salute. If not, he'll stand back and to the side of Rolf, cap in hand. 13:32 <banana> Nope. However, he's got a stock tag pinned to his uniform jacket with a name scrawled on it - not standard Army field posture, but you aren't in the field. This is visibly Lance Corporal Twose. 13:33 <banana> Twose: "This is a government facility... but you know that. Could I get your names and purposes?" 13:34 <hrolf> Rolf strides towards the desk, catching the man's eye on the way. As he approaches, he fishes a card out of his wallet and flashes it at him. "A.O. Hughes, 'uman office. I'll let our yank friend 'ere introduce himself." 13:35 <tom> Without missing a beat: "Corporal William Goreman, Operation Fort, Task Force: Valkyrie." He'll salute the Lance Corporal, with a little less enthusiasm than the man would probably like. 13:36 <banana> Twose: "Officer." As in Administrative Officer. Rolf isn't even slightly commissioned. "Corporal. Are you down from Menwith Hill?" 13:37 <tom> "Pretty neat grid you guys got set up here. That a H.H. Cage?" 13:37 <banana> Twose: "Yes... sir. I haven't heard anything about an interservice visit." 13:37 <tom> "Mhm," he'll nod, letting the brim of the cap fall over his eyes. 13:47 <hrolf> “Lance Corporal Goreman’s mission ‘ere is a bit sensitive. Workin through back channels, like. 's why they came through me - the subject of interest was involved in, uh. Some of the ‘uman office’s…special operations, ‘firty. Firty five years ago. Norn Ireland. You get my meaning?” 13:48 <tom> "Highly classified stuff, sir," Bob adds. 13:48 <tom> "My government wants to keep things nice and tight." 13:49 <hrolf> “Now the yanks ‘ave a bit of a problem in that not all of them share the same opinion of the…special operations, and their targets, as we do. They’ve got constituencies that ‘ave the opposite angle, so to speak. So there’s some political conditions that mean they ‘ave to keep it on the down low, on their end.” 13:52 <tom> "As far as the law goes, Task Force Valkyrie does not operate on British soil. Period. So we're in an awkward position, here." 13:54 <banana> Twose: "I was going to say, sir. There are rules... and you have to know 'em to know when to bend 'em." 13:55 <tom> He nods. The man's just doing due dilligence. 13:55 <tom> He fixes his cap. 13:55 <hrolf> "'s right." Rolf puts on a sad face. "You know, I've lost family to some of those bastards." 14:15 <tom> "Your people are experts on Keebler elves. I'm here to ascertain the necessary tools for the job. We use solid-ball wrought iron slugs, but I heard the H.O.'s got frangible hollow-tips in Seven-Six-Two NATO. Better penetrating power, tumbling wound channel, trickier to make without ruining the material properties of the C.I." Bob flicks a dustbunny off the Corporal's bars on his shoulder. 14:15 <tom> "Have you done any research on explosively-forged projectile C.I.? The vagaries of what is and isn't true cold iron aren't exactly scientific." 14:16 <banana> Twose is impressed. He has no idea what a Keebler is. In fact, he hasn't exactly got much field time on these kinds of ops, while Bob clearly has. 14:17 <banana> The quiet, half-stocked armoury seems to glitter, a prize almost in your reach. "Sounds like the beggars will have it coming to 'em. We might just have what you need, sir.. I'd better call in the quartermaster to see if we can get you credentialed." 14:19 <tom> "I'd appreciate that very much." Bob nods. 14:21 <hrolf> Rolf leans forward, holding on to the desk with white knuckles. "This mission's on a need to know basis. The yanks want as few people to know as possible. If it leaks out, they won't be happy...and heads will roll. Yours included." He leans forward some more. "So we'd appreciate some discretion here, yeah? Maybe the quartermaster doesn't need to be involved?" 14:21 <banana> It does take quite a bit of talking to impress the Lance Corporal with Bob's knowledge and needs, but it gets him most of the way there. He doesn't want to to take full responsibility.. which is when Rolf starts leaning on the man. Near-literally. 14:21 <tom> "I can be in and out of your hair before the Q.M. has to ever see me, yeah." 14:23 <banana> Twose argues for a bit but he just doesn't have the confidence to oppose the combat veteran who *knows* what he's seen, and what you can or can't afford to let slip. 14:23 <tom> POGs. 14:24 <tom> POGs. 14:24 <banana> While he doesn't necessarily like the fact that an American's getting access to the armoury... it's in a good cause. He's going to take Bob behind the counter and put him up against a wall. "For the camera, sir." 14:25 <tom> He'll do as he's told, gracious-like. 14:26 <tom> He'll pose for the camera, face-on, stony expression. 14:26 <banana> Twose can issue a armoury guest pass on his own authority, usually used for idiot field agents who've forgotten theirs. It'll take a few minutes to print, and then the shelves are yours. 14:27 <tom> The glasses have to come off for that, so he's got kinda an unfortunate squint in the photo. It'll bother him later. 14:27 <banana> Human Office procedure is the same as VALKYRIE in this respect. You sign gear *in* to sign new things out. Being recognised as a valid combat operative for the supernatural doesn't mean you get to just steal government shit. 14:28 <tom> Let's see if these guys have more firepower than a wizard who lives in a minefield. 14:29 <banana> Someday, someone will check these records. They may also note that Rolf Hughes is checking in despite not being assigned to active fieldwork. But there have been a lot of austerity measures recently. 14:29 <tom> This is nice, Bob thinks. Much more informal. He doesn't really 'get' that this is actually a catastrophe. 14:31 <tom> First thing's first, let's see the biggest, meanest thing they got. That's the true test of any real Advanced Armory. 14:34 <banana> Bob's going to be heartened to see a Mjolnir. They even call it a Mjolnir Cannon, and the system looks pretty much imported. There are some British equivalent of VDSBs, which don't work, but the centrepiece of this particular armoury is actually a display cabinet containing three ancient-looking Japanese swords. 14:35 <tom> Oh, dope. Any writing or anything indicating what they might be? 14:35 <banana> Five swords, really - two of them are a pair of a katana and a wakizashi. The other's just a single long blade. All of them have been modified with PVC and golden liquid bits around the grip, as well as an antenna at the bottom of the handle. 14:36 <tom> At Twose: "I'm disappointed by the lack of suitable anti-tank & MANPADS equipment but... this'll do." 14:36 <banana> Twose: "Anti-Egyptian tech, sir. The folding of the metal can pierce bandages or bone, and the liquid it infuses.. well, it interferes with the flow of whatever dark essence those things... essentiate." 14:37 <tom> "Eohhh, I see. These are what won the mummy wars." 14:37 <banana> "All I know is we refil them with a tincture involving cardamom." 14:37 <tom> "Ha. I've got you covered on that front." 14:37 <hrolf> "And mum's the word on us being here, yeah? Haha." 14:38 <banana> Twose, earnestly and illegally: "Corporal Goreman's my uncle." 14:38 <tom> Bob likes that.