WONK: the Chaos Reigns Players

[retrogirl1941]

Wait what?!? So theres two of you trying to what? Huh? Can someone explain this to me? So that was all a show? Did you know I was going to kiss you?!

Samantha

 

[Diamondback]

OK, which comes first? We gotta go deal with Sam--well, one of us does--and someone's gotta go secure Jerry...

How're we gonna do this? You know, that's the first time a girl's ever kissed me... Seriously, in almost thirty years, would you believe I've had almost no "life" whatsoever?

As for our "guest", you want the Taser, or shall I do the honors?

 

[retrogirl1941]

Samantha, I know I can't normally tell you what to do, but as long as you're on my airfield, I can give you a direct order so you don't get your arse blown off!

I wanna know who put you in charge? (look out over the airfield or whats left of it and starts to cry as I walk away) I will be in my room, if theres anything left of it!(runs down the hall)

Samantha

 

[Diamondback]

*walks out after Sam*

Sam, please stop and let me explain. Yes, there are two of me--"two lives in one mind", as I've been described, and the half you've gotten to know by far the more pleasant of the two. Usually, both of me work together though... actually, one of those blackouts was what got me dragged into this whole "Timecop" mess. Maybe I'll tell the story--what I've pieced together of it, anyway--someday...

I had no idea anything was going to happen, the last thing I remember before you kissing me is that I was fixing some spaghetti and a sense of hostiles approaching... if I'd known I was gonna be entertaining Jerry, don't you think I would've grabbed something better for anti-air use?

If you think Kilroy's a problem, I could pull rank for you a little... back home, just before I left on this one-way trip the President himself personally ordered me promoted to full-bird Colonel.

 

[retrogirl1941]

*walks out after Sam*

Sam, please stop and let me explain. Yes, there are two of me--"two lives in one mind", as I've been described, and the half you've gotten to know by far the more pleasant of the two. Usually, both of me work together though... actually, one of those blackouts was what got me dragged into this whole "Timecop" mess. Maybe I'll tell the story--what I've pieced together of it, anyway--someday...

I had no idea anything was going to happen, the last thing I remember before you kissing me is that I was fixing some spaghetti and a sense of hostiles approaching... if I'd known I was gonna be entertaining Jerry, don't you think I would've grabbed something better for anti-air use?

(looks at DB) I obviously don't know you very well then and (looks at kilroy) I just can't talk to you. I will be taking a cab out of here.(walks down hall)

Samantha

 

[KilroyCD]

DB, you may have the honours of dealing with Jerry. After all, you bagged him. Samantha! First, to answer your question, I am the CO of this Squadron, and yes, I am in charge here. If you have any questions, contact the Air Ministry! Oh damn, she probably didn't hear me! Samantha, come here!
*Fast forward to later that evening, at the bar in the "Swan and Farthing" pub just down the road, a very intoxicated Kilroy is bending the barman's ear*
Women! Ya can't live with 'em, and you can't live with 'em! *hic* I'll tell you Clive, they're nothing but trouble! I'll have another scotch, and make it a double!
Clive: Now now sir, haven't you had enough?

 

[retrogirl1941]

(in my room) Stupid men! Can't get anything right! Ah!(throwing clothes in suitcase) I can't beleive I fell for either one!(sitting down on bed and crys)

Samantha

 

[Diamondback]

*meanwhile, we see a .45 with an empty magazine, DB contemplating a strange futuristic bullet with his name engraved on it...*

Well, I've made a complete and total balls-up of this one--PFY's probably better suited to the cleanup than I am. Little fella, it may be time for you to do your job...

*loads bullet into magazine, chambers round and drops mag*

 

[retrogirl1941]

*meanwhile, we see a .45 with an empty magazine, DB contemplating a strange futuristic bullet with his name engraved on it...*

Well, I've made a complete and total balls-up of this one--PFY's probably better suited to the cleanup than I am. Little fella, it may be time for you to do your job...

*loads bullet into magazine, chambers round and drops mag*

(walks back down the hallway to ready room)DB, why do you want to do this? I know stuff is going badly but come on! Don't be stupid.

Samantha

 

[KilroyCD]

*Still at the Swan and Farthing Pub, still bending Clive's ear, still drunk as a skunk* Ya know, she's been treating me like a load of *hic* rubbish, Clive. I flew a dangerous mish....shun behind the lines to save her, got shot up...but still saved her arse. *hic* Jerry damn near blew my left knee a...part, and I'm still not cleared for flight duuuty yet. And this is the thanks I get? *hic* I'll have a...nother...clive, Scotchy. I mean scotch, Clivey. Clivey! Hehehe, why did I cal you Clivey? Maresy dotes and dozy dotes and little lamsey divey...*hic* It rhymes with Clivey! *hic*

 

[Diamondback]

[reluctant voice]Sam, you're right. PFY needs me a while longer... and if I know Kilroy, he's gonna need us both to bail him out of whatever he's getting himself into...

By the way, I think I owe you an introduction. Call me Bourne, Jason Bourne--obviously not my real name, but it's the closest thing to one I've got. *racks slide on .45, ejecting cartridge, then picks up bullet, pockets it and shoves full mag up the well*

 

[retrogirl1941]

I'm glad you choose wisley. But I can't say that I can trust oyu completley, it will come with time. I don;t think I will be here that long though. I am catching the midnight train to ..... welll.... I don't know where its going but I will be on it.I'm going to snap if I stay here much longer.

Samantha

 

[Diamondback]

No, you can't completely trust me--but I'd ask you to consider this: that little HIgh-Tech Viking Berserker act Bourne did earlier, shoving me aside and taking on some of the Luftwaffe's best with pistols? If I know him--and I think I do, since we share the same skull--he was trying to protect you when he did that...

 

[retrogirl1941]

No, you can't completely trust me--but I'd ask you to consider this: that little HIgh-Tech Viking Berserker act Bourne did earlier, shoving me aside and taking on some of the Luftwaffe's best with pistols? If I know him--and I think I do, since we share the same skull--he was trying to protect you when he did that...

Why would he want to protect me? I'm not worth anything to anyone.Do you have any idea where kilroy is? I know Iw as harsch with him but, I'm getting worried.

Samantha

 

[KilroyCD]

*Still at the pub*
Clive: Careful what you say, Squadron Leader, the walls may have ears.
I don't blood....dy well care. I don't *hic* care if they have...ears, eyes *hic* or a flaming tail!
Clive: Careful, Squadron Leader, careful. You know what they say, Keep mum!
But Clive *hic* why would she...turn her back...on me? I don't know....women...who can ever understand them?

 

[retrogirl1941]

Db, I think I know where kilroy went will you come with me to get him from the local pub? I don't know hwat kind of unsavory charecters I will meet there.(hailing a cab)

Samantha

 

[Diamondback]

Because I--both of me, that is--was literally bred for my protective instincts, Bourne's raw lethality being channeled as a means to fulfill those instincts.

Sam, I have an instinctive sense about people--and that sense tells me you have a good heart, and that alone makes you worth protecting, at least to me. Back in college, I was prepared to trade my life for that of a young lady I worked with for no more reason than that and the fact I had fallen for her...

As for Kilroy, I'll bet you an annuity worth a million dollars in fifty years he's down at the bar getting plastered.

*hops in cab with Samantha, taking front passenger's seat*

 

[KilroyCD]

*Still at pub, barely coherent by this time*
Clive, how *hic* about another Samantha... *hic* I mean scotch.
Clive: I don't know sir, you're barely standing as it is.
Dammit! *hic* I said I want *hic* another scotch! I gotta *hic* try to forget about...oh, what's *hic* her name?

 

[Diamondback]

*in the cab*

Sam, when we get out I'm gonna need your help with something. *passes an eyeglass case over seat*

My "eagles" are in that case, will you help me pin them on?

 

[retrogirl1941]

(Helps DB put on pins and then walks in pub and spots kilroy faling off the bar stool) Db, hes I awful shape! Why would he do something like this?

Samantha