-nother cup? Whoa, waitaminit... Jack blinked a few times, and set down his mug. "Uhm... I just had the strangest feeling that reality took a blink there." He said, in a slightly shaken tone of voice. He looked into his cup and found the contents dried as though many days old. "Does this sort of thing happen a lot around here?" He asked the room at large, knowing most of them have been 'toons much longer than he had. Karl --- Last time, on "The Big Date" Thursday, 25-Jan-01 00:28:24 200.34.48.19 writes: [...unWARP!!!] Good evening. ************* While Foxglove flew off to get the other Rangers, Dale noticed something. On one corner of the Coffeehouse, several doctors were tending to The J.A.M., who was lying on his stomach. Bunnie Rabbot was beside him, with a *very* worried look on her face. He ran over to them, and asked, "What happened?" "J.A.M. got shot by that Tremendously Evil Presence, Sugah!" "Odio----------los blasters------------------------GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR------------------" A doctor applied antiseptic here, "y odio--------------------que me suceda ESTO----------------------------!!!!!!" Dale was confused for a moment, since he didn't speak Spanish. "Hush, Sugah! There's nothin' more yew can dew now!" The Lagomorph put her paw (the real one) on his head, trying to silence the Panther's groaning. "I wish Foxy were here, she'd know what he's trying to say." [I hate blasters, I hate that this happens to me] *************** Until next time, remember: I AM THE J.A.M. Good evening. [WARP!!!] The J.A.M. --- Re: Last time, on "The Big Date" Aivars was slowly recovering from the results of his struggle and the blast that had freed him from TEP's influence. The all things he had done were crashing on him now... 'o gosh...' he whispered. Aivars --- Meowth suddenly realised that his arch-nemesis, The J.A.M., was diabled. He unsheathed his claws. . . . . . The J.A.M. --- A gentle tap on Meowth's shoulder... "Excuse me, but just what sort of cat are you?" The coldly polite question came from a tall, brown-gold North American cougar. Having just fought alongside his SouthAmerican counterpart, he felt some camaraderie for the J.A.M and no little suspicion for this bizarre almost-feline before him. As a matter of habit, one arm was tensed to swipe across the stranger's face at the slightest provocation. Claws unsheathed, but hidden behind his paw, he seemed perfectly relaxed. Hawnurra is not the sort to announce his actions before carrying them out. Karl --- Well, Latin American, actually [...unWARP!!!] Good evening. ************ "Cat?" asked Meowth, a bit startled, quickly retreating his claws. "Well, not much a 'cat', per se, more like a Pokémon Feline. I'm a Meowth." Hawnurra could smell the adrenaline, hence fear, pouring out of the Pokémon. Meowth, meanwhile, was in a tight spot. He hadn't even considered The J.A.M.'s other friends. He hadn't thought on how he was going to get past Bunnie, the doctors, or much less this Cougar. Habit set in, and being the "smartest" of Team Rocket, he decided to bluff his way out. "Meowth, this whole situation with the TEP is really getting on my nerves. I keep unsheathing my claws and everything.. . ." He decided to walk away casually, toward a spot a bit to the left of where the Onça was lying. . . ********** Until next time, remember: I AM THE J.A.M. Good evening. [WARP!!!] The J.A.M. --- "Ah, how I understand your plight..." "Yes, this whole situation is terribly frustrating, isn't it?" The cougar smiled lazily, though remaining in a subtly threatening posture. "One wishes to eviscerate the enemy and devour his very liver and heart, but there is no enemy to find!" He paused, as if pondering, "Perhaps the evil one will return. Whatever this creature may be, it has proven itself a potent adversary, and well worth my personal interest." As Meowth moved away, Hawnurra seemed to lose interest, watching instead the doctors working over the Jaguar. Alerted by the conversation, several other occupants of the coffeehouse were watching the newcomer, and moved as if to protect their friend, or at least place themselves between Meowth and the J.A.M as if by chance. Attic Rat looked down from under the dusty ceiling tile he had lifted to see the confrontation, and wished he hadn't. "Oh, no Hawnurra!" He whispered, "Don't get all heroic now, not this late!" He wondered why a fanfic villain would do such a thing, and in his confusion, was afraid of the answer. And yet.. the Latin American had fought alongside of them, and was owed something in return... What could a mere rat offer? He began to make what feeble preparations he could. There were many things stored in the attic. Karl --- Meowth then steamed to himself Monday, 29-Jan-01 23:41:49 200.34.48.19 writes: [...unWARP!!!] Good evening. ************* There were too many creatures next to the Jaguar. He had lost his chance, now that his adversary's warping abilities were gone and his strength had been lowered to match his own. "Meowth, get back here!!" ordered James. Reluctantly, he padded back to Team Rocket's table. He wondered what the numbskulls had in mind just now. Meanwhile, the TEP, who had been separated from Aivars thanks to the Wolf, and had been made semi-solid, suddenly threw everyone who had pounced on him and stood to his feet. At this moment, the other Rangers arrived, and Foxglove immediately flew over to Dale, who was next to The J.A.M. ************* Until next time, remember: I AM THE J.A.M. Good evening. [WARP!!!] The J.A.M. --- Outside the Coffeehouse A white, wedge-shaped spaceship lands in a clearing near the Ranger Coffeehouse. The pilot is a blond human male who prefers to be called "Ace". In the seat behind him, is his red-haired girlfriend, Kimberly, who usually -doesn't- call him "Ace" ;D. Seated on her shoulder is a female mouse who is clothed only in a red cloak. As the engines of the ship whine and shutdown, Ace annouces the obvious, "This is the place." Mrs. Brisby adjusts her red cloak and declares, "I hope I'm not too late." The cockpit opens and the trio exit the ship. "Looks rather small from the outside..." comments Kimberly. "Brace yourself; that door is a doozy." warns Ace. As they pass through the door, an indescribably weird feeling runs through thier bodies. Next thing they know, they're all roughly the same size. Kimberly blinks and examines herself. "You weren't kidding, Dexter." Ace shakes off the weird feeling and gripes, "Call me Ace, huh?" Mrs. Brisby looks around the Coffeehouse, as if she were trying to find somebody. She smiles. "There he is...oh, thank you for bringing me here." The mouse dives through the sea of coffeehouse patrons. Ace smiles and mutters, "No problem." Kimberly notices the glassy look in his eyes and prods him with her elbow. "I think I should ask Gadget to invent MFP(tm)-proof glasses." Kimberly thought while bringing her own Magical Female Powers(tm) into play on Ace. Kat --- Inside on a quieter corner Alex was watching the chaos with the dueal feelings. For once he felt he had to stand up for this Writer, but tehn again... considering what his Writer had had done (or better say) had NOT done to him and Lavainee, maybe he had been fit for the punishment he received. From where the blaster came, he didnt see, but then again, the magical space pockets (tm) weren't strictly female-only. Aivars stumbled over to the furthest corner of cafe and felt down on the empty chair. His hands were still shaking, both from teh adrenaline, and from getting that blast from the 'morf whatever it's name was. Despite furry's explanation, the fact he was at the moment of blast mentally struggling with the TEP, had given him quite a scars on the soul, as the TEP was torn out... "I felt like lowest lowlife..." Aivars sighted. "Yep, boss." someone nodded. Aivars raised head. Alex grined at him. "Not you too," Aivars let a deep sight out. "Oay, i wont tell, you had it coming," alex griined. "Okay, okay, im silent." He raised hands up in mocking, nticing bloodshot look Aivars tossed at him. "Have some pity for your creator?" "Why need i do? You left me, and miss Lait as well hanging in the air, after all." "Life's..." "Yes, i know, i know." "Does this bar sell something stronger?" "Lavainee managed to get some stronger stuff on the Platos Award ceremony, but usually no, they dont." There was silence, as they watched others helping Jaguar. Aivars --- Organizing some Chaos Monday, 05-Feb-01 18:20:26 216.69.51.65 writes: Kat watched as the doctors tended to El J.A.M. "With TPL's technology at their disposal, he should be fine." thought the cat-earred human. She then noticed some new arrivals and teleported over to them. Kimberly gasped, as Kat's sudden appearance startled her. Ace just grinned. "Hey, Kat! What's shakin'?" he greeted her. "The whole Coffeehouse, Ace. Been having trouble out of some sort of Evil Presence." she explained. "Trouble, huh? What kind?" he inquired. "Villains popping up, people getting possesed--that sort of thing. You an' Kimmy might not wanna stick around...uh, what -are- you doing here, anyway?" "A friend needed a ride. She got an urgent e-mail..." "Mrs. Brisby?" Kat asked. "Yup." Ace replied. "Cool! Uh, what took ya so long? Kimberly get kidnapped again?" Kimberly glared at Kat. "Uh, nevermind. Like I said, you two might not wanna stick around." "We're not going to let some Evil Presence scare -us- off." Kimberly cooly declared. "O-tay...later!" Kat said and teleported away. Kat re-appeared at the other side of the room. "Stubborn...I swear that gal is a trouble-magnet!" she muttered. Then the cat-earred human saw Aivars sitting in a corner with Alex. The Writer in question seemed to be shaking. Kat shook her head & thought "Poor guy. Must be blaming himself...if I find a way, that Evil Presense is gonna pay!" Kat walked over to the table and put her hand on an empty seat. "This seat taken?" she asked. Kat ---