Nikki, I was wrong about the command it should be ptlgame-digest. It's been a long rough day. I'm glad I decided to check.LOL Anyway they seem to be coming out about twice a day, when the list slows down it will be less than that. Kim ----- Original Message ----- From: ptlgame-digest <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Sent: Wednesday, March 28, 2001 8:41 PM Subject: ptlgame-digest V1 #116 > > ptlgame-digest Wednesday, March 28 2001 Volume 01 : Number 116 > > > > > ---------------------------------------------------------------------- > > Date: Wed, 28 Mar 2001 16:23:50 -0500 > From: "Kim" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> > Subject: Re: [PTL Game] SFH: -Alex and Nick- Rachel, Derek > > > Alex > > I let out a long breath of relief, there it was all out in the open. "I'm > > sorry we didn't say anything sooner, but we didn't want to make things > > awkward if it didn't work out," I said slightly sheepishly. > > > > Rachel > > Talk about bolt from the blue! I looked over at Derek, wondering what he > was > > thinking about all this. "I didn't realise," I replied not exactly sure > how > > they expected us to respond to the news. I couldn't help but look at them > > through proffessional eyes, I'd never met two people more different...Alex > > quiet and conservative, not to mention responsible and thoughtful...and > > Nick. I suppose it was true that opposites attract. They did both share > the > > same deeply rooted sense of loyalty, maybe it would work. > > > Derek couldn't quite recall the last time something shocked him so > thoroughly. How could he not have known? That was the first thing that > struck him. If it had been going on all these months why hadn't he seen any > signs of it? He wasn't totally certain how he felt about this revelation > either. He cared deeply for both of them and wanted nothing more than their > happiness, however for some reason he couldn't really understand the > arrangement bothered him. He couldn't put his finger on what it was though. > He cleared his throat feeling oddly ill at ease, though the feeling was > beginning to pass somewhat. "I see...." what did they expect him to say. > "I'm happy everything seems to be working out so well." Though, was he > really? > > Derek > > ------------------------------ > > Date: Wed, 28 Mar 2001 22:44:17 +0100 > From: "Blithe" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> > Subject: Re: [PTL Game] An innocent visitor..(Kat, Derek, Miranda, Rachel, Lani, Edwin... > > > "Could be someone with some sort of military or marshall arts training," > > Derek suggested reasonably. There were other possibilities too, though > most > > spirits didn't follow the profile of a typical stalker, it was still a > > possibility. However, this was also a sensative area with Rachel. So, > for > > now he thought he'd steer clear of it until he had something showing him > > otherwise. Of course he would be looking into it. "Rachel have any of > your > > patients died recently? Perhaps it's the work of a disgruntled family > > member." Or an unhappy spirit. > > > > Derek > > Rachel > I tried to think clearly, "that's a tough one," I replied finally. "I get > called in to consult on a number of difficult cases...prisoners, inpatients, > the extreme cases as well as my regular clientele. It would be difficult to > determine exact numbers..." I frowned, "I'm not giving a very optimistic > image of my profession am I?" I said with a slight smile. "There are > frequently suicides, as well as patients with advanced mental conditions who > don't make it...nothing specific springs to mind though...I'm sorry...I'm > really not being a lot of help." > > ------------------------------ > > Date: Wed, 28 Mar 2001 16:46:38 -0500 > From: "Kim" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> > Subject: Re: [PTL Game] An innocent visitor..(Kat, Derek, Miranda, Rachel, Lani, Edwin... > > > Rachel > > I tried to think clearly, "that's a tough one," I replied finally. "I get > > called in to consult on a number of difficult cases...prisoners, > inpatients, > > the extreme cases as well as my regular clientele. It would be difficult > to > > determine exact numbers..." I frowned, "I'm not giving a very optimistic > > image of my profession am I?" I said with a slight smile. "There are > > frequently suicides, as well as patients with advanced mental conditions > who > > don't make it...nothing specific springs to mind though...I'm sorry...I'm > > really not being a lot of help." > > > "Perhaps after you've had time to recooperate and think things through a bit > more, you'll see something you did not notice before. In the meantime, > we'll work on the photograph and your telephone records" > > Derek > > ------------------------------ > > Date: Wed, 28 Mar 2001 22:58:55 +0100 > From: "Blithe" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> > Subject: Re: [PTL Game] SFH: -Alex and Nick- Rachel, Derek > > > Derek couldn't quite recall the last time something shocked him so > > thoroughly. How could he not have known? That was the first thing that > > struck him. If it had been going on all these months why hadn't he seen > any > > signs of it? He wasn't totally certain how he felt about this revelation > > either. He cared deeply for both of them and wanted nothing more than > their > > happiness, however for some reason he couldn't really understand the > > arrangement bothered him. He couldn't put his finger on what it was > though. > > He cleared his throat feeling oddly ill at ease, though the feeling was > > beginning to pass somewhat. "I see...." what did they expect him to say. > > "I'm happy everything seems to be working out so well." Though, was he > > really? > > > > Derek > > Alex > I could tell he wasn't thrilled, though I'd had no expectation that he would > be. "We've not gone into this lightly Derek," I said softly. "We both > understood the ramifications if it didn't work...and the pressure to make it > work. That's part of the reason we wanted to be sure before telling anyone." > I gave my mentor a sheepish smile, "it's something that's been building for > a long time, but when Rose died..." I looked down at the floor, "he was > there." > > ------------------------------ > > Date: Wed, 28 Mar 2001 17:00:07 EST > From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] > Subject: Re: [PTL Game] Julia's exit (Kat and Miranda) Kat's room > > Watch it..Emma has NOT been abandoned > > > > OOC: Geez Kim your little girls are always getting > > abandoned by people. *shakes head* Emma, Gracie, Kat, > > etc... > > > > ------------------------------ > > Date: Wed, 28 Mar 2001 16:52:43 -0500 > From: "Kim" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> > Subject: Re: [PTL Game] Samantha and Milo > > (OOC: This is before she ran off looking to Marissa at the beach, just > wanted to explain her reaction here.:-) > > > Milo was silent a moment bowing his head and pinching > > the upper bridge of his nose. "God.." He siad taking a > > intake of breath. Now he would never know, none of his > > questions would be answered. Why she had done it, why > > she was telling him now. He felt horrible now, she was > > dead, he couldn't see her or talk to her. "This is.. > > this is Milo Jefficks, I'm Marissa's father... can > > you tell me how it happened?" He asked his voice > > souding a little raw. > > > Samantha knew how voltures came out of the wood work whenever people died. > She didn't know who this man was, but she knew one thing. Marissa's father > was dead. "Look pal, I don't know who you really are but Marissa doesn't > really need this kind of crap right now., So whatever it is your up to, > just have a heart and lay off." > > Samantha > > ------------------------------ > > Date: Wed, 28 Mar 2001 23:02:53 +0100 > From: "Blithe" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> > Subject: Re: [PTL Game] An innocent visitor..(Kat, Derek, Miranda, Rachel, Lani, Edwin... > > > "Perhaps after you've had time to recooperate and think things through a > bit > > more, you'll see something you did not notice before. In the meantime, > > we'll work on the photograph and your telephone records" > > > > Derek > > Rachel > I nodded, "I can't help thinking that it must be either a patient or someone > else I come into close contact with on a regular basis. If this is a > stalker, and it bares all the hallmarks, the profile should help us figure > out who, or at least where this person is from." I took the photo back from > Derek, "perhaps going through my movements would help narrow down a > pattern...and in the meantime I can vary my schedule, keep away from my > usual haunts..." I gave a hollow laugh, "follow all the advice we shrinks > are always so keen to dish out." > > ------------------------------ > > Date: Wed, 28 Mar 2001 17:06:47 EST > From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] > Subject: Re: [PTL Game](Kat and Miranda) Kat's room > > I apologize, I posted my comment before I saw this > > > OOC: This subject is closed and we are moving on. Be nice please. > > > > > ooc: I am very curious here...how old are ya?? > > > > > > > > > can you guys do me a favor and change the subject..... it's bad enough > > that > > > I had to get rid of my character... it's really starting to piss me off > > and > > > even hurt more that I'm having to see it every time I open up my mail > box. > > > > > > > ------------------------------ > > Date: Wed, 28 Mar 2001 17:13:24 -0500 > From: "Kim" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> > Subject: Re: [PTL Game] SFH: -Alex and Nick- Rachel, Derek > > > Alex > > I could tell he wasn't thrilled, though I'd had no expectation that he > would > > be. "We've not gone into this lightly Derek," I said softly. "We both > > understood the ramifications if it didn't work...and the pressure to make > it > > work. That's part of the reason we wanted to be sure before telling > anyone." > > I gave my mentor a sheepish smile, "it's something that's been building > for > > a long time, but when Rose died..." I looked down at the floor, "he was > > there." > > > Derek knew that her grandmother's death had hit Alex pretty hard. He also > knew she had a good head on her shoulders and almost always thought things > through before she did them. He knew that was not what was bothering him. > However, the truth of what it was he felt eluded him. He gave her a > reassuring smile, "I know you would not enter into any relationship lightly. > If your best judgement is telling you this is the right thing, then I'm sure > it is." But he wasn't. Perhaps it was Nick that bothered him, perhaps he > wasn't so sure that Nick had thought things through. He rarely did. But > that didn't seem right either. He tried pushing these thoughts away. I > wouldn't do to drive him self crazy over this. After all, no matter what > his reservations were, there was nothing that could be done about it. > > Derek > > ------------------------------ > > Date: Wed, 28 Mar 2001 14:23:21 -0800 (PST) > From: Scott Dirk <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> > Subject: Re: [PTL Game] Julia's exit (Kat and Miranda) Kat's room > > OOC: Okay it was a J-O-K-E. I know she hasn't been > abandoned but from the CHILDS point of veiw she feels > she has. > > - --- [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: > > Watch it..Emma has NOT been abandoned > > > > > > > OOC: Geez Kim your little girls are always getting > > > abandoned by people. *shakes head* Emma, Gracie, > > Kat, > > > etc... > > > > > > ===== > Scott "Shard" Dirk > > "Am I learning?" - Angelus > > __________________________________________________ > Do You Yahoo!? > Get email at your own domain with Yahoo! Mail. > http://personal.mail.yahoo.com/?.refer=text > > ------------------------------ > > Date: Wed, 28 Mar 2001 17:36:01 EST > From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] > Subject: Re: [PTL Game] Julia's exit (Kat and Miranda) Kat's room > > Drop it. I am in alot of physical pain which is affecting my attitude right > at the moment. It is best dropped. Like Kim said it has been dropped. I > apologize to anyone I've offended, I'm shutting down the computer for now, > its best for me to do that, I'll be back later. > > Love, Dawn > > > > OOC: Okay it was a J-O-K-E. I know she hasn't been > > abandoned but from the CHILDS point of veiw she feels > > she has. > > > > --- [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: > > > Watch it..Emma has NOT been abandoned > > > > > > > > > > OOC: Geez Kim your little girls are always getting > > > > abandoned by people. *shakes head* Emma, Gracie, > > > Kat, > > > > etc... > > > > > > > > ------------------------------ > > Date: Wed, 28 Mar 2001 23:39:43 +0100 > From: "Blithe" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> > Subject: Re: [PTL Game] SFH: -Alex and Nick- Rachel, Derek > > > Derek knew that her grandmother's death had hit Alex pretty hard. He also > > knew she had a good head on her shoulders and almost always thought things > > through before she did them. He knew that was not what was bothering him. > > However, the truth of what it was he felt eluded him. He gave her a > > reassuring smile, "I know you would not enter into any relationship > lightly. > > If your best judgement is telling you this is the right thing, then I'm > sure > > it is." But he wasn't. Perhaps it was Nick that bothered him, perhaps he > > wasn't so sure that Nick had thought things through. He rarely did. But > > that didn't seem right either. He tried pushing these thoughts away. I > > wouldn't do to drive him self crazy over this. After all, no matter what > > his reservations were, there was nothing that could be done about it. > > > > Derek > > Alex > I moved over to him and took his hands in mine, giving him a warm smile, > "thank you Derek," I said. "I appreciate the understanding," I wondered what > he was really thinking about this, I'd known him long enough to know when he > was holding out on me...but he was trying and right now that meant the world > to me. I gave him a quick hug, hoping he knew how much this meant to me. > > ------------------------------ > > Date: Wed, 28 Mar 2001 16:42:29 -0600 > From: "m_morgan" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> > Subject: [PTL Game] Marissa, Sam > > This is a multi-part message in MIME format. > > - ------=_NextPart_000_0033_01C0B7A6.13FA5180 > Content-Type: text/plain; > charset="iso-8859-1" > Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable > > Marissa hung up and looked at Sam, "They're starting on the reports now. = > How'd you get here anyway?" > > - ------=_NextPart_000_0033_01C0B7A6.13FA5180 > Content-Type: text/html; > charset="iso-8859-1" > Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable > > <!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN"> > <HTML><HEAD> > <META http-equiv=3DContent-Type content=3D"text/html; = > charset=3Diso-8859-1"> > <META content=3D"MSHTML 5.50.4522.1800" name=3DGENERATOR> > <STYLE></STYLE> > </HEAD> > <BODY bgColor=3D#ffffff> > <DIV><FONT face=3DArial>Marissa hung up and looked at Sam, "They're = > starting on=20 > the reports now. How'd you get here = > anyway?"</FONT></DIV></BODY></HTML> > > - ------=_NextPart_000_0033_01C0B7A6.13FA5180-- > > ------------------------------ > > Date: Wed, 28 Mar 2001 16:50:17 -0600 > From: spfoley <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> > Subject: [PTL Game] Claire > > This is a multi-part message in MIME format. > > - ------=_NextPart_000_003E_01C0B7A7.2AF821E0 > Content-Type: text/plain; > charset="iso-8859-1" > Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable > > Claire gave him a quick kiss before going into the bedroom Reese had = > given them and took out their laptops before bringing them into the = > livingroom and setting up. > > She had changed after the others had left and, instead of the black slip = > on dress she had worn, she now wore a pair of jeans, a light camisole = > shirt and a dark blue but light fabric 'sweater' that had only the = > second button done. =20 > > She finished setting them up and networking them before reaching up to = > pull out the bobby pins that had held up her almost waist-length blonde = > hair up on her head and let it fall unbidden down her back. The sounds = > of the computers booting up and logging onto the internet sounded as she = > walked, barefoot, to the buffet table and helped herself to a bottled = > water, getting Brady a drink and setting it beside his computer for when = > he came in. Then, knowing that what they were about to do could very = > well take a few hours, she stretched her arms out and took a deep = > breath. > > Then, hearing Brady on his way in and the computers signaling their = > readiness, she slipped in between the couch and coffee table where the = > computers were set up, getting comfortable and tilting her head up at = > Brady as he came over to find out if anything else had been said that = > she needed to know. > > - ------=_NextPart_000_003E_01C0B7A7.2AF821E0 > Content-Type: text/html; > charset="iso-8859-1" > Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable > > <!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN"> > <HTML><HEAD> > <META http-equiv=3DContent-Type content=3D"text/html; = > charset=3Diso-8859-1"> > <META content=3D"MSHTML 5.50.4522.1800" name=3DGENERATOR> > <STYLE></STYLE> > </HEAD> > <BODY bgColor=3D#ffffff> > <DIV><FONT face=3DArial>Claire gave him a quick kiss before going into = > the bedroom=20 > Reese had given them and took out their laptops before bringing them = > into the=20 > livingroom and setting up.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=3DArial></FONT> </DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=3DArial>She had changed after the others had left and, = > instead of=20 > the black slip on dress she had worn, she now wore a pair of jeans, a = > light=20 > camisole shirt and a dark blue but light fabric 'sweater' that had only = > the=20 > second button done. </FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=3DArial></FONT> </DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=3DArial>She finished setting them up and networking them = > before=20 > reaching up to pull out the bobby pins that had held up her almost = > waist-length=20 > blonde hair up on her head and let it fall unbidden down her back. = > The=20 > sounds of the computers booting up and logging onto the internet sounded = > as she=20 > walked, barefoot, to the buffet table and helped herself to a bottled = > water,=20 > getting Brady a drink and setting it beside his computer for when he = > came=20 > in. Then, knowing that what they were about to do could very well = > take a=20 > few hours, she stretched her arms out and took a deep = > breath.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=3DArial></FONT> </DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=3DArial>Then, hearing Brady on his way in and the = > computers=20 > signaling their readiness, she slipped in between the couch and coffee = > table=20 > where the computers were set up, getting comfortable and tilting her = > head up at=20 > Brady as he came over to find out if anything else had been said that = > she needed=20 > to know.</FONT></DIV></BODY></HTML> > > - ------=_NextPart_000_003E_01C0B7A7.2AF821E0-- > > ------------------------------ > > Date: Wed, 28 Mar 2001 20:41:11 EST > From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] > Subject: Re: [PTL Game] Julia's exit (Kat and Miranda) Kat's room > > In a message dated 3/28/01 7:15:37 AM Eastern Standard Time, > [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes: > > > Kat nodded, that made sense though it sounded a lot like her mother talking. > > (you can't do that it's too dangerous.) However, the little girl took it > > with much mor grace than she might have if Rachel said the same thing. > > "Good, I want tolearn everything. Where do we start?" > > Miranda looked around. "Its dangerous to start here, someone could come in > and see us" she said. She reached up and put her wrist with the bracelet > next to her mouth and whispered something into it. A blue light flickered > and there in the room appeared another Kat and another Miranda who appeared > to be engrossed in the TV. > > Miranda smiled "they'll speak if spoken to too." She said "come on!" she > grabbed Kat's hand and led her to the window "okay Kat look into the eye of > the dragon on your bracelet, look deep into it while I look into mine..soon > we'll be there." Miranda said concentrating on her bracelet. > > The room began to change and suddenly it appeared if both girls were walking > through the sky, the bright stars were twinkling around them. It was > beautiful.. "Welcome to the *other* plain Kat" Miranda said. > > Miranda > > ------------------------------ > > End of ptlgame-digest V1 #116 > ***************************** >
