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EntropicPhantom (hostile priestess) cancels her own Words of Warding
EntropicPhantom (hostile priestess)'s Conversion burns SonjaOfTheMoon (friendly prince)
The match is ending... Hostile victory!
(12:11)SonjaOfTheMoon: You got me again.
(12:11)EntropicPhantom: Hey, gj!
(12:12)EntropicPhantom: Pffft, I caught you with converted WoW, that's really hard to answer without access to heavy burst damage. You were playing fine before that!
(12:12)SonjaOfTheMoon: So what am I doing wrong?
(12:12)EntropicPhantom: I mean, you're letting me evade your summons and range you.
(12:14)SonjaOfTheMoon: And how am I supposed to not? You can just teleport wherever you want, and you always know where I am because you'll rush the capture point if I leave it. ARG! Alex, make this [censored] make sense, please!
(12:14)EntropicPhantom: Have you tried scouting with your minions? An archer in each zone would keep you up to date on my movements, and your knights can pressure me and my point. I can teleport, but you can be in multiple places at once.
(12:15)SonjaOfTheMoon: You're stupid warding spell means you just ignore all the damage, teleport away, and murder me in the face!!!
(12:15)SonjaOfTheMoon: Gods. Your*
(12:16)EntropicPhantom: You'll need to keep your minions a little clustered if you want to break WoW.
(12:17)SonjaOfTheMoon: I TRIED THAT! You're just too gods-[censored]ed evasive, and if I leave any place for you to hide, you teleport there and then it's all over!
(12:17)SonjaOfTheMoon: This was a mistake.
(12:17)EntropicPhantom: Huh? What's up?
(12:18)SonjaOfTheMoon: I just don't have time for this, that's all.
(12:18)EntropicPhantom: Hey, I know you better than that.
(12:19)SonjaOfTheMoon: It feels like you're gloating.
(12:20)SonjaOfTheMoon: I know. I'm sorry. It just does.
(12:21)EntropicPhantom: Sonja, I came here 'cause you seemed so excited about it, that's all!
(12:21)EntropicPhantom: Well, that and not thinking about this professor thing.
(12:22)SonjaOfTheMoon: Can we talk about that?
(12:22)EntropicPhantom: I- I mean, I was hoping to not think about it, but okay...
(12:22)SonjaOfTheMoon: It just doesn't make sense. Kiddie porn? How did THAT slip through the 'Net?
(12:22)EntropicPhantom: Well, there are still unmonitored servers. Heck, Unichat itself's exempt.
Not so much exempt as well-connected, politically speaking...
(12:23)SonjaOfTheMoon: I'd buy that if he was a computer professor, but didn't he teach history?
(12:24)EntropicPhantom: Yeah, that and philosophy.
(12:24)SonjaOfTheMoon: Exactly! How'd he get the know-how to avoid detection? It's not the turn of the century any more - not just anyone can go negotiate a secure connection without the GSA picking up on it.
(12:25)EntropicPhantom: Well, he did get caught eventually.
Also, strictly speaking, it was still called the NSA at the turn of the century, not to be pedantic or anything.
(12:25)SonjaOfTheMoon: He got caught, yes, but the fact that he was able to do it at all worries me. I think someone else was smuggling it to him.
(12:26)EntropicPhantom: ...oh my god
(12:26)EntropicPhantom: You mean another faculty? I did NOT need to imagine that.
(12:27)SonjaOfTheMoon: Yeah, well, welcome to my world. 70% pedantry, 25% worry, 5% insomnia.
(12:27)EntropicPhantom: Hah. That sounds like college.
(12:27)EntropicPhantom: Which- speaking of, I'd asked him for a letter of reference for a scholarship, and now I feel dirty.
(12:28)SonjaOfTheMoon: Well, you couldn't have known.
(12:30)EntropicPhantom: The important thing is that this particular evil man is locked up behind bars.
(12:32)EntropicPhantom: So is this what's been eating at you?
(12:32)SonjaOfTheMoon: Hah! No, that'd be work. Two weeks in and I'm still struggling with the same dumb thing.
(12:32)SonjaOfTheMoon: I'll be fine - I just need to let off some steam. Sorry about snapping at you, by the way.
(12:33)EntropicPhantom: Hey, I'm used to it. :P
(12:33)EntropicPhantom: Y'know, in situations like this, you always advise me to take a walk.
(12:34)EntropicPhantom: Can you do that? I just meant around the base...
(12:34)SonjaOfTheMoon: Yup, people do fairly regularly. We call it taking a stroll, or going darkside if you're, uhm, going to the dark side. Which I've heard is very serene (well, when it's not pointing at the sun).
(12:35)EntropicPhantom: Huh. Wait, the dark side of the moon can point at the sun?
(12:35)SonjaOfTheMoon: It means the side that points away from Earth. And yup! While you're in the moon's radio shadow, you're completely off the grid. No one can contact you or track you unless you're physically there with you.
(12:36)EntropicPhantom: Now there's a surreal thought.
(12:36)EntropicPhantom: Have you ever "gone darkside"?
(12:36)SonjaOfTheMoon: Can't say I have, but some folks swear by it. I dunno, I have no intention of starting now, but taking a stroll outside honestly isn't a bad idea right now.
(12:37)EntropicPhantom: Yeah, I find debugging so much easier if I step away for a while.
(12:37)SonjaOfTheMoon: Brb! :)
/status away; mood Moon-walking.
(12:37)System: Setting status to AWAY.
(12:37)System: Mood message set.
(13:04)SonjaOfTheMoon: Have I ever told you how much I love this? Just me and the black...
(13:05)SonjaOfTheMoon: I can see the earth. It looks so small from up here... Just a little blue marble four hundred thousand kilometers down there. You can't see it, but I'm waving.
(13:06)EntropicPhantom: Hey, well, I'm waving back.
(13:09)SonjaOfTheMoon: I'm nearing the Aristarchus crater. Every step sends me flying. Even after all these years, it still hasn't gotten old.
(13:10)SonjaOfTheMoon: I wish you could be here with me.
(13:11)EntropicPhantom: Wow, Sonja, I wish I knew what to say. You're in a good mood all of a sudden.
(13:12)SonjaOfTheMoon: Being out here is an almost primeval pleasure. I'd do it more often, but I never want to go back inside.
(13:12)SonjaOfTheMoon: Also, I just found a corpse.
(13:13)EntropicPhantom: What? Are you sure?
(13:13)SonjaOfTheMoon: Either that or someone dressed up a mannequin in a space suit. It's... not one of ours. He's been shot through the faceplate.
(13:14)SonjaOfTheMoon: Alex, I've got to go call home. Pray for me.