Jammeez

I wrote this and sent it to Patrick when I thought I might die, along with a couple of possible endings. It makes a nice alternate death scene... Jammilla Manquin sat in trance again, waiting for the spice Melange to take it's effect. There was no turning back, now, and she didn't see any alternative. They were all going to die if the Harkonnen hidden among them was not found. There it is! Ah, the Spice opens my mind... Jammilla felt the unfamiliar floating sensation. So this was what it was like! She steeled herself for what was to come, though, knowing it would be nearly unbearable, and she must overcome! Another presence emerged. A horrible, violent presence - no...TWO! Jammilla had a fleeting sense of dread - attempted the Voice to manipulate their wills and defend herself from certain destruction. It should work, with the magnification of her skill by Melange, but that same catalyst was beginning to pound in her temples, crossing the threshold into real pain, and she was suddenly fighting on more than one battlefront. The Spice threatened to overwhelm her, and the Evil threatened to end her Agony. And it was all she could do to keep from begging for sweet oblivion! Then, dreamlike, Jammilla was floating free, and watched with detached interest as her body convulsed and those standing over her added insult to injury, slashing and hacking at her helpless form. She vaguely wondered how she could have underestimated that silly girl...

Jammilla listened disdainfully to the Fremen ranting at her. Chakyaka's verbal assault was outrageous and irrational, so fraught with emotion... she supposed it was understandable, for someone with no training. ...and it only confirmed her own suspicions about the girl. Jammilla now believed that Fleur may have had some training as well. Someone with her sensitivity to the unseen was unlikely to have been passed over by the Bene for this long. At least not without some kind of protection... Harkonnen protection? It was so unexpected that she had to give the idea merit. And that only left the question of Chakyaka's seemingly sudden and forceful loyalty to the girl. Either there was some manipulation on the girl's part, or the Fremen was not what he seemed. Either they had no prior connection, and the girl was clouding his mind, or they were in league and had met here by design. Even if they had never set eyes upon one another before, there could have been some prearranged signal allowing them to recognize each other. No matter how Jammilla looked at the situation, logic kept returning to Fleur. There was simply no room for any other conclusion. OOC: Vote stays.

OOC: Vote for Sweet Cherrie/Fleur Sorry I can't write more here. But we've got to get to bed so we can get on the road early.

Let's get this thing on the road! I'm leaving for Denver in a few hours, and I'm willing to start the voting. Whatever happens, I may or may not be on until after it's all over. Patrick, you know what to do, as you've got my idea for a death scene. Just use it/change it/discard it as needed! Game On! ~Jamz

When the silly girl came in, ranting about a ghost, Jammilla was forced to reappraise her judgement of Fleur. She still believed the girl had not a brain in her head...or rather, she refused to use it. But the sense to feel - and identify - a spirit was clearly a worthy talent. Jammilla turned away, filing the information away for future reference. It was laughable how obvious the girl was about her jealousy. Really, Jammilla thought, if I wanted the Fremen, I would have him. And there would be no pussy-footing around. But that sort of liason is no part of my mission here. Jammilla set her mind to the puzzle once more. Again, Jammilla cursed her own lack of training. It seemed even the Fremen woman was further along than she. But one of them may well have to endure the Spice Agony soon, however prematurely, in order to get to the bottom of this mystery... OOC: Vote for...I must deliberate... Edit: Sorry Dean. Vote for Ibis, the sword master...where has he been, anyway? Who knows anything about him? He could be Harkonnen...

OOC: Dang! Missed it by that much!

OOC: It's been almost 24 hours and only two posts with no votes... Shall I start the bidding? Jammilla sat with legs akimbo, back straight, eyes closed. Certainly study of the situation would bring clarity and show her who was the "wolf" among them. They all may as well have been sheep, trapped as they were in this stony prison. She began to feel the yearning for home again, but quickly quashed the emotion. There is no room for emotion in reason. Emotion leads only to confusion. Fact is the only tool with which to discover Truth... Jammilla forced her mind through the litany and returned to her deliberation. OOC: Random vote, Vene/Edi (rolled 7 on a d9 at RPoL.net, Comedy, J*O*K*E)

Still only 9 players, correct? Did HappyB ever get a character?

Jammilla could sense the unease in the girl beside her, as well as the fading life force of the poor fellow for whom they labored. She knew he would be dead soon - she was unsure why they had even carried him to this cave, for his weight had slowed their progress just enough to lose them another group member...Selton had been his name. She ran through a learning litany in the back of her consciousness to impress it upon her memory. In less time than anticipated, the life of the wounded slipped into the beyond, and with a bow of her head Jammilla rose smoothly to seek Captain Algers. "Captain..." She waited patiently for him to acknowledge her. "The man is dead", she murmured matter-of-factly. Captain Algers nodded, and Jammilla retreated again. Upon her return she found the girl and the body gone. What?...where are they? Jammilla allowed a bit of mild surprise to show in her expression...then chided herself for foolishly relaxing her discipline among so many strangers.

How's this for a tiny intro? Jammilla Manquin steps like a shadow from the pristine coolness of the SG transport into the dusty heat of the teeming city, her hand seeking the edge of a black scarf which she secures across her face against the gritty wind...

*sigh* That's seven, which is minimum. How long you going to give it, Patrick? I'll be out-of-town - though probably able to check in briefly each day - over the President's Day weekend, Feb 16-19th. OTOH, I'm still researching/refreshing my memory.

That's six...any more takers?? Come on! http://www.themightypen.net/public/style_emoticons/default/ohmy.gif um...anybody...?

I wasn't going to play again, but I just might have to for this theme. I read the first book in junior high (probably 9th grade/14-yrs-old) and was fascinated with the old movie, although it was very trippy. Matrix: Reloaded's big cavern scene reminded me of the big cavern in Dune. I'll refresh my memory and be back with a character...probably a Bene Gesserit witch... ~Jamz

Granny Jammeez...er...Miss Jammeez, anyway - for she is young and beautiful again - stands tall and straight with her hands clasped behind her back, waiting for Nathaniel when he arrives. In life, he'd only seen a small illumination of his grandmother when she was young, but now as they stand side by side, they might as well be brother and sister, and he of course remembers her from before... "So, now you know, Nathan." "Yes, Grandmother. Although I'm very surprised...in both cases, I must admit." "Heh, well your grandfather wasn't alone 40 years ago, and there's certainly been children since. You know, the only thing that kept my dear Itchy alive for those last ten years was my discovery of the bane. I would put it in his tea. It kept him harmless at night and saved him from years of guilt. His fellow wolf wasn't so lucky, you might remember. They lynched him, you know." "Yes Grandma, I remember the stories. It's the real reason why Mum and Dad took me away, isn't it?" "Clever boy. Yes, I suppose it is. *sigh* I still wish you'd settled down and given me some more grandchildren before I died." "Heh, well...oh, now I sound like you!" Nathaniel winked at the young woman next to him. She just smirked back. "You'd never have gotten me in your clutches, my dear. I suppose I'll have to haunt that old mansion, now, if I ever want to read all those books... Where'd I leave that notebook of mine?" Nathaniel wanders off and Jammeez watches him with a bemused look, then fades out herself. She has to track down that beastly husband of hers again... ~Jamz

Ack!