World Watch OnLine: The Unofficial Buckaroo Banzai Mailing List
#  82 (25 April 1999)
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Contents:
Greetings
Screening News
Re: World Watch OnLine 81- 18 April 1999
insta-poll voting on BBISTSS
Dragon Tales
Re: banzai
Shaking Hands and Playing Nice
Lock and Key, Ch.8, pt. 1

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Greetings,

Well...once again, no sign of TABB in the satellite guide for next month, but 
Big Trouble in Little China seems to be making the rounds.

Ive been lax about welcoming the new folk lately, so a big WELCOME to
everyone, new and old. Glad youre here.

Ive added some more to the World Watch page again. Most notably 
perhaps are a copy of the script and 16 German lobby cards.



Later...
ArcLight

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Subj:	Screening News
Date:	4/18/99 9:09:35 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	MarkCapp

To all Los Angeles-area "Buckaroo Banzai" fans: 

After much prodding, the Mann Plaza Theater midnight movie series includes
"BB" as part of their latest schedule (as well as "Big Trouble in Little
China")! 

"Buckaroo" shows at midnight on Friday June 4, Saturday, June 5 and Sunday
June 6.

"Big Trouble" shows at midnight on Friday June 11, Saturday June 12 and
Sunday June 13.

Tickets are $5.00 and most likely they'll show a bunch of cool trailers with
them.  

The address is: Mann Plaza Theater; 1067 Glendon Avenue; Los Angeles
(Westwood).  The phone number is (310) 208-3097.

They've got a website at www.mannplaza.com that lists everything too,
including the entire Spring schedule (including Ghostbusters, Star Trek II,
Dark City and Pink Floyd the Wall). 

Prints are usually pretty good-- I've seen "Manhunter," "The Thing" and a
couple others there.  Knock on wood for this one!

Hope to see some of you there!

All the best,
Mark 

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Subj:	 Re: World Watch OnLine 81- 18 April 1999
Date:	4/19/99 7:08:32 AM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	zzrider46@hotmail.com (rick essex)

Hi Arclight,

As I mentioned before, I am still looking for BB activity in the 
Cleveland Ohio area,  I have been a fan since the book and would like 
to get connected again.  Anyone having info on conventions and such 
in northeastern ohio, please let me know.  Keep up the good work!

yours,

zzrider

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Subj:	 insta-poll voting on BBISTSS
Date:	4/21/99 1:52:36 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	buckaroo@jane.penn.com (Fanatic BBI)

Hi all, this is an updateon insta-poll voting the question was answered by 26
voters. and the question was:
IF you had the resources to do it what movie would you make for the big
screen?
with 65% of the votes, Buckaroo Banzai VS, the World Crime league
in a dead tie for 2nd place Big Trouble in Little china 2 and Tron 2, in 4th
place and being the most costly of the choices is A live action with CGI
effects version of Robotech and go thru all four storylines in four movies,
in 5th place with 1 vote and being confirmed by IMDB.com as in production,
Strange Brew 2, and in last place with 0 votes a follow up movie to Escape
from LA and a follow up to Animal House.
Thank you if you voted, next poll will commence this afternoon and run until
June first.
Thanks
Fanatic

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Subj:	 Dragon Tales
Date:	4/22/99 9:00:48 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	alandsmith@uswest.net

A big howdy to all, especially Craig, Julie and Shawn, the latest new
recruits to the BBIs.
I was just wondering if any of you BB collectors have spotted TABB items
on other online auctions
other than eBay? They seem to always have more BB collectibles than you
could cram into the Jetcar's trunk.
O.k., the Jetcar probably didn't have a trunk. If it did, everything
would get burned to a crisp!
I check eBay several times a week just to take a look, but the thing is,
I have a fair collection already.
Just the other day I was going through a box of BB stuff and discovered
that I have a pass
that was issued for the Tuesday, August 7, 1984 premiere of the film in
Beverly Hills, CA! I believe this was
for the cast and crew. I'd forgotten I had acquired it! Too cool. If I
ever buy a scanner and figure out how to do a personal
web site I'll have some fun stuff to contribute to the Team Banzai
presence on the web.
 Remember, I'm soliciting ideas for some sort of a little contest and
will give away a copy of the novel.
Please submit any ideas you have to this newsletter, thanks. I also
welcome email to my address above.

I'll leave you with this BB quote I dug out of something I worked on,
way back when.
"Thought is the powerless shadow of action" B. Banzai
Always True Blue
BBI Dragon

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Subj:	 Re: banzai
Date:	4/24/99 7:25:20 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	joshi@coqui.net (Andres)

Is there someone working in the oscillation overthruster inside or outside
the Banzai Institute?Can you let me know.
                                                         Javier
Email: joshi@coqui.net

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Subj:	 Shaking Hands and Playing Nice
Date:	4/25/99 2:12:23 AM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	camelot@amigo.net (Scott Tate)

Since Cory Edwards was big enough to take a moment to address me last
issue, I wanted to return the courtesy.  I'm sure most of us have
experience with opinions that may seem a little strong in hindsight, and
Mr. Edwards has been a good sport these past few issues.  For my own
part, if anyone ever has sincere criticism of anything I post here, I'm
always open to some gentle debate, either in this forum or addressed to
me directly.  Best regards yourself, Mr. Edwards, and I'll see you
around the pages of WWO.

-- BBI Camelot

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Subj:	 Lock and Key, Chapter 8, part 1
Date:	4/23/99 5:55:48 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	jetlightfoot@juno.com (Becky M Nelson)

Disclaimer/Author Notes:

This story takes place in Spring 1987 (between the events of the movie
and Rafterman's proposed script for the sequel, from which it takes a few
plot cues). It's written from Reno Nevada's point of view much after the
fact, which seemed the best way to avoid getting flamed by folks who own
the book, and lets me pick up a few details from there more easily as
well. 

Characters and concepts related to Buckaroo Banzai belong to other
people. See disclaimer on Chapter One for full info. In any event, the
author has no intent to make any money hereby and is just having fun.
Don't complain if details here don't coincide with the TV pilot/series;
this was started before the pilot script.

Plot elements and other characters are copyright 1998-??? and
1990-infinity, respectively, and are the property of Replay, except
T-Bear (who belongs to Lynx, Trouble, himself, and several cats at last
check). ArcLight has permission to archive the text version of this story
as part of the newsletter. Strike Team Renegade has permission to include
an HTML version in their archives on a delayed basis. All others should
e-mail me at BBI_Replay@yahoo.com first. Comments and questions should be
routed to the same address.

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Previously--

After an explosion wreaks havoc on their hotel rooms, Team Banzai has
relocated rather hastily to the edge of the metro area. Their only
wounded from the incident is Replay, who has now been exposed to talava
for the second time. She regains consciousness after 3 days, but proves
to be far from her normal self. Only she and Buckaroo are aware that she
has no recollection of Team Banzai in general and only a very slight
recall of Rawhide, whom she'd once drawn. Perfect Tommy, unaware of her
memory loss, informs Reno of the situation, then "drafts" the Institute's
chief pilot, Lindbergh, to keep an eye on Replay so Buckaroo can rest.
Pecos informs a concerned Buckaroo that Reno and Wayback have already
departed. Buckaroo asks her to set up a meeting. In Sabah, Hanoi Xan
receives news from his spies. Meanwhile back in St. Louis, Reno and
Wayback have ventured out to deal with issues related to the canceled
concerts and seminar and are caught in an extremely peculiar
thunderstorm. At Team Banzai's safehouse, Replay notices the storm
abruptly, and is escorted down to the boiler room by Rawhide, who is much
better equipped to deal with her distaste for the weather. At the hotel,
the police are still collecting evidence when the storm begins to
threaten them as well. Reno and Wayback discuss Replay's condition in the
restaurant. At the safehouse, Buckaroo starts the meeting, only to have
it interrupted. Big Norse reports communications are being jammed and
people at the briefing assume the worst. Downstairs, Rawhide realizes how
uncertain they all are of Replay/Jet's situation just before the power
goes out. One of Hanoi Xan's spies makes an unsuccessful bid to get at
Replay, much to the consternation of the Cavaliers. Meanwhile, Lindbergh
decides to make a call of his own, and the rest of Team Banzai reacts to
the sound of a single gunshot. Back at the precinct house, Harrison
discusses the case with two fellow officers, one of whom knows more about
current Team Banzai activities than anyone else on the force. Reno and
Wayback come under fire, and Lindbergh's call connects.

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Lock and Key
Chapter Eight

There are times when all the logic one can possibly bring to bear on
events simply won't solve the problem at hand. If you're fortunate, this
is merely a matter of crucial information not being available as quickly
as you'd prefer. If you're very unfortunate, it's a matter of lacking the
time to think at all. Indeed, the latter sort of incident is demonstrated
on the highways of the world on a daily basis, too frequently in the form
of fatal collisions.

I was all too aware of the possibility that we were about to end our
careers with the Institute in exactly that manner as Wayback gunned the
engine. Having ridden with Buckaroo for many years, I was not especially
troubled for my own life, but it was quite impossible to be certain which
of the other cars were being piloted by Xan's minions and which carried
civilians. If we'd been convinced that there were only bravos on the road
with us, I might have enjoyed the contest, but the chances of that were
exceedingly slim. Any miscalculation from Wayback could too easily cost
innocent lives as well as our own. Thus far, he'd been making the right
moves, but they were close enough to textbook responses that they could
easily have been taken into account already. One does not always surprise
the other side by inverting the expected; there are times when tangential
motion is far more effective.

Wayback, it seemed, was accomplishing this in more than one respect,
although I didn't immediately realize it. Having been forced away from
the last exit, he had no choice but to cross the bridge, something he was
no longer inclined to do in a sedate or readily predictable manner. On
wet pavement alone, the traffic we were in would have made it an
impressive bit of driving had he done no worse than sideswipe someone.
With the windshield in pieces across the dash and seat, it should have
been flat out impossible. He should have felt compelled to step on the
brakes hard, or else try for nothing more complicated than straight line
driving; instead he was making the chase cars work hard just to keep up.

It is perhaps a measure of my own state of shock that it took me several
long seconds to notice what he was doing, and the better part of a minute
to question it. By that point it was clear that he either knew what he
was up to or was exceptionally talented at making it up as he went.
Certainly this was something that went far beyond anything I could write
off to pure luck, but the accomplishment was considerably more pertinent
just then than his methodology. Even now, far removed from those perilous
moments, I am not altogether certain that understanding would have eased
my mind immediately about anything more than the breadth of his informal
education. Those of us privileged to live and work at the Institute often
become even more pragmatic in some respects than we were upon arriving
there, and much more open-minded in others, but Wayback was ahead of the
usual curve in that regard from the moment we'd first seen him. He'd
spent just enough time on the streets as a youth to have discovered no
source of knowledge regarding psionic abilities was to be discarded
lightly, even sources which could best be described as third-hand.

Regular readers of these chronicles will know that I have described our
first encounters with most of our gypsy residents to some degree of
detail in previous volumes. While I have always been somewhat constrained
in regard to issues touching upon their personal security, I have
nonetheless made mention of several instances when each of them displayed
abilities none of us had seen at close range before. Jet and Cameo in
particular were almost evenly matched; although it had taken some while
(and no little intervention from Raven) before any of the rest of us
realized they were sisters, they'd trained with and against each other
for more years than either wanted to admit. Raven herself was only
scarcely a late-comer in that regard, and had competed or cooperated with
either or both of them as circumstances demanded since her own slightly
more recent childhood. All three had been known to pull the proverbial
rabbit out when it really counted, sometimes at significant personal
risk. 

As the first of them to make residency, however, Jet bore the brunt of
Wayback's personal disapproval. Cameo, and later Raven, had only been
following a rather questionable precedent so far as he was concerned.
None of this meant he was above studying whatever he could get in regard
to any of their psionic abilities; the notion that they could accomplish
anything telepathically or telekinetically that he couldn't learn to
duplicate had simply never occurred to him. If one -- or all -- of them
could navigate effectively in zero visibility conditions without hitting
friendlies or missing targets, then it was clearly possible. He only
needed to work out the proper approach. At present, it was really only an
issue of locating other minds and maintaining enough distance from any
and all of them to allow for the space a vehicle occupied. This was
something much simpler than the kind of tactical plot our gypsies might
use; separating bravos from civilians wasn't an absolute necessity when
the former would make their own locations plain enough by behavior alone.
Nor was it needful for Wayback to try to locate the inanimate steel of
the bridge span when he could use the relative locations of other drivers
as a indicator of his own lane positioning.

This was hardly something the bravos could have expected him to maintain
for more than a few heartbeats, even presuming they'd allowed for his
attempt to outrun them at all. The sniper was sufficiently taken aback
that he missed a hastily aimed second shot at our rear, apparently an
attempt to stop us permanently there on the bridge, or at least to limit
the distance we could travel to that allowed by whatever gasoline would
remain in a punctured tank. The cars intended to box us in and force us
over at a spot of their choosing were relegated to a flat out chase role
instead, something they certainly hadn't intended. Altogether it added up
to something other drivers on the road reacted to rather differently than
you see in the movies; while it's true most of them did their best to
stay out of the immediate action and some even collided, Hollywood's idea
of pursuits inevitably involves rather more spectacular degrees of damage
and never seems to include so much as one civilian motorist bright enough
to try using a car phone to call the local police.

Already alerted to the possibility that something might be going down
along the interstate in their jurisdiction, the St. Charles Police had
been in the process of getting a car on station just west of the bridge
when we'd cleared that position. This made the incoming citizen call
merit more attention than was normally the case for something in motion
eastbound that close to the county line, and dispatch passed the
information on to the marked unit headed that way. The officer behind the
wheel immediately flipped on the lights and siren and put her foot on the
gas pedal as hard as road conditions allowed; her partner changed
frequencies on the radio and called ahead for the Bridgeton PD to
intercept.

None of this affected Wayback's driving. I believe it entirely likely
that he was unaware the authorities were being alerted; tracking where he
was and what he was doing might not actually have required his full
attention, but it was something he'd never consciously attempted before.
It was also something he couldn't continue indefinitely even if his
concentration never faltered. Sooner or later the bravos would start
targeting the other vehicles as a deliberate tactic to force us to stop.
Without knowing the area, finding any real cover was unlikely, which
meant the best we could realistically hope to do was take this away from
the innocent bystanders before someone else was killed. Doing so was
going to make navigation much more difficult, and our chances of losing
our pursuers, already slim, would nose dive, but there really wasn't much
help for it.

We were curving down the first available exit ramp almost before I
realized it. What little I could see of the signage indicated a large
industrial park on the north of the interstate, and the visible terrain
to the south seemed to lack buildings altogether. The light at the bottom
was definitely red, a single car waiting for it to change, and Wayback
pulled the wheel even further to the right to take the clear path to the
south. The intent expression he'd worn on the bridge had softened
considerably, as though lives of those on the highway were more than
sufficient repayment for whatever fate had in store for him. It was a
look I have seen come over more than one face in my time with the
Institute, though never without mixed emotions of my own. On this
occasion I could only wonder if studying "Replay" had taught him
something about keeping the likes of Xan out of his own head; it is one
thing to accept death without fear and quite another to understand that
there are worse fates.

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