World Watch OnLine: The Unofficial Buckaroo Banzai Mailing List
# 90 (27 June 1999)
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Contents:
Greetings
Re: World Watch OnLine 89 - 20 June 1999
TV Series Extra Casting?
Dragon Tales
Lock and Key, Chapter 11, pt.1

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Greetings,

Relatively short one this week. Sokay, tho. Im not in much of a talkative
mood either after this week. All rainy and/or hot and/or humid. Pretty blah.

Make sure you drop by the official site:http://www.banzai-institute.com

Okay, so its not had much done to it in a little while, but keep posting
on the Bunkhouse Board and Series Crusade Board so anyone concerned
can see were still out here patiently waiting for news.

Meanwhile, gotta go whip up some Bachelor Chow.

Later...
ArcLight

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Subj:	Re: World Watch OnLine 89 - 20 June 1999
Date:	6/23/99 1:17:27 AM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	SPENSER459

Hello all my fellow BBI's,
                                        Its been way to long since I wrote
in!!!!! I Missed being on here. I promised ArcLight a drawing AGES AGO! but I
had since had some family troubles and other things going on, and had fallen
out of reading the mailing list for a month or 2. I do apologize, ArcLight I
am sorry about that. I will get a drawing to you soon I may not send the one
I had before I am thinking of doing a new one, of our dear leader Buckaroo
Banzai. So bare with me all. I am going to watch TABB tonite or tomorrow
again, it has been to long with out. And I do have all of you to thank for
getting back here, I was getting my mailing list here and well I was saving
them to look at later and this last Sunday My computer's hard drive crashed!
I had to reinitialize it and it wiped out everything, so I lost like a month
of the mailing list I had not read. Is there any way to get old issues ? if
not that is cool, I just thought I would ask. And I just read an official
article in Cinescape last month or so on the Buckaroo Banzai Show, which I
knew all about before hand of course cause of the list here but it was cool
to see it in something I just picked up ya know ?

**** Pretty much all of the past issues (and other stuff) are available
on the site. - ArcLight ****

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Subj:	 TV Series Extra Casting?
Date:	6/23/99 11:14:58 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	shakaz@earthlink.net (Pam Noles)

Hey there, BBIs!

So, does anyone have a clue as to how I can find out which casting
agency the developers of the new series will use to find extras for the
show? I live near Hollywood, but I actually have no idea about how that
place works. Yet, I really, really, REALLY want to be an extra in at
least one science fiction show/movie thingie before I die, and it might
as well be this one. (See, I had an offer to be an extra in Starship
Troopers? But I was in California on vacation at the time and lived all
the way on the other side of the country? And couldn't afford to change
my plane ticket? Especially since extras are paid the equivalent of no
real money, if what that man offered is any indication... So I've lived
with crushing pain of regret for YEARS and can't stand it anymore..)

Um. Anyways. I want to be an extra in the Buckaroo tv series. If it's
done in the spirit of the film, I figure they'll need more than one
black person. Maybe I could be one of them!

Tips? Guidance? Derisive mocking laughter? Send it my way!

Cya!

BBI Zulu

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Subj:	 Dragon Tales
Date:	6/27/99 1:14:12 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	alandsmith@uswest.net

> From: <alandsmith@uswest.net>
>
> Greetings!
>
> In issue #88 Spaceman had a link to his web site and offered an
> interesting comparison of Doc Savage and Buckaroo Banzai and their
> teams
> of adventurers. I had heard about the similarities from fellow fans
> but
> not being familiar with Doc Savage I wasn't clear on this. I must say
> that I am well informed after a visit to the site and wish to extend
> my
> appreciation to Spaceman for his fine work and interesting analysis of
>
> these two personalities and their followers.
>
> Also in the same issue J. Morran passed along a link to a site
> dedicated
> to theme screen savers and such including one for Buckaroo Banzai. I
> did
> visit but didn't download. If anyone is using the package offered at
> this site please whisk off a review for us. Is it Mac compatible?
>
> In issue #89, Andrea C. asked about how to become a BBI and if there
> were local fan clubs around. Andrea, it's easy to become a BBI, just
> come up with a handle/nick name for yourself and announce it to us
> here
> in this newsletter. As for the fan club question, that one isn't as
> easily answered. There are few organized troops of BBIs, at lease as
> far
> as this humble Blue Blaze can discern. It seem that many who are
> active
> have their own BB web sites up for visiting and the sharing of BB
> related information. On a more personal note, there use to be a troop
> of
> BBIs here where I live, The Cascade Rangers, but we haven't been
> active
> now for many years. It's hard to keep the interest going in a film
> from
> the mid 80's with no sequel, no mater how great it was. In fact, our
> troop based it's activities around personal/group interests and
> activities. The only thing we did that was remotely related to the
> film
> and the spirit of Team Banzai were our "strike team practices" using
> Lasertag equipment. Even that was just fun exercise in the park or
> someone's yard. We also helped out at local sci fi convention, in the
> spirit of giving to the community, small as the sci fi/ fantasy
> community is in relation to the rest of mundane society. These days I
> believe that the internet has created new opportunities for a
> different
> kind of BBI community and gathering. It's not the same as having your
> fellow BBIs in the same room but there are obvious advantages to the
> electronic community of BBIs to take into consideration. You don't
> have
> to share your Twinkies, you can always find a chair to sit in and if
> someone doesn't shower today, know one will know. <g>
>
> Speaking of BBI communities, the BB onelist e-mail community is
> growing
> little by little. Why in the last two weeks there has been around 100
> messages posted. The range of subjects has been anything from personal
>
> introductions, where the cast is now, suggestions for the cast in the
> Fox tv series (if it happens) and Peter Weller's Birthday. It's fast,
> it's fun and it's free. Just be forewarned, you will get mail from the
>
> list. Some BBIs/fans will prefer to get the posts in the "digest"
> form,
> a bunch of messages all together every so often. Myself, I like to get
>
> them in as timely a fashion as possible so I can reply more
> immediately.
> To saddle up go to: http://www.onelist.com/
>
> This will due for another fine issue of ArcLight's newsletter.
>
> Always True Blue,
> BBI Dragon
>
> A random novel quote- B. Banzai: "The antidote filters the professor
> has
> whipped up will let you see the creatures as I have since yesterday.
> The
> first time you see them they can be pretty intimidating - they're not
> as
> handsome as John Parker."
> John Parker: "Thank you, Buckaroo Banzai."
> B. Banzai: "But there's not time to be frightened. If we fail tonight,
>
> there's no tomorrow. Remember, shoot for their throats and don't offer
>
> them any exposed targets. My job will be to get the Overthruster
> before
> they can cause any problems for John Endall. Reno and Perfect Tommy
> know
> what to do. You're all aware of what happened to Rawhide, so listen to
>
> them. If for any reason this is good-bye..."
> Reno recalls that he doesn't finish the sentence.
>
> Buckaroo's final speech after words and hugs with the Team before
> their
> assault on Yoyodyne.
>

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Subj:	 Lock and Key, Chapter 11, pt.1
Date:	6/25/99 8:43:36 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). People with permission to archive the text know who they are; all
others should e-mail me at BBI_Replay@yahoo.com first. Send comments and
questions to the same address.

Previous chapters may be found in an HTML format in Strike Team
Renegade's archives
(http://tatooine.fortunecity.com/gernsback/207/fiction.html) with new
chapters appearing approximately 2 weeks after they run here. If you need
a piece that isn't there, check out ArcLight's recent zipfiles of the
newsletter or e-mail me.

--------------------------------------------------

Previously--

After an explosion wreaks havoc on their hotel rooms, Team Banzai has
relocated rather hastily to a former school at the edge of the metro
area. Their only wounded from the incident is Replay, who regains
consciousness 3 days after her second exposure to talava. Only she and
Buckaroo are aware at first that she remembers none of them except
Rawhide, whom she'd once drawn and only vaguely recalls. 

Enter the plot complications: Wayback, a telepath who'd been testing
Replay's own psionic abilities to determine what effect, if any, her
prior exposure has had; a storm which borders on being epic in proportion
but which doesn't want to spawn the expected tornadoes; Hanoi Xan's spies
inside Team Banzai; Lindbergh, an intern and the Institute's senior
pilot, who Wayback can't easily read; a suspicious power failure and the
definitely hostile jamming of Team Banzai communications; a police
Captain who considers Team Banzai vigilantes and the Blue Blaze
Irregulars wannabe vigilantes, and who has unwittingly assigned 2 BBIs to
the case; Deng Fat, one of Xan's lieutenants with a particular interest
in Replay, and the World Crime League team working for him who try to
kidnap Reno and Wayback; and a lightning bolt. Further, Replay's cover is
at least partially blown, revealing her true identity -- gypsy resident
Jet Lightfoot -- to Lindbergh.

As Chapter 11 opens, Buckaroo has four major concerns on his mind:
learning what has happened to Reno and Wayback; getting everyone else
clear of the safehouse intact; ascertaining the status of co-pilot Silk
and her security team at the airport; and Jet's condition. Murphy,
however, finds herself dealing with other issues altogether.

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Lock and Key
Chapter Eleven

Murphy wasn't thrilled with the idea of dealing with the FBI; our own
occasional clashes with official Washington tend to make BBIs in general
rather leery of federal involvements, something which she had to deal
with on top of the usual police suspicions that the feds were going to
muck up a case by trying to take it over. Even so, heading back to her
lab seemed infinitely preferable to making herself easy for the captain
to find a second time. She had a moment's thought about checking the gun
in her holdout holster before she went in, but restrained herself. If a
mock FBI agent was going to start shooting in a building full of cops,
the opportunity she'd likely have of preventing anything was next to nil.
If a real FBI agent saw a gun, that could set up a stand-off she didn't
want to be involved with.

She was not surprised to find that the lab door was open. That meant the
fed was probably poking his nose into all kinds of places she didn't
particularly want him to; still, she'd tucked away enough samples of the
evidence for safekeeping that the interference probably wouldn't do all
that much damage to their case. Some of those samples were already on
their way to Institute labs anyway; the Post Office wouldn't let go of
them in transit without a warrant no one would know to get. "Most people
wait until they're invited in," she said as she came through the doorway
and noticed her assumption she'd be dealing with a man was inaccurate
this once.

She staggered and nearly hurt herself on the edge of one counter as the
agent turned around. Murphy recognized the other woman immediately and
only the long months of practice she'd already had at concealing her
Institute affiliations gave her enough control to avoid asking the first
question that came to mind. Something had gone very, very wrong for this
particular visitor to be anywhere within miles of her; the last time
they'd been in the same room, Murphy had been handing her off to a pair
of federal marshals for relocation with a new name and identity. People
didn't just pop back out of the Witness Protection Program's
woodwork. That was tantamount to suicide even if you knew exactly what you
were doing.

"Allie Westin, FBI," said her visitor. It was not a name Murphy knew, but
then, it shouldn't be. "Sorry to startle you like this, but we need to
talk."

No kidding, Murphy thought to herself as she gave her own name. The other
woman hadn't gone as far as having a facelift yet, so there wasn't a lot
she could do beyond that to maintain the illusion that they'd never met.
"So, what does the FBI want with me?" What she really wanted to know is
why they were looking at each other now, scarcely six months later. From
what she'd heard, getting two consecutive life sentences at Marion had
curtailed a lot of Tyrone Anderson's more anti-social activities, but it
hadn't prevented him from making calls which may have had much to do with
other people ending up dead, people who'd been a lot less involved in the
trial than Allie had been.

"I understand you've helped out the marshal service in the past. We have
reason to believe you may have put yourself at more risk than you're
aware of. It's not something I can discuss at length in an unsecured
room."

Since Allie was the reason the marshals had come to Murphy to begin with,
the chemist was rather inclined to believe there was more to it than was
safe to discuss there or anywhere else around the station house. It had
to be something likely to complicate her life; if Tyrone Anderson was out
of jail and looking for her, the news would have come through channels.
And Allie had always known how to get in touch with her on a strictly
unofficial basis if she really needed to; nine weeks of watching her had
made sure of that. Certainly anything that didn't require a face-to-face
would have been less risky for all involved by the time things were
routed through the Institute's sensitive operations section. "I think
you're going to have to convince the Captain," Murphy said, "or sit on me
until I'm off duty."

"Under other circumstances, I wouldn't consider taking you away from the
station for this, but there's reason to believe our man may know enough
to walk in unnoticed," Allie said. "I can't say I think much of your
chances down here if he can. Your standard little surprises could be old
hat for this guy." FBI or not, Allie understood how Murphy thought after
spending nine weeks in the same five-room apartment near SLU with her
before and during the trial; chances were high that she'd already spotted
at least a half dozen of the 'accidents' waiting to happen to an
intruder.

"I don't guess I have much of a choice then, do I?" This was making
things much more interesting than she would have liked, but then, that
seemed to be nothing new these last 24 hours.

"Not really. Sorry." Allie pulled a two-way radio from her purse. It was
already powered up, and she flicked the transmit switch to the VOX
position. "Hammer, this is Reflex."

"Go ahead, Reflex," a male voice answered.

"You're go for phase two. I have contact; we are moving. Repeat, we are
moving."

"Understood; see you at the store. Hammer out."

The radio vanished back into that bag, transmit switch pushed back to
STANDBY so it would squawk if Hammer decided he needed to check in again.
"My partner's having that little chat with your captain. I'd like to get
moving before things get any dicier. If something does come down before
we're clear, I'm driving a gray Probe; spare key's under the pennies in
the ashtray. My partner's name is John Underwood; he can tell you
everything if it comes to that." Allie was gathering up the more
incriminating and personal things from the counter and drawers as she
spoke; she handed the go-phone to Murphy immediately, but said nothing of
it's existence. The rest was small enough to go in Murphy's purse and
Allie's blazer pockets. "Ready?"

"I need to leave a message for Matt Harrison; if he comes looking for me
again and I'm supposed to be here, he'll worry."

"Keep it short; don't tell him anything you can avoid."

"How about a family emergency came up and I'll get back to him when I
can?"

"It'll do."

Murphy nodded and pulled a blank page from the lab book. She wished she
had a way to get the same information to Team Banzai herself, but at
present that wasn't to be; in theory she could call the Institute, but
that was no guarantee that word would reach Big Norse and there wasn't
really the time for it anyway. Harrison, however, could be relied upon to
tell the people who most needed to know. With this in mind, she jotted
down a message that was unremarkable on its surface, most of her meaning
between the lines where few but BBIs could read it. He'd still worry, of
course; she didn't really have any family to justify using that excuse
and neither did he, but they'd long ago worked out that key phrase
between them as a crucial indicator. Little as she liked any of this,
under the circumstances she felt obligated to use it now; it would not
have been fair to give him any reason to think she was being coerced.

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