World Watch OnLine: The UnOfficial Buckaroo Banzai Mailing List
# 110 (21 November 1999)
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Contents:
Greetings
Have YOU seen Buckaroo?
figment Article
Dragon Tales
Lock and Key, Chapter 14, pt.2

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Greetings,

Holiday season is staring most of us right in the
face. Or stomach, perhaps, if eating is as big a
part of your celebrations as it is around here.

Hope those with travel plans keep an eye out and
be as safe as possible.

Any AOLers been having trouble with the List lately?
Like getting blank messages? (okay, I realize that
if you *do* get blank messages you aren't seeing this.
mainly I'm wondering if anyone knows why this is happening
to at least one of our number.)

'TABB' is coming up on Thursday, too, on the S-F Channel.
11 AM eastern. Definately something to give thanks for.
So it's carved up more than the turkey, at least they're
showing it. 

Later...
ArcLight

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Subj:	 Have YOU seen Buckaroo?
Date:	11/16/99 2:46:16 PM Eastern Standard Time
From:	vicwiz@hotmail.com (Vic Wiznerowski)

HEY ALL --

I've already bombarded the Bunkhouse Wall and the OneList site with this, 
but I figured a direct line to a few BBI heavy-hitters couldn't hurt...

I put up a new website to collect Buckaroo sightings -- you know, like Elvis 
sightings, only better. For example, I saw him having dinner at a Mongolian 
BBQ near the University of Michigan. Where have YOU seen him?

The site is at:

http://members.tripod.com/wiznerowski/isawbb.html

-- have a look, and I'd love to post any sightings you've had as well, just 
a few quick paragraphs. It could be pretty funny if people get into it. Tell 
your family and friends!

Thanks,

-- BBI BLOTTO

**** Got my sighting ready to post. Now I just have to remember
to do it. - ArcLight ****

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Subj:	 figment Article
Date:	11/18/99 11:32:20 AM Eastern Standard Time
From:	Paul.Czaplicki@toyota-europe.com

I surfed over and took a peak at the Sean R. Murphy article at the figment
site
( http://www.figmentfly.com/bb/bbarticle.html.)

It's very well done.  It's a quick and fun read. I recommend it to the group.
Was this the Video Watchdog submission that was mentioned a while back about
the
history of Buckaroo B.?

Also, this left me yearning for some more transcriptions of the directors
cut.
This is probably floating around somewhere.  Anyone know where?

PCz

**** Strike Team Renegade to the rescue. Check out the
site at:

http://www.fortunecity.com/tattooine/gernsback/207/index.html

- ArcLight ****

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Subj:	 Dragon Tales
Date:	11/21/99 1:34:36 PM Eastern Standard Time
From:	alandsmith@uswest.net (Alan (BBI Dragon) Smith)

Well well well,

Here we are the week of Thanksgiving, Xmas less then 5 weeks away and
the year 2000 6 weeks away. I'm going to take this opportunity to relay
what I'm thankful for in the Banzai world. It has been wonderful to have
this subject as an outlet for my creativity and it has given my an
extended sense of community. Even though I don't really know most of
you who get this newsletter, I consider you all part of my world now.
Each week that I toss together a post for ArcLight I keep in mind the
500+ fans and BBIs who have the opportunity to read my thoughts. It's a
weird feeling, a sense of responsibility mixed with the knowledge that
we all influence those around us in varying degrees. Take this
newsletter for instance. The posts here are read by most of you, and
they sometimes inspire you to reply. In the very least they make you
think, or make you aware of something you might have otherwise missed,
or they entertain you for a few minutes once a week.
The BB onelist is a format for more detailed discussion about the Banzai
world and side subjects, but none the less is a communication tool that
about 100 of us use. The twice weekly GABBs or BB chat rooms provide a
more "one on one" dialogue where we share more details about ourselves
and our thoughts. The GABBs are also a great sounding board for ideas on
all things Banzai.
All of these resources contribute to the Banzai world as it exists now.
They keep the flames burning for our fondness for this film, in an
environment with little or no concrete news or development of "new"
Banzai material.
I'm am thankful for you all.

Now moving on to the usual business, the twice weekly GABBs continue as
usual. Next Wednesday at 6 PM (PST) and next Saturday at 9 AM (PST) at
http://home.talkcity.com/
GABBs last about 2 hours. I am having Thanksgiving with my family that
evening so I will be unable to attend, but I know there will be others
there to keep it going. I'll "gabb" with you again next Saturday.

So, what's this about a "BBcon"? Some Virtual-con for Buckaroo Banzai is
it? YES! If you were on the BB onelist or at the GABBs you would have
heard about this "little" project. In a nut shell, it's the idea that we
can do an online BB convention. It would include just about all the
regular features to a "in person" con. The panel discussions and
workshops would take place in a chat room. The Dealers room and Art show
would be on a web site. Any auctions could be done at eBay. We would
line up guests, from the actors and crew members to "Big Name Fans" and
have programming in the form of q's & a's and chat room discussions. For
those guests who can't make it online for the particular weekend, we can
have interview pre-recorded and available at the con's web site.
We are looking for volunteers. People to help out with this project.
There is plenty of room for all interested to get involved. From the
easiest of jobs like being a chat room moderator (help to keep the
discussion on topic and lively) to heading major departments.
You can contact me personally for details on helping out. In the mean
time we are working on setting up a small web site location for updates,
pertinent information and registration. I will keep you informed here on
the WWO too.

As for when to do this online con, the majority of people who have
voiced their opinions seem to be saying that holding off for the
anniversary of TABB would have curtain advantages. Even thought no one
wants to wait that long, it would give us time to get all the little
things done that are needed before hand. Someone at the GABB said it
would also be 'poetic' to have it as close to the anniversary of TABBs
release as possible. That would put it at
August 11, 12 & 13 (close to the anniversary of TABB's release)
(Friday - Sunday)
Suggested hours (subject to modifying): Hours (PST): Friday - 2 PM to 10
PM Sat. - 10 AM to 10 PM Sun. - 9 AM to 5 PM

Well, that's far more than enough for this issue. I'll close with my
usual novel quote and wish you all a safe and fun holiday!

Always True Blue,
BBI Dragon

Random novel quote: Lord Whorfin to his troops: "...History is made
tonight. Character is what you are in the dark! I should slay a score of
you, nay, two score; the sight of your heads rolling would give me
comfort! But in you heads is where your vital essences lives! I need
that essences to fulfill my desire."
--
Your Blue Blaze Irregular site is at: http://www.team-banzai.net/
B. Banzai e-mail list: http://www.onelist.com/subscribe/BuckarooBanzai

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Subj:	 Lock and Key, Chapter 14, pt.2
Date:	11/16/99 8:19:40 PM Eastern Standard Time
From:	jetlightfoot@juno.com

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. 
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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 tornados; Hanoi Xan's spies
inside Team Banzai; Lindbergh, an intern and the Institute's senior
pilot, whom 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; a lightning bolt; a federal witness turned FBI
agent; and two bridges, one closed, the other with a host of problems
including World Watch One at rest upon it. Further, Replay's cover is at
least partially blown, revealing her true identity -- gypsy resident Jet
Lightfoot -- to Lindbergh.

As Chapter 14 began, we met Allie Westin's FBI partner, an Adder named
John Underwood, who'd been tasked with distracting Captain Travis long
enough for Allie to get BBI Murphy well away from the precinct house
before Travis could learn that she was a Blue Blaze and had tipped the
St. Charles police about a possible threat to Reno and Wayback. Crusher
Garbanzo, hoping for once to get arrested, instead got off with a simple
ticket, and tried to resume the pursuit of Reno and Wayback, only to hear
the Earth City explosions in the distance and realize how much trouble he
was really in with his World Crime League superiors.

Chapter 14 resumes aboard World Watch One, with a highway patrolman
feeling slightly out of his league...

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Lock and Key
Chapter Fourteen, pt.2

Under normal circumstances, Buckaroo had no more love for the FBI than
any of us; while Yoyogate hadn't significantly affected our relations
with President Widmark, there have always been highly-placed government
officials who disliked us for one reason or another and the events of
that incident had only added to their numbers. Still, we were scheduled
to perform in Chicago unless the promoters had changed their minds;
having the FBI involved early on might just make that feasible. Jet
probably wasn't going to like it one bit, if for no more reason than her
unfortunate propensity for encountering federal agents who fell far short
of her definition of competence. Her own professionalism was still enough
in evidence to convince him that any objections she had would only come
up in private, and even then it was possible that she'd admit she didn't
see any better options either; she'd never been one to keep her opinions
completely to herself, but neither did she share them readily with
everyone or let them interfere with business.

"That might not be a bad idea," Buckaroo answered the highway patrolman,
startling him slightly. "This may not stay in Missouri."

Rawhide lifted an eyebrow fractionally but said nothing at once; Jet's
reaction was only a fraction more extreme. Much against expectations,
descending back into the relative chaos of our mobile operations center
hadn't reawakened her headache. Indeed, she felt more in her own element
than she had since returning to consciousness; if nearly all the faces
were unfamiliar, the circumstances were not. Strictly speaking, it would
not have constituted a tactical situation for anyone but her, yet people
were clearly functioning in high alert mode, ready for trouble to come
from anywhere. She might not be that thrilled with the idea but had to
admit that getting a few trained sets of eyes into the mix was hardly the
worst they could do, provided there was a practical way of filtering out
any possible troublemakers first. At the least, the FBI people would come
into things with all their usual skills intact, something she couldn't
claim for herself at the moment. Just now, her abilities in that regard
were limited to eye and ear, experience and intellect.  She was operating
at a distinct disadvantage on several accounts and knew it; none of us
would have blamed her in the slightest if she'd stayed upstairs, hiding
like a frightened child. The lady was not so lenient with herself; so
long as there was something useful she was able to do, there would be no
standing down before the crisis ended.

Like most of us, she had no real fondness for the Bureau but in her case
it came from experience, not innate distrust, and she held no real
grudges against them in general; her distaste for their agents was purely
a professional issue and subject to case-by-case review. Rawhide was for
the most part like-minded when it came to government personnel, holding
the INS in higher general esteem but wary of the FBI in particular
because of the way they'd treated Red Di. Yes, there were competent
people in the Bureau that we could afford to trust, not limited to agents
on the verge of a parting of the ways with their employer, but there were
also people who would have enjoyed nothing more than putting us out of
business altogether. With local cops, telling the difference would have
been relatively simple, even for us; with trained field operatives it
became more difficult, perhaps impossible without a telepath to screen
them. "Think we ought to run them past Wayback?" Rawhide asked.

"Among others," said Buckaroo. "Check names with Red Di." He turned back
to the highway patrolman. "Can you put in a word with the Governor?"

"Ah, sure. I'll see what I can do now; it may take awhile."

***

One look at the FBI agent in his office had been enough to tell Wilson
Travis that he had a problem. For one thing, it was the first time he'd
seen a bureau man who wasn't constantly trying to get a look at
everything on the desk, the bookshelves, and the walls. For another, they
seldom came alone; there were usually at least two of them, which had
immediately worried him that he actually had two agents unaccounted for
in the building. John Underwood had disabused him of that notion quickly
enough, but that was the only overt good news which had come from the
conversation.

The worst of it hadn't been said. He'd already known what the FBI thought
of him, but beyond making certain there'd been no evidence for them to
find, he hadn't worried about it much until now. Allegations were well
and good, but until they could prove something, they could make
allegations until they were all blue in the face and nothing would
happen. One of his favorite things about being a police captain was how
simple it made it to make certain evidence either went uncollected,
vanished, was inadvertently contaminated, or otherwise became
inadmissible.

As for handing over one of his officers, Travis was secretly overjoyed to
have Murphy off the hotel investigation for awhile. Anything that
inconvenienced Team Banzai suited him just fine, so long as no one
started making accusations that he was deliberately heel-dragging; it
would be a lot more difficult to control what happened with the evidence
if the Chief suddenly reassigned the incident to the major case squad,
after all. But with the lab technician in charge of things out of the
picture through no fault of his own, the possibilities for creative
alterations suddenly opened up tremendously. She scarcely ever came out
of her lab, so the chance she had of connecting him to anything that
would interest the FBI was anorexic. Still, there had to be something to
this Witness Protection issue and he wondered if maybe that information
would be useful to him. It was definitely time to wander down to
Records...

***

Special Agent Westin didn't have an standard office in the FBI suite of
the Federal Building; instead she had a corner of the lab and a tiny room
scarcely larger than a cubicle for her working files. This being the
case, she took Murphy up to the conference room, pausing only long enough
to announce her return. "I try to let George know what I'm up to when
they might want me," Allie said; "You never know if -- Wilson, wasn't it?
-- might want another consult."

"I know where I'd like to send the fragments," Murphy admitted, "but I
don't think the D.A. would approve." From her tone, it was immediately
apparent that she had no intention of making that particular evidence
vanish altogether; rather, she had doubts that her own department was as
well equipped to analyze them properly as Team Banzai might be.

"You'd be surprised how much trouble 'conflict of interest' issues cause
some of the guys around here. Not a problem I have to deal with much;
people want bombers caught too bad. I wonder if they don't put the wrong
guys away for that occasionally.

"Unfortunately, I can't just go in there and demand custody of the
evidence. Not without a lot more on Travis than I've got. Getting my
hands on even some of it would probably take too long to be useful."

"Well, you probably know his service record better than I do. I've only
known him for about a year; word around the station is that he's been
shuffled around a bit, just enough that we wonder -- we haven't got a
pool on it or anything -- if he's gonna be permanent or gone in six
months. His line's been that he was here to clean up our act; I don't
really know what that means to the guys on the street, but it hasn't
changed much around the station except the language and the paperwork
lag."

"Not enough for you to wonder if he maybe had too much cooperation?"

"No. I try to stay in the lab when I can; if I wasn't a Blue Blaze as
well as a cop, I'd probably have resorted to cosmetic surgery by now, or
gotten a man-hating pit bull I'd take everywhere. It gets old pretty
quick, y'know?"

"I figured that out six months ago. I'm surprised you don't have the pit
bull anyway."

"No space. And so far, it hasn't quite met the legal definition of
harassment. Besides, how would it look on my internship application?"

Allie actually laughed. "Yeah, I can see the kind of looks that'd get,
all right. A cop who needs protection..."

"Well, actually, do me a favor and don't tell your boss this, but I think
I've learned more about self-defense from the Institute seminars I've
actually gotten to than I did at the academy. Those guys don't mess
around."

"Can't afford to, from what I hear."

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