To celebrate a new start [Medical Branch Party]

[Keiji]

Things appeared to have escalated quite abruptly and loudly.
Kahako appeared drunk and childish whilst Ayumu, her date, appeared to have taken it upon himself to handle all the cutlery as he had begun slicing and dicing all the meat like a master chef.
While the man of the hour is busy drinking himself to shame with his summoned dog companion his student attempts to start a drinking contest with some of the other medical specialists at the party.

"Wha? Ju-unk-san? Yar wanna drink wit' us?" A short burly man with a finely groomed mustache stood up from his seating, the others seemed like casual more relaxed guys with their alcohol in hand smiling and laughing, all up until the short man stood up. A group of about 5 men sat quietly as the man interrogated Junko. He looked up at him with a scruffy and dissatisfied look upon his face, almost staring for about 10 seconds until suddenly a smile encroached on his lips. "WELL COME ON AND HAVE A SEAT, BOY! Let's see how much yer stomach can take! I'll take you on me-self!" The man shouted as he slapped Junko's back with a hearty laughter, as he directed him at the seat with the group as one of them started pouring another round.

[OOC: You may go ahead and RP your interaction out with these guys Junko]​

"Ha!, that's a good one Ka-ha-ko-TAN I'll bet Ayumu-san is gonna need a lot of water before this night comes to an end." He was unable to hide a slight smirk and a jokingly raised eyebrow.

"Well then, welcome.. Back? I guess..?" He questioned his own words as he was sitting next to Daisuke as he passed out and one of his paths taking over his seat..
"I assume Daisuke san's doing okay, lying there?" He couldn't help questioning his own sanity by even posing such a question as he pointed at the drowsy looking Daisuke lying on the floor behind the seat, but then again, he had experienced worse thanks to his previous sensei.
"You gonna need any help getting him back home later?" he smiled a little at himself as he switched his attention to Fudo now sitting next to him.

"Welcome to the party both of you, I hope you both can have just as much fun as your friends here," he said as he pointed at Daisuke and Hoshi.
"Junko's apparently busy getting even more drunk, he might pass out in a bit, so keep your eyes out.." he pointed at Junko presumably sitting with some of the other party-goers.
"And right here in front of me, sits the lovely Kahako-TAN and her close friend and presumably ally Ayumu-san." he pointed at Kahako and Ayumu sitting across from himself and presumably beside Saburou with a joking smile.

"Hand me a piece if you can!" The voice of Keiji shimmered through the loud roaring, drinking, and singing gathering in the halls, hopefully Ayumu would hear him saying it.
He had finished his plate and desired a second round as he held the plate up for Ayumu to hand him another piece.

 

[Shinrya Kahako]

"Ha!, that's a good one Ka-ha-ko-TAN…”

*Eye twitch*

She made it as subtle as possible the first time. But really, how much of yourself can you control when you are heavily inebriated? Why was he being so chummy with her? Wasn’t he apart of that Raiden awful etiquette class they had while in the academy? Didn't he know that he was publicly talking down to her? No, this was worse that some easily forgotten courtesy. He was straight up insulting her. Stuffing a few snow peas into her mouth with her chopstick, she moved onto a new tactic. ‘Ignore him and he’ll leave you alone’


Instead, she watched Ayumu perform amazing slices with his sword as many clamored for a piece. Kahako clapped in amazement as how precise he was, a small giggle came from her mouth when she watch him avoid breaking even a tiny piece of the plate. However, she would refrain from asking for a piece herself. Maybe it was because she was the student of the best alchemist in the country that made her think of it at the moment, but a sword had to be maintained, even if it was only for show. And they were maintained with Choji oil and Uchiko powder. The choji oil was by far not poisonous, it being only a mixture of mineral oil and clove oil. Uchiko powder, on the other hand was a stone powder. And some stone powders were quite poisonous. She didn’t exactly know what would happen if ingested, but by the time she thought to voice her concerns Junko has already started eating his slice. If it was only a little, it would be okay… right? She set her drink aside for the night just in case she might have to detox some of her fellow mednin later.

“And right here in front of me, sits the lovely Kahako-TAN…”

*eye TWITCH*

That was it. On top of calling her in such a chummy fashion, he was beginning introducing her to strangers like this. When he asked for a second piece of meat, she smiled a little. “It is a pleasure to meet with you Saburou-sama.” she said. She looked at the passed out Daisuke on the floor. "...Maybe someone should put them on a couch?" She took only a couple more bites, waiting patiently. Oh so patiently… She was waiting until Keiji took a good few bites into his delicious and savory boar. “Oh no!” she exclaimed, standing suddenly.

A couple of things happened when she moved. Firstly, she bumped into the table. It was only a slight bump, but it was enough of a distraction that no one should notice her finger flick once in a weird fashion while her hands moved to the table. The bump, unlike her licking Ayumu’s finger earlier, was intentional. At the same time as when the table jostled, Keiji’s cup tipped over, the liquid spilling in the direction she wanted it to. She was above having it spill on his clothes… but she wasn’t above ruining his dinner. The glass tipped sideways (not at all in the direction that the table moved), its contents pouring onto his meat, sides, and anything else he had decided to put onto his plate. Call it a crazy little retaliation for calling her ‘-TAN’ in front of their superior. "Owwww..." she said rubbing her thigh in mock pain before she looked to her date.

“Ayumu-kun… you don’t clean your swords with uchiko powder, do you?” She asked worriedly. “I’m not entirely certain…” she turned her head and looked at Keiji. It would be glorious if he still had a piece of meat between his teeth. She lifted her hand to her mouth, “...but I think that the stone powder used to clean swords is poisonous to humans…”

Regardless if Ayumu did use the powder or not and regardless if it was poisonous or not… uchiko powder was removed from a sword and only the new oil applied would remain. And that was if the cleaner wasn’t thorough. She had a feeling Ayumu was not a slob when it came to his swords. She just wanted to see if Keiji even HAD an ‘oh shit’ face. If he did, she REALLY wanted to see it.


[spoilername="ooc"]For anyone wondering, Kahako is a water adept, but only a few people know that she is. (probably only Ayumu in this topic)| [MFT][/spoilername]

 

[Kogami Ayumu]

His sword slicing skills seemed to be coming in handy as Ayumu diced up several pieces of meat for those who were requesting some. Junko was first, after the guarantee that the blade had not been dirtied. Daisuke and Hoshi also were served before they each promptly passed out, to Ayumu's amusement. Two new paths took their place and introduced themselves. Ayumu chuckled. The ninja world sure was insane. A man's mind inhabiting several different bodies was supposed to be accepted as normal. Perhaps stranger yet, Ayumu wasn't even surprised. Regardless, maybe the two of them could make use of their fellow path's freshly served meals as they hadn't really been touched. Keiji was also interested in the food being dished out and held out his own plate upon which Ayumu dropped a healthy piece of boar. The only one that didn't seem interested was Kahako whom seemed to be preoccupied with peas.

As Ayumu sat down to begin eating himself, suddenly Kahako shot up from her seat, knocking Keiji's drink over onto his food in the process. Ayumu blinked and looked up at Kahako, wondering what was suddenly the matter. She began to ask Ayumu worriedly what he cleaned his sword with while looking at Keiji who had been eating. She expressed her concern that the cleaning solution was poisonous. Ayumu blinked a few times in confusion, remaining silent for a moment as the statement set in for anybody who was listening. 'Poisonous? But I do this all the time,' he thought, scratching his head. 'Wait, is she just messing with him?' he continued in thought, beginning to realize that he was once again being used for one of the two Med-nin to mess with the other. He sighed, shaking his head and began eating his own piece of the boar.

"It's perfectly safe, I assure you," he said quite confidently after swallowing the bite he had just been chewing. A moment of silence passed as a strange look washed over Ayumu's face, as if he had just caught a whiff of something foul. Suddenly, his eyes widened in shock and his hand shot over his mouth. "HNNNG," he uttered in a deep and guttural voice, suddenly looking very ill. With that, his torso slumped over onto the table with a solid thud, his eyes shut tight. To the naked eye, he wouldn't appear to be moving at all. Several seconds would pass with him motionless and then his lips would twist into a grin as he snickered.

"Nah, just kidding. It's food is fine, I've done this before," he said, opening his eyes and raising himself off of the table to resume eating his meal.

 

[Keiji]

Kahako's initial reactions simply staring at him made him gleam, oh how he enjoyed her frustrations.
Like a dark insanity, or like a sadist, and it was only the dissatisfied look on Kahako's face that could make him feel better.
The nip of her movements and the look on her face would be enough for him to simply enjoy the situation.

After a hearty sip and placing his cup back down Kahako suddenly bursted the table resulting in the drink spoiling his food.
His only reaction was a dissatisfied look upon his face as he was about to speak "Hey.." But he was disrupted as Kahako began speaking.
Her words made his eyes flutter as he thought about it. After a second he realized he had no idea how to confirm her or deny her theory.
He had no idea what uchiko powder was, or what its' properties entails. For all he knew it could be pure uranium.

His face seemed still as he eyed Kahako, simply staring straightly at her, not realizing what her intentions was.
Ayumu sat down and prepared taking a bite himself as he denied her theory mentioning his cleaning methods were far from poisonous.
Except.. After taking a bite his movements jolted a surprise in Keiji he stared blankly as Ayumu coughed and harked.

"seriously?" His mouth gaped a little as Ayumu slumped on the table.
He stared in amazement and with his face entirely pale. His gaze stayed as he touched his own stomach, awaiting its' own revolt.
"Yo-you're kidding.. Right.. ?" His voice trailed off in a worrisome stare. ". . . . Right?"

Suddenly, as Ayumu rose from his act on the table and had a bright smile on his smug of a face. Keiji's face darkened.
In a silence he whispered for only himself to hear "Raiden curse the both of you.." The thinking to himself "I'll get you for that.."
Then rubbing his entire face as he looked up at the ceiling breathing out heavily. Looking back at the others a smile had grown back on his face.
"Got me good there Kahako.." Pointing at her with a fork in the middle of his index and middle finger. Practically ignoring Ayumu's part in the joke.
Above his plate he concentrated chakra in his hands as he did a few handseals then touching the liquid which had spoiled his drink as it suddenly turned into a gaseous form and rose above the plate. And away, out of sight, out of mind.
Then grabbing his glass he held it across the table towards Kahako, "Care to top me off?" He grinned with a friendly demeanor at Ayumu as he held the glass in her direction, expecting her to pour him a new glass of wine.​

 

[Tsuyoshi Junko]

A short man stood in front of Junko, starring him directly in the eyes. "Uumm, What the hell is this guys problem?" Junko thought looking at the pitiful look upon his face. The last thing Junko wanted, was a problem. Within moments, the mans face brightened, bringing Junko comfort with his smile. "Looks like everything's all good!" Junko thought as the man began to speak.

"WELL COME ON AND HAVE A SEAT, BOY! Let's see how much yer stomach can take! I'll take you on me-self!"

"That's what I'm talking about! Lets drink!" Junko shouted. Taking a seat, Junko starred the short man directly in his eyes with fiery determination. To him, no one else existed in the room except his opponent. Surely, Junko wouldn't stop until his opponent was out cold, or at least unable to keep drinking. Drinks began to poor, getting downed easily, almost as if it was water. The table cheered as the two drinking beast engulfed the alcohol, filling themselves up with the boiling beverage.

Junkos body felt as if he had an internal flame blazing within his stomach. His gaze upon his opponent had gradually lowered, leaving his possible victory outcome very questionable. Was he a simple boy trying to play a mans game? Could he really take it? All questions that rose as the intense battle continued.
The two laughed and grunted as spectators watched in excitement. Cheering each individual shinobi on with each drink.

As time passed.....

The two drinkers bodies had become fully intoxicated. Their bodies drifted back and forth as they were nearing the end. A plethora of bottles laid on the table as the the drinkers held their glasses to each others face, their eyes constantly shifting levels as the room spun like a savage hurricane. "Le....go" Junko said with his words slurring, Lifting his drink to his lips, as the short man did as well. Closing his eyes tight, Junko managed to swallow as a thud hit the table. Slamming his glass upon the table, Junko looked at his opponent.</COLOR>

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Face first in the table with his glass spilt, his opponent was out for the count. Lifting from the table, Junko cheered! "WHAAAAAAA!!" Junko said shaking his head with his glass still in hand. Viewers were astonished that he managed to win. "Daisuke Sensei!! I did it!!" Junko shouted to the top of his lungs in excitement.

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beginning a celebration dance, Junko suddenly released a partial amount of warping energy, causing him to vanish. With a quick view of the room, people would now see Junko at his senseis unconscious body, viewing it in unbelief. "Se..ei" Junko said before sitting next to Daisukes body, thinking. Giving off a displeased look.

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[Daigo]

Daisuke had the good sense to summon Fudo and another canine summon prior to Hoshi and he passing out. Truly, he was a fool to participate in a drinking when he had such a low tolerance for alcohol and what made it even worse was that he could have used Fudo or any other path from the start. His path’s might have been reanimated, looked, smelled, and felt very much alive, but they were made up of the deceased. The livers of the dead didn’t work. You could not bring a corpse to inebriation regardless of how much alcohol you shoved down its throat. But what was done was done. Keiji was kind enough to welcome Daisuke’s temporary replacements to the party and made an inquiry regarding Daisuke’s and Hoshi’s bodies as they lied on the floor.

"Oh yeah, I’m good. Well, he’s good. Well, he is me. The real me, so I am okay with him - me sleeping there for now", he said becoming a bit confused with the possession part of his sentences. In truth, he liked to keep his paths close in case something went down. Upon hearing another inquiry from Keiji, he answered again.

"No thanks, but I do appreciate your offer. I’ll just do a reverse summoning jutsu and he - I...will be right at home. ", he added. The future head of surgery was kind enough to inform both Fudo and Saburou of what had occurred thus far in the evening. Everything from Daisuke’s drunkenness to Junko following suite. Things began to take a strange turn when he introduced Kahako. Fudo’s sharingan managed to catch what he believed to be an eye twitch. Fudo and Saburou bowed their heads to those around them as Kahako greeted them. They each expressed their greetings to all at the table and upon mention of Daisuke’s body being moved, Fudo interjected stating that Daisuke and Hoshi were fine where they were already. Although he wasn’t hungry, Fudo and Saburou especially chowed down on the tender pieces of boar perfectly sliced by one of Kumo’s best swordsmen. Daisuke’s consciousness began to reflect back on his days as a chuunin.

For a few months all those years ago, Daisuke was hailed as the strongest chuunin in all of Kumogakure. It was as if there were limitations on the six basic shinobi aspects and Daisuke had broken them all, thus making him more powerful than most of the rookie jounin, but he had access to less jutsu, choosing to focus on the blade. He himself was once a great swordsmen back then, but after spending most of his career as a main branch ninja often killing others who posed a threat to cloud, Daisuke wanted a change of some sort. Eventually, he traded in his skills as a swordsman in for his skills as a medic. Now saving lives instead of taking them. Still, he missed his days as a sword slinger.

His path, Fudo, on the other hand was a bit different. Fudo’s true identity was a formerly deceased member of the anbu black ops, Kaguya Dashi. Sure, Daisuke had to first reanimated Dashi’s remains into a living breathing fully functioning path, then replace all the recreated kaguya blood in his body with strong Uchiha blood, and finally use shock therapy to simulate the genes within the Uchiha blood to awaken the sharingan. Despite all his preparations, it was Dashi all the same. He was a man who had suffered the abuse and neglect of his anbu master and unfortunately began to suffer from mental illness. He was an oddball when he was alive and his death was gruesome, but in death he has found a new purpose.

It seemed to be a small world. Tonight Daisuke met a fellow ninja who was supposedly thrusted into the position of sennin much like himself, happened to be skilled with a blade much like himself, and was a member of the kumo anbu much like Fudo used to be. A loud thud brought Fudo out of his recollection, witnessing Ayumu slumped over on the table seemingly motionless.

"Holy crap! What the f...hey is he faking?", he thought as Ayumu arose admitting that it was just a joke. Fudo showed a sigh of relief while eyeballing Junko at another table. Truly the party was becoming rather lively. Even Junko was doing a celebratory dance. Fudo might have been a kaguya at heart and origin, but he rumor about their dancing skills applied to battle, not the dance floor. When Junko sat next to Daisuke’s body, Fudo replied, "Hey buddy, I’m here. Great job beating that loud mouth!". Saburou nodded his head in agreement while finishing his boar meat and starting on Fudo’s plate.

"Oh, what the hell! Who wants a dance competition? Meet me on the floor in a few minutes!" he announced, trying to be spontaneous.

 

[Shinrya Kahako]

Ahhh… glorious retribution. The carefully blanketed worry on Keiji’s face was all Kahako needed to feel vindicated for the teasing he bestowed on her only moments before. She was going to continue, spiraling into a series of partially fabricated components that could have been in uchiko powder and their effects on the human body. Maybe mention the possibility of Talcum powder being an ingredient, and how too much could cause convulsions and lung failure. Maybe she hint that some of the ingredients used in rodenticide were also used to clean a blade. But before she could mortify her peer more, Ayumu spoke first.

"It's perfectly safe, I assure you…" The sigh was heavy. Its fluctuation depicted frustration, and irritation. Two emotions Kahako did not want Ayumu to ever have in her presence. Immediately her head turned to him, studying his body language as he bit into a piece of his food. His shoulders expressed that he was off put. But by what?

Suddenly, his face changed… rather drastically. A confused panic overcame Kahako when he reached for his mouth. “Ayumu-kun?!” she asked, too intoxicated to realize the ploy. His eyes were wide before he uttered a most terrifying noise to the girl and hit the table. Then… nothing. She looked to Keiji completely shocked and fully believing that something just happened to her date. He was looking mortified at Ayumu’s motionless body. "Yo-you're kidding.. Right.. ?" She immediately began making handseals. “Ayumu-kun!!!” she tried again, desperately praying that she would get response. ‘Oh Raiden, I killed my boyfriend!’ Full blown panic set itself in. If only she said something sooner!...

Then she caught the twist of a grin on his face. The shaking of his body. Laughter. "Nah, just kidding. It's food is fine, I've done this before," he said, opening his eyes and raising himself off of the table to resume eating his meal. Like nothing happened. Kahako stood there just as dumbfounded as Keiji was, chakra pulsing through her hands. ‘I’ve been HAD!’ Immediately, she sat back down in her chair and just stared at him with her mouth partially open. He nearly gave her a heart attack and now he was eating his meal like nothing was wrong.

Anger formed at the pit of her stomach. She wanted to yell and curse at him for scaring her like that. But she couldn’t. Because she realized she had been using Ayumu to get under Keiji’s skin. And as a result, being a horrible date to her supposed lover. The knot in her throat unfurled, and she finished her drink. "I guess I deserved that." she said softly, laughing at it now that her heart wasn't racing. "Got me good there Kahako.." She heard. She looked up at Keiji who pointed a fork in her face. A small frown marred her face at the rude gesture. "Care to top me off?" ‘No, I’d rather toss you out a window, you jerk.’ “Sure,” she said softly, no longer interested in playing their game. She picked up the pitcher of wine before pouring them both a glass. She took another large swig, and her face turned a redder hue. She would have to apologize before the night was through.

As the night progressed, Kahako watched as people began dancing. Even the new Sennin joined in. “Would you like to dance?” she asked Ayumu, not really wanting to partake herself. Junko was currently performing some dangerous and complex moves with a drunken grace only known to a select few. If Ayumu did, she would let him lead her to the dance floor, storing her current guilt away until they were in a private area.

If he didn’t want to dance, Kahako would instead sit beside him and eventually, hold his hand. Open to any conversation he wanted to shoot her way.

 

[Kogami Ayumu]

As Ayumu raised his face from the table he took full joy in observing both Keiji's and Kahako's faces. It was about time he had gotten the chance to pull a prank in this company of pranksters. Keiji's face was probably the most priceless reaction of all, even though he seemed to be pouting about it now. Kahako admitted that she might have deserved it and Ayumu chuckled, giving her a pat on the head. "I'm sure you'll get me back another time," he said as she poured more alcohol for herself and Keiji. Ayumu continued on with his meal, savoring the delicious food he had been graced with for the night. Somewhere nearby, a drinking game was being held which Ayumu loosely paid attention to out of curiosity. A solid thud brought his attention back to it to find that Junko had slammed his glass onto the table and was now yelling victoriously. Apparently he had won, defeating even the stoutest of alcoholics that he had challenged. It was impressive, in a way.

Ayumu's attention was pulled back to the table at which he sat as Kahako piped up, asking if he wanted to dance. An instinctual sense of foreboding washed over him at the suggestion. This was what he was used to feeling any time the thought of dancing came up. Ironically, it was just instinct, as by now he had been forced to learn to dance half-way decently if only for certain political functions. He froze up for a moment, but when he recalled that he did, in fact, know how to boogy, he nodded. "Sure, why not?" he said, taking her hand and standing up, then waiting for her to stand as well. He had finished his meal in record time, so he had no reason to decline. Besides, everybody was getting into it, what kind of bump on a log would he be if he just sat there? Grinning he led her to an open spot on the floor stepping around people that were already dancing.

Once Kahako and Ayumu had reached a clearing with an appropriately large space allotment as to maintain the safety of themselves and other dances, or at least the best they could find, it was time. Without further ado, Ayumu began to bust a move. All of his training had led up to this moment, and he was going to get that lead part if it was the last thing he did. It was up to Kahako and her level of inebriation as to whether or not she would be able to keep up, but Ayumu was definitely doing his thing. "Y'know, they never prepare you in the academy for the number of dances you attend as you move up in your rank!" Ayumu said as he kept on movin' and groovin'. Kahako would find herself spun perhaps more often than was wise for as intoxicated as she was, but at least they would look good doing it.

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[Kogami Ayumu]

After some time, it seemed like the party was winding down a little bit. It was getting a little late, and some people were going to need to nurse some hangovers. Ayumu had gotten a little more drink in him as the night went on and was actually beginning to feel it now, though he didn't realize it. Seeing as the party was beginning to lose its activity, it seemed about time to head out for the night. Ayumu and Kahako both still had to make it back to their homes, and Ayumu was certainly going to walk Kahako back first so he had even further to go. As he walked with her off the dance floor, he turned his head to talk to her. "Well, I think it'sh about time to head out, don't you? I'll walk you home, if you're ready," he said, not noticing the slight slur in his speech. The alcohol seemed to be catching up with him. If Kahako was ready, he would say his goodbyes to the other guests with her and then escort her home.

OoC: Leaving seeing as this has kinda died out! Unless Kahako wants to stick around longer anyway: Topic Left

 

[Tsuyoshi Junko]

[OOC: Wasn't sure who turn it was, but I'll exit to.]

Junko eyelids closed and reopened one by one. He seemed dull, worn out, but mostly drunk. His words slurred and his attention span shortened. It was obvious that he would have one hell of an hangover. Junko could see a lot of people moving as the room slowly spun, making a lot of noise. In a matter of moments, Some individuals seemed to suddenly fade away. The noise level died down and the spinning room became quite spacious.

The Drunk MiT soon stood to his feet, wobbling a bit. "Me Oucha herrree." Junko said making his way to the door. "Ugh, maybe I should've listened to Keiji-San. .... Naaaaahhh, it was worth it, I kicked ass." Junko thought making his exit. Yea he was drunk, but making it home wouldn't be a problem.​

[Topic Left]

 

[Shinrya Kahako]

She wasn’t exactly willing to dance (only feeling obligated to ask him in the first place), but when Ayumu pulled her onto the dance floor, she did not have the coordination to protest. As they began shaking and baking, Kahako felt a little trapped in her kimono. Fortunately Ayumu seemed to help keep her up. She laughed at Ayumu’s comment. “Really they don’t, though to be honest, I have always preferred a more traditional dance.”

As the night progressed, the dancing with Ayumu became more of a blur. They stopped a couple of times to drink… maybe? Kahako had lost count of how many glasses of wine she had. By the time Ayumu asked if she wanted to go home, only a mumbled “mhmm….” could be heard. She went around with him to say their goodbyes (which was really just Ayumu saying goodbye and Kahako leaning heavily into his shoulder while the world around them spun).

On the way out, Kahako mumbled into Ayumu’s shoulder. “Ayumu-kun… can we go skinny dipping?”

There was a slight pause. “With our clothes on, I really just don’t want to wear a bathing suit.”

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[Daigo]

Topic left due to inactivity on my part. Sorry about that. Thanks for the great rp.

 

[Keiji]

[Topic left due to inactivity as well. Sorry guys! Say for going all haywire on this thread.]