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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask....
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2 ************************* INSTALLED: 28 APR 87 ************************
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3 Welcome to BWMS (BackWater Message System) Mike Day System operator
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4 ************************************************************
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5 GENERAL DISCLAIMER: BWMS IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY INFORMATION
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6 PLACED ON THIS SYSTEM.
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7 BWMS was created as an electronic bill board. BWMS is a privately owned
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8 and operated system which is currently open for use by the general public.
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9 no restrictions are placed on the use of the system. As the system is
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10 privately owned, I retain the right to remove any and all messages which
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11 I may find offensive. Because of the limited size of the system, it will be
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12 periodically purged of messages. (only 629 lines of data can be saved)
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13 to leave a message, type 'ENTER' and use ctrl/C or break to get out of the
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14 ENTER mode. The message is automatically stored. If after entering the
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15 message you find you made a mistake, use the replace command to replace
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16 the line. To exit from the system, type 'OFF' then hang up.
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17 type 'HELP' to see other commands that are available on the system.
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18 ***********************************************************
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19
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20 Eschew the implement of correction and vitiate the scion.
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21 *******************************************
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22 ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]
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23 amazing. i made it to the top... say, mike... those little superparsed phrases
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24 you put up are neat. where do you get these, anyhow?
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25 also, does ANYBODY on this board know anything about fractal surfaces,
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26 fractal geometry, fractals in general, cellular automata (graphics), the
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27 mandelbrot set, etc.?
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28 i have been wanting to get explainations & example code for a while now.
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29 i also ghave a friend with a nice color graphics terminal & a *nix system
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30 to run programs on, & those that own the system would no doubt be
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31 anxious to get such code to make their terminal do flips.
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32 jim michaels 231-xxxx
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33
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34 #126 on applephilia
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35 ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]
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36 ++++++++++++++++++ more Milchlurk +++++++++++++++++ 4/28/1987 ++++++++++++++
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37 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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38 &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
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39 and yet another lurker -- we are not alone.
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40 &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& the scarlet lion &&&&&&&
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41 |:!:|:!:|:!:|:!:|:!:|:!:|:!:|:!:|:!:|:!:|:!:|:!:|:!:|:!:|:!:|:!:|
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42 | |
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43 | Starburst - I'm looking into the issue at the moment. |
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44 | Do you have the same business hours as before? |
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45 | Respond on system of your original query. |
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46 | |
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47 |:!:|:!:|:!:|:!:|:!:|:!:|:!:|:!:|:!:|:!:|:!:|:!:|:!:| verty |:!:|
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48
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49 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX (*) IXVIIIVIIVIVIVIIIIII *)
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50 Sorry about the stoopid blunder on the previous disk--I didn't think
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51 the bottom was so close (obviously!). Here's the end portion of that
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52 episode.
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53
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54 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX (*) IXVIIIVIIVIVIVIIIIII *)
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55 With one final glare at the man, T'Chree turned her complete
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56 attention to the dancer. "I'm sorry, my dear," she began. "I think I
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57 should begin again. That boorish man caused me to disclose
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58 information which I was going to include, but further along in my
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59 story."
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60 The so-described boor merely said, "Humph," and returned to his
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61 own table. Try to help out and what kind of thanks do you get, he
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62 thought sourly. Princess Royal, la-de-dah. He noticed that his
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63 friend the Philosopher was still looking a trifle bemused, and decided
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64 to order another round of drinks.
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65 The dancer, while being greatly relieved that the nosey man
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66 finally left, had a new worry. Just who was this Princess T'Chree,
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67 and what did she want with her? It was obvious that she would soon
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68 find out.
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69
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70 Green Eyes (04/29/87)
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71 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX (*) IXVIIIVIIVIVIVIIIIII *)
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72 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]
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73 "Humph", I said, more to myself than to anyone else, as I returned to
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74 my table. Max was still slightly bemused, so I called the barkeep
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75 over and oredered another round.
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76 When he returned with the drinks, I asked him if he could tell Milchar
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77 there appeared to be another dangerous adventure coming up, if he had
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78 recovered from his trip to Erewhon. The barkeep took the message and
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79 said he would tell Milchar. I thought to myself that while a simpleton
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80 barkeep was not nosey, I certainly wished that the Innkeeper would return,
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81 to keep us in drinks and food.
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82 I sat back, and sipped my B&B. I wondered if this wierd "Princess" was
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83 in any way connected with the brick I received on the head a short while
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84 back.
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85 "Probably quite related."
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86 Max startled me with his statement. I keep forgetting that he reads people
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87 as if they were books.
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88 "Hmm. Then do you suppose that she could have had anything to do with
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89 the dissappearance of the old hag?" I still shuddered at the "Princess's"
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90 intimation, but I was concerned about any human life. And most non-human
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91 forms, as well.
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92 "There is definitely some connection between the old woman and the dancer,
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93 like they were related or something. I'm not sure what it is."
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94 "Maybe Milchar can tell us more about it." hoping that he would show up
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95 in person soon.
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96 [][][][][][][][][][][][] Friar [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]
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97
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98 ln 86 - cha/ p / people as if they were/
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99 michaels James: FLATTERY WOULDN'T GET YOU ANYWHERE:::::::::::::::::
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100 ----------------========================>>>>>>>>>>T.R.
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101 So, these people have a most fascinating form of entertainment.
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102 And that fellow over their, he looks put out over something, but
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103 the person beside him appears to be a man of learning, so...
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104 I strolled over to the Philosopher and asked 'Pardon me sir, but you would
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105 seem to be a scholar of sorts?'
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106 -------------------========================>>>>>>>>>>T.R.
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107
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108 ###########################################################################
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109 I was confused, I didn't understand why the door would not open. It was
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110 free of obstruction, there was nothing to prevent it from doing so, there
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111 was no lock, yet still it remained solidly shut. I reached out and tapped
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112 it lightly with my knuckles. It echoed loudly..."blam"..."blam"..."blam"...
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113 even though I had struck it only lightly. As I thought about it, it echoed
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114 again...blam...blam...blam...yet I had not touched it! I rapped on it
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115 again, and almost immediately it was repeated. Someone was on the
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116 otherside! I reached out tenatively..."hello?..."
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117 "At last! We've found you!" The voice shouted in my mind.
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118 I was dazed and confused at first, but then I placed the voice, "Cragmore!"
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119 and there behind him Milchar, and Bard. Even Voyeur looked in from the side
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120 though he seemed a bit more pale and weak than when last I has seen him.
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121 But how could I see him? Then I realized that Milchar was holding one of
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122 his 3x5 cards and moving his hands about wildly speaking strange and
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123 unknowable words. The small circle of visiblity grew and shrank as he moved
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124 his hands. It was then that I realized that Bard was attaching some piece
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125 of equipment to the door. "Cragmore, how did you find the way through?" I
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126 asked.
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127 "We heard you knocking on the door, and I reached out towards you. Milchar
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128 cleared the way with a window spell from one of his cards, and Bard is
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129 useing some sort of gadget to resonate the door at just the right frequency
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130 to let it all through."
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131 "Well, we had better not be too long at this, I can tell by the look on
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132 Milchar's face that this is a great strain on his energy reserves. What is
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133 it that you propse that we do?"
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134 "We've got to get you through somehow, either find a way to open the door,
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135 or a way to slip you through it unopened."
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136 "That seems rather obvious! But, I don't know what will happen should we
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137 open the door, this universe is entirely different than the one of the Inn.
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138 I don't know what would happen should the two meet."
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139 "Well, I'm sure we will figure something o...."
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140 As Cragmore was speaking, the opening through which we spoke began to
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141 shrink, and I could see just before it closed that Milchar had slumped
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142 into a formless pile on the floor. The others turned around as the ever
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143 watchful Voyeur shouted "Milc...." just as the opening closed completely.
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144 ########################### The InnKeeper #################################
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145 ____04/29/87__________________JD 2446915.6291_________20:06:00_PDT_________
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146 xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx
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147 Gildor didn't like interruptions. In the course of the last half
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148 hour, all there had been were interruptions. Gildor was trying very
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149
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150 hard to keep the mage's attention, with very little luck. First that
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151 abomnible dancer and her noisy tamborine, punctuated by a few clinks of
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152 coins tossed in her direction. Chanting loudly an emotion-drawing song
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153 to get more notice! "Argh!" thought Gildor. "Not now!" He usually
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154 appreciated such displays, but was in no mood at this time. His mood
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155 grew worse as Milchar's attention was drawn more and more to the spell-
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156 binding dancer.
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157 When the dancer was finally through, Gildor thought he could regain
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158 the mage's interest. He started in again upon the need for a mage in his
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159 quest, but to no avail. Someone named Cragmore had thrown aside a set of
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160 curtains to reveal a glowing door. That drew everyone's eyes, and Milchar
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161 was immediately up and casting spells on the door. Cragmore, Milchar and
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162 two others were right up on the door, all concentrating hard. That's when
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163 Mel woke up and all hell broke loose.
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164 with all the psi energy in the air, Mel, the skittish little fire-lizard
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165 decided to throw a fit. Not a normal hissy fit where he just disappears
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166 in 'between' for a while. No. This time he had to go off the handle, flying
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167 crazily around the common room of the Inn, clawing people's hats, spilling their
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168 mugs, and tipping wooden plates everywhere. Gildor swore loudly, and tried to
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169 calm his friend, to little avail. Soon the Bartender was giving such a look
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170 that Gildor knew that he better get Mel (and himself) out before they were
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171 forcibly removed.
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172 Then it happened. The gentlemen at the glowing door had no idea what
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173 was happening behind them until the last minute. Mel, in his ignorant fit,
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174 flew smack into the mage at full speed. The window into the door disappeared
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175 as the mage hit the ground.
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176 Gildor and his pal Mel had done it again.
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177 xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx
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178 ch /with/With/
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179 Sorry for all the commotion...
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180 xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx
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181 :::::=====:::::=====
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182 Innkeeper: After dutiful work, I hope that my work has improved somewhat.
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183 Is this so, or am I wrong?
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184 :::::=====:::::=====
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185 All: If you would have him, and it would not interfere with any of the
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186 pre-ordained plot lines for the story, perhaps Zephyr could lend a hand. If
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187 he really exerted himself, perhaps he could Focus & Magnify one of youv
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188 rather unique abilities enough so that you could get a message through or
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189 perhaps make some sort of contact? I will await comment before responding
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190 or acting in the story, so as not to upset the delicate balance I know is so
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191 very important in such works.
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192 :::::=====:::::=====
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193 With great interest, Zephyr noted the commotion going on. Whereas before
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194 he would have had no way to communicate with the assorted parties involved, he
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195 soon remembered that now, being human, he was fully able to speak.
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196 He coughed, cleared his throat, and whispered. "Perhaps I might be of
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197 some assistance?"
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198 :::::=====:::::=====:::::=====:::::==Zephyr::=====:::::=====:::::=====:::::=====
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199 AFTER A FEW HOURS WALKING CLOUDS BEGAN TO FORM AND THE TEMPERATURE QUICKLY
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200 FELL.GATHERING HIS WEATHER BEATEN CLOAK AROUND HIM AND DRAWING THE HOOD
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201 AROUND HIS HEAD HE CONTINUED TRAVELING TOWARDS THE VILLAGE.HE MADE EXCELLENT
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202 TIME AS HE TRAVELED THROUGH THE NIGHT AND BY DAWN THE FOLLOWING DAY HE WAS
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203 WITHIN SIGHT OF THE VILLAGE.HE STOPPED FOR A REST BESIDE A SMALL BROOK AND
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204 RELAXED IN THE MORNING SUN.THIS EVENING HE WOULD ENTER THE VILLAGE AND GO
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205 TO THE INN,SEARCHING FOR A BEING NAMED TREVOR WHITE.
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206
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207 ***********************************04-30-87**0027hrs***CLETUS******************
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208
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209 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
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210 "OH-h-h-h-h, that." Hammond felt relieved. Here, at least, he was on
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211 familiar ground. "This is EXCACTLY the sort of project the Hammond
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212 Armour investment council adores. It gives them modernization and
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213 capital and will be profitable for us. What could possibly be wrong
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214 with it?"
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215 "Nothing wrong with the sentiment," replied Margot, "but it's not
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216 clear that the Albanians want modernization and the word "capital"
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217 is an obscenity there."
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218 "Look, Margot, I've dealt with communists, socialists, and religious
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219 fanatics of all stripes and not one of them has turned their back on
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220 cash. They might not like the WORD "capital", but they love the
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221 green stuff."
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222 Margot stretched deliciously. "Guess who's been to Albania and lives
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223 right in this house?" Hammond ran mentally through the assortment of
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224 musicians, artists, nerds, and dreamers. "Tyler Dalton on some kind
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225 of drug run, I guess."
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226 Margo laughed. "Good guess, but not even close. Come on. I'll show
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227 you." Hamm followed her blond curls as they bounced up to the third
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228 floor. They paused in front of a finely crafted wooden door with a
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229 dark scratched surface.
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230 "Maggie! Of course," smiled Hamm. His knock was answered by a stocky
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231 woman barely five feet tall with short resolutely uncurled gray hair
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232 and wide milky blue eyes. Maggie was in her eighties, lived on a
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233 small pension, and wrote poetry. Like many good poets, she dealt in
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234 dreams and fantasy in her work, but turned a relentlessy realistic
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235 eye on the daily world. Hamm regarded her as a litmus test for bal-
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236 derdash and like to run new ideas past her.
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237 "Well, what do you think of starting a car factory in Albania?" he
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238 asked gamely as she tottered about making tea. The kitchen had a
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239 gorgeous view through the end of a gable, so Maggie had moved her bed
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240 and desk into it and piled everything else in the living room. Margot
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241 perched on the bed while Hamm lounged on the bed.
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242 Maggie snorted. "Sort of like the Yugo, eh? I understand it looks
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243 like a Fiat made in the dark. If you make them in Albania, they pro-
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244 bably will be. The whole country's lit by a 40-watt bulb."
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245 "When were you there, Maggie? Were you with your husband?" Hamm asked.
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246 "Well, my husband was Yugoslavian, you know. We took our summers in
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247 Albania until the Italians took over in '39. It's got a fine coast-
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248 line, you know. Right next to Greece. Warm water, sandy beaches, and
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249 at that time the people were mostly Moslems so the culture was inter-
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250 esting to me." Maggie glowed as she spoke, but abruptly collected
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251 herself. "Now of course it's just a mean-spirited place. Hoxha put
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252 the death grip on it. Maybe he figured the only way to keep it from
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253 being overrun every few years was to make it so ugly and poor nobody'd
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254 want it. Seems to have worked."
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255 Hamm considered all this. "But Hoxha's dead now. Being undervalued
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256 is what makes it a good deal. There's no reason why it can't prosper,
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257 even under communism."
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258 Margot shook her head. "It's not politics. It's more like Maggie
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259 says, mean-spiritedness. Even with Hoxha dead, and no ties to the
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260 Soviets, they keep up this stifling atmosphere. No news comes in or
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261 out, no consumer goods made, constant surveillance against the citi-
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262 zens, and seemingly no desire to change. That's why I sent you that
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263 censored article. That was a FAVORABLE write-up of the government
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264 and it was still sliced to bits."
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265 -------------LATER----
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266 Hammond Armour chewed on all this information as he rode back to the
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267 office. There had to be a way. He ran up the back stairs and burst
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268 into his private quarters. A small elegant man with silver hair and
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269 a sweeping silver moustache sat on his bed. He wore a format black
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270 suit with a red rose in the lapel.
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271 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
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272 ch /format/ /formal/
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273 -+- 273 -+- 629 -+- 04/30/87 06:12
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274 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]
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275 Seeing that Milchar was in good hands, and was much too busy
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276 getting our Innkeeper back to be interested in a possible
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277 abduction, I went out into the night. Maybe some investigation
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278 of the pond would reveal some clue.
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279 [][][][][][][][][][][][] Friar [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]
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280 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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281 Distractions, distractions! The Inn had become busy during my absence, and
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282 things easily piled one atop the other. First this "Gildor" person asks him
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283 about the most dangerous dungeons in seven realities. Next came the much
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284 more interesting distraction of a raggedly-clad dancer. Friar tried to get
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285 my attention (I saw him in the corner of my eye, waving), and as I turned to
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286 speak, a great blast of psi-energy washed over me.
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287 Cragmore was at the door, his sensitiviy turned up to levels dangerous and
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288 painful with this many thinking beings about. His power was such that I could
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289 not avoid hearing the faint voice to which he had responded. The Innkeeper's.
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290 I leapt up and sprinted for the door, ducking beneath a medium-sized flying
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291 lizard who obviously was suffering from the rapid flow of energies.
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292 At Cragmore and Bard's side, I more easily caught the tendril of thought. This
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293 time I grasped it, and held on, fumbling for my pack of 3x5 cards.
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294 A bright yellow one caught my attention, and reading the subtle interplay of
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295 runes created a bright, burning silvery point which rapidly expanded into a
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296 perfectly regular silver rectangle that gave us a view of chaos.
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297 Bard rapidly pressed small squares on his apparatus, and the view grew firmer;
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298 my energies were not as great as usual and without my wand my magicks suffered
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299 somewhat. I channeled more of what I had within into maintaining the silver
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300 window, while others talked; I could not spare the attention.
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301 Exerting myself thus took its toll, much sooner than it should have. I
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302 felt faint-
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303 Something hit me from behind.
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304 +++++++++++++++++++++++ Milchar ++++++++++++++++++++ April 30, 1987 at 1:17pm
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305 ____04/30/87__________________JD 2446916.6109_________19:39:50_PDT_________
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306 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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307 Hamm: Excellent research. M.W.
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308 _________________________________________________________________________
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309 THE EVENING BREEZE HAD PICKED UP AS HE APPROACHED THR LARGE STONE
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310 BUILDING THAT CONTAINED THE INN.THE VARIOUS MOUNTS TETHERED NEAR THE
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311 ENTRANCE WERE ACTING VERY SKITISH.APPARENTLY DUE TO THE PRESENSE OF
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312 A STRANGE METALLIC DEVICE THAT WAS SHARING THE TETHER BAR. TENATIVLY
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313 HE MOUNTED THE STEPS THAT LED TO THE DOOR OF THE INN.HE SILENTLY
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314 GAVE A PRAYER TO ERAN THE FORGER,HOPING THAT THIS TREVOR PERSON WOULD
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315 HAVE THE KNOWLEDGE TO HELP THE GUILD FIND THE CURE TO THE ILLNESS
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316 THAT HAD ALLREADY DEVESTATED THREE TOWNSHIPS BY THE TIME HE HAD LEFT.
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317
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318 *******************************05-01-87***0030hrs***CLETUS***********
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319 AS HE ENTERED THE INN HE WAS SLIGHTLY TAKEN ABACK BUY THE AMOUNT
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320 OF PEOPLE PRESENT AND THE LEVEL OF ACTIVITY.AFTER A MOMENTS PAUSE,HE
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321 MADE HIS WAY TO A SMALL BOOTH AND SAT DOWN WITH HIS BACK TO THE WALL,
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322 SOMETING DONE NOW BY INSTINCT,RATHER THAN BY CONSCIOUS THOUGHT,A
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323 LESSON WELL LEARNED THROUGH TRAINING AND EXPERIENCE.ORDERING A DRINK
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324 HE LEANED BACK AND OBSERVED THE ACTIONS OF THE PATRONS.THERE WAS A
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325 QUITE INDIVIDUAL MUTTERING TO HIMSELF AT ANOTHER TABLE.A PROVOCITIVE
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326 LOOKING LADY WITH A TAMBORINE STANDING NEXT TO LADY THAT HELD HERSELF
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327 WITH A ROYAL ALOOFNESS(PROBABLY ROYALTY)AND A STRANGE DARK HAIRED
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328 PERSON WANDERING AROUND MURMURING ABOUT ROOM 7-17 OR SOMETHING.
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329 TAKING ANOTHER LOOK AND THE STUNNING DANCER,DANTHORN NOTICED THE
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330 STRANGE LOOKING FELINE BEING STANDING NEXT TO A TABLE OCCUPIED BY TWO
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331 INDIVIDUALS.WITH A CLOSER LOOK,HE REALIZED,THAT THIS MUST BE THE
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332 TREVOR WHITE HE HAD BEEN SENT TO LOCATE.FINALLY,SUCCESS AT LAST.NOW
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333 ALL DANTHORN NEEDED TO DO IS TO CONVINCE HIM TO RETURN TO THE FREE-
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334 HOLDS TO THE NORTHWEST WITH HIM.
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335 DANTHORN THOUGHT IT RATHERS STRANGE THAT THE WARDEN GUILDMASTER
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336 HAD BEEN SURE THAT HE WOULD FIND THIS BEING HERE AT THIS TIME.BUT
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337 THAN AGAIN OLD SAUDO SEEMED TO KNOW MANY SECRETS OF THE GREAT TRAVELS
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338 AND THOSE WHO SUCCEED IN THE CROSS OVERS OF THE BOUNDRIES.THIS BEING
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339 THE PRIMARY REASON OF EXISTENCE OF THE WARDENS GUILD.
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340 REMOVING THE HOOD AND LOSENING HIS CLOAK DATHORN SLOWLY RELAXED
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341 AND WAITED FOR MASTER WHITE TO COMPLETE HIS BUSINESS WITH THE OTHERS
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342 .TAKING THE TIME TO CLOSELY OBSERVE MEASURE THIS STRANGE BEING.
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343 *******************************************05-01-87***0427hrs*CLETUS*
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344 OFF
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345 PsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSi
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346
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347 "Get that damned lizard out of here!" Cragmore screamed into the
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348 owner's brain. "We have lost our portal through this door because of your
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349 idiocy." The lizard-man stared blankly as he heard the voice without a
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350 source echo in his head.
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351 "Huh?" he said, still unsure of whether the voice was due to drink
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352 or dementia.
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353 "You heard me. Now take that creature, and it's frenzied antics, and
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354 try not to miss the door on your way out." Cragmore turned to the others.
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355 Milchar still lay on the floor. Bard and voyeur kneeled beside the mage,
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356 trying to wake him up with gentle slaps on the cheeks. "For six months
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357 we have tried to figure out this door. Then the innkeeper dissapears. Now
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358 we know where. So close!" Cragmore pounded the door. It responded with a
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359 dull thud. The clear wrapping the covered the door stuck to Cragmore's
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360 hand. "Ugg. This stuff feels like cold meat." He tried to pull his hand
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361 away. The wrapping held firm. He pulled harder. The covering gave half-
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362 an-inch, but would budge no more. "Gentlemen" Gragmore addressed his two
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363 conscious friends, "I think I may need a little help here."
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364 Bard looked up from his bar-room first aid. A smile crossed his broad
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365 face as he saw Cragmore's predicament. "Get a little stuck there, old
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366 Crag?"
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367 "Enough joking. Can you help me?" Cragmore pulled vainly, but his hand
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368 stuck, the fist still clenched in anger at opportunity missed.
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369 "Voyeur, take a look at this." Bard tapped the other man on the
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370 shoulder. "This super-celophane seems to have taking a strong liking to the
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371 local mind-reader."
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372 "All we need." Voyeur replied. "An unconscious mage and a trapped psi-
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373 specialist. Care to make a guess on the next calamity?"
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374 As Voyeur finished his sentence, a bright light appeared all around the
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375 edges of the door, and a low, loud hum seemed to eminate from behind it.
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376 Everyone in the inn paused what they were doing, as the hum became
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377 louder.
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378 "Oh shi..." Cragmore's words were drowned out by the sound from behind
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379 the door.
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380
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381 PsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSi CRAGMORE PsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpS
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382
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383 DOES ANYONE OUT THERE HAVE KERMIT FOR
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384 THE COMMODORE C64? IF YOU DO PLEASE
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385 LEAVE A MESSAGE FOR DAVE HERE PLEASE
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386 CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC
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387 &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
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388 rough draft off-line -- lurking on-line. so what's new?
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389 &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& the scarlet lion &&&&&&&
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390
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391 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX (*) IXVIIIVIIVIVIVIIIIII *)
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392 Finally feeling sated, the Dancer leaned back from the table and
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393 took a deep breath, at least as deep as possible considering her full
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394 stomach. "My humble thanks, Lady," she said to her companion. "I
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395 hadn't realized quite how long I had gone without food." I do
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396 remember eating a mouse yesterday morning, she thought ruefully. Fine
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397 for a cat but not too sustaining for a human. "Now you said something
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398 about telling me a story. Is this 'story' as in lore or 'story' as in
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399 life?"
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400 The Princess smiled briefly at the dancer's question. "It is a
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401 combination of both," she replied. "There are parts which are
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402 conjecture, based possibly but not provably on scientific fact, and
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403 parts which are recorded history, which is only as accurate and
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404 unbiased as the person writing it."
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405 "In other words, I should take it with 'a grain of salt,' as the
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406 saying goes." the dancer asked.
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407 "Precisely," said the Princess. "However, there are some
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408 essential facts which you must believe to be true, or otherwise there
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409 is no point in continuing our conversation."
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410 "Well, I'll try to keep an open mind about it," the dancer
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411 assured her. "But if there is something that seems too far-fetched, I
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412 may ask for clarification."
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413 "That's fair enough," said T'Chree. She refilled both her cup
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414 and that of the dancer, and began her tale.
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415 "My people, as a humanoid-appearing race, are very young in terms
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416 of galactic history, younger still if you think in intergalactic
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417 terms. However, the life forms from which we evolved were quite old.
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418 Our ancestors most closely resembled the creatures many call birds."
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419 "Our historians and the researchers of antiquity believe that a
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420 prolonged exposure to high levels of radiation were the cause of the
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421 change in our physical structure. They enlisted the aid and
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422 historical resources of an older race long known for scientific study
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423 to find out about any disturbances in our and neighboring solar
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424 systems which might have been the source of this radiation. They have
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425 found, in very old records, mention of a cataclysmic collision of
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426 immense proportions in a galaxy not too far distant from ours. And it
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427 is highly probably that dense clouds of radiation drifted through our
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428 solar system. There is no way of concretely proving that this was
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429 what happened to cause the change in our people, but it is as good an
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430 explanation as any," she said pragmatically.
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431 "Whatever was the cause of change is not really important. What
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432 is vital is that we remain a culturally individual race." The
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433 Princess paused a moment to drink from her glass.
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434 The intensity of her feeling on that point is clearly evident
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435 from her voice, the dancer thought. This just might be my ticket out
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436 of here, I had better be nice. "I don't understand," she said,
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437 surprising herself by actually being interested in the Princess'
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438 story. "How is it that you are losing your racial identity? The
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439 universe is pretty big and varied."
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440 Before answering the dancer's question, T'Chree emptied the wine
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441 jug into their glasses and signaled the barkeep to bring another.
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442 When she was sure that he understood her message she resumed her tale.
|
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443 "Our cultural development, while it is rather recent, has been
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444 greatly speeded by association with other, more advanced races. There
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445 are only a few elements of our current existence which can be traced
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446 back to an earlier time. But these form the very backbone of our
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447 "racial identity" as you call it. It is very important to the older
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448 generations of our people, that these elements not be lost."
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449 "O.K. I follow you so far," replied the dancer. "But where do I
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450 come in? I mean, you didn't feed me just to have somebody to talk to,
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451 right?"
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452 "Very right," the Princess told her, fully smiling for the first
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453 time. "When I saw you dance, and felt the things which you evoked--
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454 even though I have never been a slave or lost my freedom--I knew that
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455 I had found the answer to our problem. You and your dance. Would you
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456 consider working for the Kingdom of Aviana, learning about the
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457 cultural heritage of our people, and then teaching what you have
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458 learned to the young people of our land through your dance?"
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459 Wow! Transportation and a meal ticket all in one! The dancer
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460 was jubilant. Don't look too eager, she cautioned herself, she hasn't
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461 mentioned money yet. "I am interested in what you are proposing," she
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462 said casually to T'Chree. "However, there was nothing mentioned about
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463 recompense. I don't want to appear greed, but I do need to earn a
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464 living."
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465 "Of course," replied T'Chree. "The King has given me a free rein
|
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466 on expenses, so perhaps you would like to name your price?"
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467 "With pleasure," said the dancer.
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468
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469 Green Eyes (05/01/87)
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470 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX (*) IXVIIIVIIVIVIVIIIIII *)
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471 Hooray, hooray the First of May,
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472 outdoor ......................................
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473 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX (*) IXVIIIVIIVIVIVIIIIII *)
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474 outdoors into the rain..... <chuckle> <snort> XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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475 :::::=====:::::=====
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476 Innkeeper: Unfortunately, I cannot Focus or Magnify your knock into some
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477 devastating blow,, so that you could break down the door, but perhaps there
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478 are some among the group that would have more suitable and more easily
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479 Focused abilities?
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480 :::::=====:::::=====:::::=====:::::==Zephyr::=====:::::=====:::::=====:::::=====
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481 ____05/01/87__________________JD 2446917.6935_________21:38:38_PDT_________
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482 VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV
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483 Just a brief log-on to mention that according to my calendar of any and
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484 all holidays, today, May 2, is Rowan Tree day! Hats off to that
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485 noble plant. ^^^^^^^^^^hlurk
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486 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^more adventure stuff anon.^^^^^
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487 %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
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488 Five nights running she dreamed of how she had seen the cat lying dead on
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489 on the sidewalk, legs akimbo, pale fur matted with blood. The first morning
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490 she woke up in a sweat and ran for the bathroom. But as the dream came
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491 again she found herself growing dispassionate, distant: it no longer
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492 had anything to do with her. But in the afternoons, with her feet up
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493 on the couch and her work shoes tumbled on the floor, a mug of something
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494 in her hand, she caught herself looking around as if expecting the cat
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495 to wander in, arrogant and sleek.
|
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496 And she remembered how it had amused her to see it on the front porch
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497 next to the 'for sale' sign when she had come with the realtor.
|
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498 "Does the cat come with the house?" she'd asked. Mrs. McGrier,
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499 in her dry way, answered, "You'll have to ask the beast yourself."
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500 She had meant to, when she saw it again, but someone had killed it. A
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501 car, she supposed. It had the look. And she caught herself thinking
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502 about it again and slammed her files together, standing up from the desk
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503 in her office and catching her nylons on the edge. "Damn," she muttered,
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504 glancing down. "Another run."
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505 Shelley, the cheerful blonde receptionist, offered her nail polish. Kate
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506 said, "Thanks, but this pair's shot. I'll run down to the Quick-shop at
|
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507 break."
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508 "Go now," Shelley suggested. "It's slow, and Mr. Brant won't be
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509 back for an hour." "I will," Kate decided. "Will you tag these for him?"
|
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510 "Sure. Could you pick me up a candy bar?"
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511 With Shelley's fifty cents in hand, Kate ducked back into her office for
|
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512 her purse. The Quick-shop was only a block away. She hurried, wishing she
|
||
513 had thought to bring her sweater.
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||
514 The nylons and candy bar were bagged, paid for; she was turning to go when
|
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515 she saw the two children, a boy and a girl, lugging a carton between them.
|
||
516 "Free kittens," the boy said, catching her eye. "Real pretty ones--"
|
||
517 On impulse Kate looked into the carton. "They look too young," she said.
|
||
518 "They're weaned," the girl added earnestly. Four bundles of fur and meow
|
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519 lifted yellow-gold-green eyes to Kate. "I'll take one," she said. "The
|
||
520 speckled one."
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521 "That's a girl," the boy said. Kate pulled out a dollar. "Here. I hope
|
||
522 you find homes for the rest of them." "Thank you," both children said.
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523 Kate regarded the kitten dubiously. "How am I going to get you home?"
|
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524 The woman behind the counter said, "I have a box, and a bit of rag.
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525 Those kids are in every year with kittens." "Thanks," Kate said. "I
|
||
526 suppose I should get cat food. I've never had a pet." The kitten was
|
||
527 warm and squirming in her hands. She set it into the offered box.
|
||
528 Ten minutes later she was struggling with the box and two sacks and an
|
||
529 elevator button. "Here, let me," a male voice said. He sounded amused.
|
||
530 "That's a woman for you. Five minutes on a break to pick up nylons and
|
||
531 she comes back with a week's groceries."
|
||
532 Kate flushed. "It isn't groceries. It's a kitten."
|
||
533 "All that?" They stepped into the elevator. He raised a dark eyebrow.
|
||
534 "Yes," Kate said firmly. Just then the kitten made a lunge against the side
|
||
535 of his box, it slipped, she dropped everything else. Her benefactor picked
|
||
536 up the sacks, smiling. Kate saw the nylons sticking out and started
|
||
537 laughing. "Well--"
|
||
538 %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%Centhirae%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
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539
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540 ^(*(#+^(+#$*(#^*+@_%_@#+%(@#%|@%(*+_!_*@%_*@_%_@#(%|@#(%+@__%(@*%@+_*!+%__(%+
|
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541 Any word from Dovestriev@kremvax?
|
||
542 _)(#_%*%_!)*$_!)#~_%*_#_!))$*!_))* L'homme sans Parity (%_()%_*_)@$*(@@@$!_(%
|
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543 ____05/03/87__________________JD 2446919.5909_________19:10:53_PDT_________
|
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544 1. The post-AGE - Who even thinks to ask anymore - what becomes of the
|
||
545 work of art in the world of mass production? No: WHAT CAN ART WORK TO GIVE the
|
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546 world of mass production? What resuscitation? What tricks? What cunning? These
|
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547 are the questions...
|
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548 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~05~04~87~~17~25~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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549 ::::::O O::::::::::05/04/87::::::::::voyeur::::::::::17:46:05::::::::::O O::::::
|
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550 ____05/04/87__________________JD 2446920.6124_________19:41:58_PDT_________
|
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551 <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>
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552 This thing is still here? -aa
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553 <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>
|
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554 Yeah, well it's one of those "There isn't enough room to post my
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555 entry" situations.
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556
|
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557 -----------
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558 Good Grief! How long is your entry? There's 74 lines left!
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559
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560 ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
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561 There certainly are a lot of lines left,
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562 I figure about 71 lines left actually.]
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563 Or rather about 67 left with this line....
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564 Gad, I haven't seen lines left on this disk
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565 in ages! Mikey must be getting tired of
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566 seeing the disk not moving so changed it
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567 anyway. I wonder if this thing will "go away"
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568 before it even gets full?
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569 ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
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570
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571 Well, that depends on whether disk A fills quickly or not, and
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572 whether anyone else ebters anything here to fill it up before
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573 Drive A gets full and Mikey moves the disk over to here thus
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574 moving this disk into the dusty and never to be seen again
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575 archives.
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576
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577 mememememememememememememememememememememememememememememememememememememememem
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578 Hello anyone out there? hello? oh well.....
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579
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580 hey, only 50 lines left!
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581
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582 No it's not, there are only 48 left by my count!
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583
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584 who says... I count it as 46....
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585
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586 ...................................................................
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587
|
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588 en
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589 ummmm, I count 40 myself......
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590 39
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591 38
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592 37!
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593 WHO CARES?
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594 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]
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595 I thought the back page of BWMS might be a good place to look
|
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596 upon the fate of the now defunct Hart for President organization.
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597 A question - Has anyone thought that the fall of Gary Hart looked
|
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598 rather contrived? Here is a man who has every appearance of
|
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599 being intelligent, yet he says to go ahead and follow me, as
|
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600 **You will find it extremely dull** (Emphasis mine.) Now
|
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601 saying that to reporters is rather like saying "Sic'em" to a
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602 dog, is it not? And then he does something that he knows could
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603 be easily misconstrued.
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604 Maybe he wanted out? Maybe he really never wanted to run for
|
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605 President, but the party made him do it? I don't know, but
|
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606 does the theory have any merit?
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607 Let me know what you think, those of you who frequent the back
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608 page of Back waters.
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609 [][][][][][][][][][][] Friar [][][][][][][][][][][][][][]
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610 look, only 20 lines left
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611 no 19
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612 no, it's 18
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613 ....
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614 Well, it looks like this is the place to be when da fills up. +Gary+
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