From: albert@bcm.tmc.edu (Rick Jones)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [KQ] Marcel [Nesters] Floor Show
Message-ID: <14957@gazette.bcm.tmc.edu>
Date: 20 Sep 1992 20:41:18 GMT

> Thk displays the wobbling finger.

	"'Raelf said that the other you in the sewers was a clone
of some sort." Everyone at the table looks at him like he was speaking 
in his native Magna Veritan.  "Oh, I am sorry.  He means that Thk' 
was grown from a piece of you.  He thinks it may be the ring?  I noticed
the day we met, you were missing a hand.  I would guess that the 
ring is keeping the finger alive.  Thk' seemed very unintelligent,
little more than a beast.  And when we fought it, it healed almost instantly
from my strikes.  Perhaps, given enough time, the finger
would grow a hand, and the hand a body."  
	"Ssss.  Let me ssssee."  Thk pulls the ring from the finger,
and it abruptly stopped flopping around.  "Fassssscintating."  He 
dropped the now dead finger on the table, and slid the ring on his
finger.  While the party watched, the cuts and bruises from his
encounter with his wayward clone slowly vanished.  "Thankss for the
information, Marcel."
	"Thank 'Raelf, he figured it out."

> Colin freaks out

	[Alert: Percieved threat.  Reccomend level 2 responce.]
	/Rabbi?/
	
	Colin looks around wildly, then finally the light of reason returns
to his eyes.
	[Threat cessation.]
	/Rabbi?  What's going on with you?/
	[Please rephrase query.]
	/Oh dear./  Marcel thinks back to the time when he was first given the
spirit chip containing the essense of the Rabbi Howard Fishbien.  His mind had
been crushed by the Holy Programmers.  Somehow, he had managed survive the 
chipwashing, and eventually reconstructed his personality.
	/Is it this strange reality that is affecting you, my friend?/
	[Activating Possibility Sorter.....]
	/Abort./  Marcel grimaced.  /What is going on?/
	[Query?]
	/Oh, shut up./

> Azzar gets nekkid
	
	Marcel's jaw drops.  "Lady Azzar!" he shouts.  "Put some clothing on."
Captain still hasn't managed to find his tongue, but his eyes betray his
shock and horror.
	"I did not mean to offend, Lord."   She made no move to cover herself.
Marcel and Captain's blushes were competing for "most bright."  Colin busied
himself with his brady.  Kron was in shock, and Thk just figured it was just a
human mating rutual.  The crowd at Nester's was appreciating the floor show.
	/Reccomendations, Rabbi?/
	[Null threat.]
	/Thanks a lot./
	"Kron, I'm going to administer a sedative, if you and Thk could
keep the mob away."
	Kron tears his eyes away from Azzar's protrate form.  "Uh, yeah,
right.  You bet." 
	"You mean thisss isn't normal human mating behavior?"
	"No," muttered Captain.
	"Pity."
	Marcel pulled a device from his pack.  He kneeled down next to Azzar.
 	"May I... service you, m'lord?"  she ran a hand along his cheek. 
	/If I could blush any more, my face will explode./  He looked her 
in the eye (that seemed the safest part).  "Please hold out your arm."
	"Yes lord," Azzar responded in a husky whisper.  Feelings the church
had taught him to squelch returned embarrasingly strong.  But now, instead
of seeming dirty and wicked, they seemed the most natural thing.  And
hadn't the church been wrong before?  They burned innocents.  To his
eternal shame, he had helped them.  What was wrong with...
	/Stop that, she needs your help./   He angrily pushed the hypospray
onto her arm.  Her eyes glazed over, and she slumped to the groud.   Marcel
quiclky scoops her up, and carries her up to her room, followed by the 
rest of the group.
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ELSEWHERE:
Cheyenne: Stopthat.  You're scaring Terrykron.  

Landa: Awcomeon.It'sfun.

Cheyenne: No, they are to be demoral(scared)ized.  More mindchange and they
will sidetrackandn e v e r  a r r i v e.

SandarTol: Areyoutired,Cheyenne?PerhapsIcouldhelp.

Cheyenne: NO. I control. Kronterry will come.  No more mindchange.

Landa: Verywell.
	
	< R E M O V E  C O M P U L S I O N S >
	
	>>You know, that wasn't very nice, what you did to those people.
I know you won't pay any attention to me, but I just thought it needed
to be said.  Nobody ever listens to me.  Once I -<<

Everyone: DIEKILLPAINFRAGCANCELBENDFOLDSPINDLE!!!!

	>>Oh, was I bothering you?<<	
	
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