From: mcspikgfm@dct.ac.uk Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: [ST] Zach and Mel. How about me?!?! Message-ID: <1992Nov12.140121.1310@dct.ac.uk> Date: 12 Nov 92 14:01:21 GMT References: <1992Nov6.235705.7959@black.ox.ac.uk> <1992Nov9.090111.3798@wkuvx1.bitnet> In article , jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT)) writes: > In article <1992Nov9.090111.3798@wkuvx1.bitnet> fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet writes: > >>> "So would you care to consider joining an expeditione to the tente?" > Mel looks away from her new companion and turns her slightly worrying smile on Kirkil. " Why of course I will join you in your endevour. I am here for rest, but the best rest I can get is a good dose of fun and excitement. Tell me when we are to check the tent. Perhaps at night, or do you plan to keep it under watch in case anything else happens. I am afraid I will have to put 'Cutsie' upstairs at the moment as he is attracting some attention. Perhaps one of you lovely gentlemen will come and call me if you are leaving quickly". Mel then leans over to Kirkil and whispers in his ear. " Watch Zacharia, I don't know what the purifier might do to him, and he does want to accompany us. I am positive of it. I can see it is his eyes. Anyway, its nearly night anyway so perhaps a spot of sneaking around the tent would be useful". " Gentlemen and lady" she says bowing to the table, "I hope you will appraise me with the situation when I come back down, or when you come to call. If there is anything urgent, all you need to do is knock on the door. I should be able to get down here in a minute or two. And now my good friends, I bid you goodbye, for I have an experiment to carry out on my 'stiff' friend. Hopefully it will be a very pleasurable time had by all concerned". With that she gets up and sweeps across the room to the table where she earlier left her statue-like companion. She picks him up and drags him towards the stairs. Some of the less hardened adventures turn away with grimaces of pain as she drags him feet first up the stairs. The solid thunks that eminate around the Inn from the fighters armoured helm clattering off every step stop as she manages to reach the top of the stairs. With a flourish of her long hair she walks out of sight of Kirkil and the gathered group. [ADMIN: Ok, Mel forgot to mention the room number, but I'm sure Littlefair will pass it on. She is available at any time to start off on her 'restful holiday'!] Mel. mcspikgfm@dct.ac.uk " Under the light of a Full Moon, even rivers of blood run golden.."