From alt.pub.dragons-inn Tue May 24 19:37:56 1994 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:7292 Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Path: netcom.com!netcomsv!netcomsv!amd!amdahl!pacbell.com!ihnp4.ucsd.edu!usc!math.ohio-state.edu!magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu!csn!yuma!lamar!arsmith From: arsmith@lamar.ColoState.EDU (Alan Smith) Subject: [PARTY2][Colony] Skinny Dip Sender: news@yuma.ACNS.ColoState.EDU (News Account) Message-ID: Date: Tue, 24 May 1994 19:04:12 GMT References: <2rs22k$rdb@anshar.shadow.net> Nntp-Posting-Host: lamar.acns.colostate.edu Organization: Colorado State University, Fort Collins, CO 80523 Lines: 47 ADMIN: This partty is in addition to, not instead of, Luthor's party. There are some stories yet to be told in the [Colony] thread. Anyway, don't even prep, just feel free to leap in. Like I said, you can make both parties. Bismanian ceremonies tend to be of two different kinds: long, dull affairs broken only by the odd nightfall and very brief dos where everybody is anxious to do something else. Fortunately, nobody wanted to have the first kind of ceremony when the new Town Hall was opened, especially since it coincidentally fell on the day of the Generican Anniversary. So the ceremony was kept brief: a ribbon was snipped, doors to the public area of the colony town hall were opened, and everybody started to cheer. Various bands were strung out along the main streets of the colony, and as soon as the cheer rose they struck up and began playing various forms of music from the West Continent and islands... "Wow!" Palandun said, striking up a conversation with a patrolman on duty to keep theives down. "We didn't have these in It-Atta! Makes you feel there's hope for humanity after all." "Yeah, well." The patrolman, who was from the much larger settlement of It-Koltor, said, "Look at that poor sob." He indicated a somewhat lost-looking figure who was wandering around aimlessly wearing a big sign that read: > млллллм лл млл оллн млллллм млллллм лл лл ллллллм оллн ллллллм > ллмммм ллмллп лл лл лл лл лл ллм млл лл лл лл ллмммлл > пппплл ллпллм лл лл лл лл лл плллп лл лл лл ллпппп > плллллп лл плл оллн лл лл лл лл олн ллллллп оллн лл > *** THIGH CREAM *** "Blech!" Palandun said. "Who'd want a cream made out of thighs!" "I dunno, but I'm not sure he's sane. Thing is, until he bugs somebody I can't arrest him." The patrolman sighed. "Hello, patrolman?" A colonist said, making her way out of the crowd. "That man, there, with the sign, has been harassing a lot of people." Palandun and the Patrolman exchanged significant looks. ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** "Welcome to the hotel california." the Patrolman said as Palandun gave the stranger a shove into one of the cells beneath the Hall. "You're our first guest. Hope the accomodations are to your liking." The cell shut and locked with a clang.