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From: aw434@FreeNet.Carleton.CA (David Womack)
Subject: Re: Pointer -> descriptively interactive?
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>Thus far, his attempts to discover a part of the net that would support
>descriptively interactive creative writing had all come to nought.  In
>fact, although both alt.starfleet.rpg and rec.arts.prose had seemed likely
>candidates, they were both too limited or too strict in in their definition
>of 'reality'.  Perhaps here at alt.pub.dragons-inn he would at last find a
>kindred spirit or two.
>
>Formore was a LONG way from the dimension of the Starship Artifact, and >he
>knew that eventually he would simply give up on this unlikely quest.  Of
>course, if any of the other researchers on the ship knew that he was trying
>to link the environment of the ship to this other 'place', he was certain
>that they'd shake their collective heads sadly at his foolishness...his
>senior researcher status not-with-standing.
>
>He could almost see the current captain (an amoeboid "not-food" called
>Bigal) explaining how unlikely it would be to find a trans-dimensional
>communication point that could possibly match what those on the starship
>had accomplished over the last four years. (VERY unlikely = impossible?)
>
>With a sigh, Foxie pulls over a small wooden crate (probably used to
>transport chickens or something) and props up his tired legs as he fills
>his pipe and looks around the room.
>
># If you understand what I'm trying to do here, then please jump in and
># help out.  Or tell me the best usegroup to try this!  Thanks in advance.

Jones noticed the traveller...who didn't look quite as out of place as
did Jones.  At any rate, one never knew where business might be
done.  

Jones (dressed in a dark suit, sunglasses <Yes, inside the Inn>, and
a tan trenchcoat...with a bulge under the left shoulder of the suit) 
walks over to Foxmore, extends a hand, and smiles.
After introductions, Jones offers to buy F. a drink...
Jones says to F. "So...are you a tourist like myself?  You
do not appear to be one of the usual idealistic crusaders who
seem to pass this way."


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