From alt.pub.dragons-inn Tue Feb 28 09:24:36 1995 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:8164 Path: netcom.com!ix.netcom.com!howland.reston.ans.net!news.cac.psu.edu!news.pop.psu.edu!hudson.lm.com!godot.cc.duq.edu!news.duke.edu!eff!news.kei.com!simtel!col.hp.com!csn!yuma!holly.ACNS.ColoState.EDU!not-for-mail From: arsmith@holly.ACNS.ColoState.EDU (Alan Smith) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: [Con] Background... Date: 24 Feb 1995 18:31:53 -0700 Organization: Colorado State University, Fort Collins, CO 80523 Lines: 64 Message-ID: <3im1a9$2ftg@holly.ACNS.ColoState.EDU> NNTP-Posting-Host: holly.acns.colostate.edu Authors for this thread: Dennis Brennan (djb6@woodlawn.uchicago.edu) Alan Smith (arsmith@holly.colostate.edu) Standard copyright stuff: Do not copy or sell without asking us, unless you're gonna fairly use it. ADMIN: Looking for authors to join us. If you want in, send email to either one of us. This was envisioned as taking Zero nexus time, so your characters can stay in the adventures they're already in. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- "So," Alan said, looking across at his new aquaintance. "You're Spike Brennan, huh? Good to meet you!" The smaller young man extended his hand and shook firmly with the other. "Call me Dennis." The other replied, replacing his hand by his side after one of the wet-fisher species of handshakes. Dennis didn't tower over Alan, only being a few inches taller than him, but tended towards an athletic solidity while Alan gave the impression of being able to blow away in a stiff breeze. "The dragons inn regulars are up on the third floor, should we join them?" "Sure." Alan replied, grabbing his backpack and accompanying the other to the elevator. "By the way I wanted to compliment you on your work. Chasing you across parahan was really fun." "So," Palandun said, looking across at his new aquaintance. "You're Dougl, huh? Good to meet you!" Dougl looked at his aquaintance and smiled. "Nice to meet you to, Mr?" "Lintesul. Palandun Lintesul. Call me Pal. I'm an administrator at the It-At town hall." Palandun surveyed the common room of the dragons inn, which was doing a brisk business tonight. Listener played a cheery song and the dark corners were filled to capacity with dark cloaked figures who didn't look nearly as morose or dangerous as they usually did. In fact, one of the dark corners was just unforming itself as the couple who had recently occupied it went upstairs to search out dark noncorners when palandun noticed something odd about it. He looked again. The dark corner, instead of unforming in the normal way, was... the closest way to describe it would be to say it was shearing off from reality, employing something of a dimensionless twisting motion as though it were detaching from the fabric of the universe. Palandun's adventures in the shunned center hadn't been without a learning experience or two. "OUT!" He shouted. "Everybody get out NOW. There's some kind of dimensional shift!" Some of the clientel immediately streamed out the door but, as Palandun realized sickeningly, this was the Dragons Inn, and people who weren't afraid of danger tended to frequent here... "What's going--?" Dougl asked as the rift swallowed everybody in the common room... "I don't care if it is screwed up, *I* like the idea of a Broccoli King." Alan said, pacing Dennis down the hall. "It's an example of the - that's peculiar - the underlying hilariousness of everything." "I didn't say it was a *bad* idea." Dennis said, "I just said it wasn't very serious is all. What's peculiar?" "One of those SCAdians in that room back there looked just like I always imagined Pal Lintesul would." "Hmmm. I thought the same thing." "You thought one of them looked like Pal Lintesul?" "No," Dennis replied, "Dougl." "Dougl wouldn't look anything like Pal Lintesul." "You're going to get thwapped if you keep this up." And the two of them turned and entered the room where the writers for Alt.Pub.Dragons-Inn were gathering.