From CHM173S@vma.smsu.edu.Ext (Chris Meadows) Newsgroups: alt.pub.havens-rest Subject: Re: [U/NF/L/Oberon, Inc.] Entering the 'Rest, cont'd Date: Wed, 05 May 93 10:09:01 CDT In article <5MAY199300092484@elroy.uh.edu> cosc19kh@elroy.uh.edu (Happy Mammal Department) writes: > >jmiguel@cco.caltech.edu (John Miguel Baker) writes... > >With a glance at the new lake, the aroma of freshly-brewed coffee strong >in the air, Louis decided to go in of a sudden. Hugging her tail, Louis >rushed in through the Rest's hatch, stumbled somehow, and ended up >gracelessly hugging the droid. Kevin looked up from his (pretty tasteless, actually) nonalcoholic beverage to see some sort of a commotion at the door. He looked up, curious, also aware that the very act of looking up curiously instantly pegged him as a newcomer to this place, but what the hell, right? >It didn't look very cheerful about the situation, and the little rat-girl >fumbled away from it, conscious of a few random stares, grabbed her tail >again, and headed back toward where the bands were collecting, for lack >of a better place to go, head down and shoulders hunched forward >nervously. Her ears twitched. >She tried not to bump into too many chairs. It certainly wouldn't do to >anger anyone, at only a meter-thirty tall or so, and she looked too >confused to deal with anything more than shambling to a seat.... Kevin watched, bemused, as the little rat-girl stumbled between tables, heading toward the stage. He got up, leaving the drink behind ("Next time I think I'll try a beer. So what if I hate beer--gotta be better than that...") and walked toward her. "Oh, yeah, what are you going to do, hand her a flyer?" he muttered to himself. A totally incongruous picture of the small rodentoid sit- ting on an Excalibur 'bike similar to the one he rode came to mind. "Hell, I might as well try to be friendly." He finally got within a few meters of the rat-girl as she headed back toward where the bands were getting together. "Uh, hello," he said nervously. "Er, do you play?" -- Chris Meadows || Andrea & Sheryl CHM173S@SMSVMA.BITNET || [AU] thread, alt.pub.dragons-inn CHM173S@VMA.SMSU.EDU || -------------------------------- CMEADOWS@NYX.CS.DU.EDU || A supporter of rec.arts.creative [ADMIN: Hey, this is my first attempt at a follow-up reply post, go easy on me, okay? :)] From cosc19kh@elroy.uh.edu (Happy Mammal Department) Newsgroups: alt.pub.havens-rest Subject: Re: [U/NF/L/Oberon, Inc.] Entering the 'Rest, cont'd Date: 5 May 1993 11:31 CDT CHM173S@vma.smsu.edu.Ext (Chris Meadows) writes... >>With a glance at the new lake, the aroma of freshly-brewed coffee strong >>in the air, Louis decided to go in of a sudden. Hugging her tail, Louis >>rushed in through the Rest's hatch, stumbled somehow, and ended up >>gracelessly hugging the droid. > >Kevin looked up from his (pretty tasteless, actually) nonalcoholic >beverage to see some sort of a commotion at the door. He looked up, >curious, also aware that the very act of looking up curiously instantly >pegged him as a newcomer to this place, but what the hell, right? > >>It didn't look very cheerful about the situation, and the little rat-girl >>fumbled away from it, conscious of a few random stares, grabbed her tail >>again, and headed back toward where the bands were collecting, for lack >>of a better place to go, head down and shoulders hunched forward >>nervously. Her ears twitched. [Louis heads toward the stage. Kevin moves to interecept....] >He finally got within a few meters of the rat-girl as she headed back >toward where the bands were getting together. "Uh, hello," he said >nervously. "Er, do you play?" At first she didn't notice anyone had said anything, then started a little. She tensed and looked up, holding her tail. The end wiggled a little. "Uhhh," she said, "play, play what?" This wasn't, she thought, some sort of, well, pick-up, was it?? *Another* one? I think I'm going to be sick.... >[ADMIN: Hey, this is my first attempt at a follow-up reply >post, go easy on me, okay? :)] [Hee hee hee...:) ] Donovan / Louis "Burn and rob, burn and rob,/Rock and roll told me to burn and rob...."