From CHM173S@vma.smsu.edu (Chris Meadows) Newsgroups: alt.pub.havens-rest Subject: Re: "U/NF/L/Oberon, Inc." Boy Meets Rat (Boy Loses Rat?) Date: Wed, 05 May 93 11:57:44 CDT In article <5MAY199311312263@elroy.uh.edu> cosc19kh@elroy.uh.edu (Happy Mammal Department) writes: > >CHM173S@vma.smsu.edu.Ext (Chris Meadows) writes... [Louis enters, bumps into robot] >>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? >[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.... Kevin noticed her expression. Oh, great, he thought. That one could have come right off one of the ancient David Letterman top ten lists of worst pickup lines. "Oh, er, I just saw you heading toward the band, and I, uh--oh, hell, just trying to be friendly." He shrugged, face turning red. "I hope you don't think I'm trying to--Oh, here, have a flyer." He handed her one of the fliers, and turned to make his way backto his seat. This is what the flier said: ----------------------------------------------- ANNOUNCING THE GRAND OPENING OF OBERON, INC. A Company With a Remarkable New Product, So Remarkable That We Can't Even Tell You What it Is! FREE FOOD -- DOOR PRIZES We're Giving Away Five of Our Product ABSOLUTELY FREE!!! Come to Our Showroom and See the Applications of this Remarkable New Machine! ____________________ | | | o --> X | | | | | o ______| | | | | | | _______ | |____________________| MAP TO OUR SHOWROOM You'll be amazed! If You Value Recreation, You Can't Afford to Miss This! For More Information, Contact Kevin or Jerry Wycoff, at kevwyc@oberon.corp.ser or jerwyc@oberon.corp.ser ----------------------------------------------- [ADMIN: I'm ret-conning the announcements I put up in the Haven's Rest to the above, to include mention of the free food and product giveaway. Isn't this handy? If this were RL I would have to go to the printer and shell out a bundle for that...Please erase it in your followup.] >>[ADMIN: Hey, this is my first attempt at a follow-up reply >>post, go easy on me, okay? :)] > >[Hee hee hee...:) ] Obligatory Duran Duran quote: "You say you're easy on me/You're about as easy as a nuclear war..." (Is There Something I Should Know) -- 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 From cosc19kh@elroy.uh.edu (Happy Mammal Department) Newsgroups: alt.pub.havens-rest Subject: [Louis/Oberon, Inc.] Curiosity, etc. Date: 6 May 1993 00:07 CDT CHM173S@vma.smsu.edu (Chris Meadows) writes... >>[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.... > >Kevin noticed her expression. Oh, great, he thought. That one could >have come right off one of the ancient David Letterman top ten lists >of worst pickup lines. "Oh, er, I just saw you heading toward the band, >and I, uh--oh, hell, just trying to be friendly." He shrugged, face >turning red. "I hope you don't think I'm trying to--Oh, here, have a >flyer." He handed her one of the fliers, and turned to make his way >backto his seat. > >This is what the flier said: > > ----------------------------------------------- > ANNOUNCING THE GRAND OPENING OF OBERON, INC. [Assorted ad things....] > FREE FOOD -- DOOR PRIZES She looked around, a vague expression on her little ratty head, thinking. It wasn't so much thinking as lusting, actually. In the past four days or so, since she'd, well, woken [not a real word. Do not try this at home] up in a dumpster, she eaten... not much. She'd picked up a perfectly good corn dog, wrapped and everything, off the hood of a truck the day before. That was about it. Her body didn't really require too much food, she'd been learning. (Or sleep. It got bloody boring sitting in the 'Rest's parking lot and staring around, all fifteen hours of the night. But that was another subject entirely.) Just the same, food sounded good, after all the mess with the band and the aliens and the coffee. Besides--what could this mysterious product be? Stupid novelty things came to mind for no reason, like fake- nose glasses and disappearing ink. One thing she'd never been able to stand since... *before*... was suspense. What could it be? Well, if it was a better mousetrap, that would be *it*, bro-ther. The cigarette smoke was starting to get at her, too, as she stood there in the middle of the 'Rest reading the flyer. The showroom didn't seem to be too far away, and even if the elusive we-can't-tell-you-what-it-is thing turned out to be a new kind of eggbeater, or something else that was so mundane they couldn't possibly mention it and still expect people to walk in, so what? Free food. With a glance at the band (she figured they didn't really need her standing around and being stupid), and a second at the guy who'd handed her the flyer, she turned and headed out the hatch and off to the showroom of Oberon, Inc. And thought about cigarettes. Donovan / Louis "Anything like the sound of a rat Makes my heart go pit-a-pat!" --"The Pied Piper of Hamlin", st. iv