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Wednesday 11/14/90 20:48:02 PM From Luther Arkwright
Wednesday 11/14/90 21:22:10 PM From TaleTeller
Thursday 11/15/90 01:40:10 AM From BigBrother
Thursday 11/15/90 03:03:07 AM From ford prefect
Thursday 11/15/90 05:08:53 AM From Red Dorakeen
Thursday 11/15/90 08:15:08 AM From Belgarath
Thursday 11/15/90 10:14:48 AM From Cat
Thursday 11/15/90 14:28:57 PM From TaleTeller
Thursday 11/15/90 18:38:54 PM From Kytyn
Friday 11/16/90 00:45:19 AM From The Maven
Friday 11/16/90 03:34:26 AM From ford prefect
Friday 11/16/90 08:24:33 AM From Megan
Friday 11/16/90 10:07:47 AM From Red Dorakeen
Friday 11/16/90 22:11:26 PM From Belgarath
Friday 11/16/90 22:35:22 PM From Luther Arkwright
Saturday 11/17/90 06:40:17 AM From [====] TaleTeller [!!]
Saturday 11/17/90 09:46:23 AM From Megan
tasselhoff wanders in and sits next to taleteller and asked for a fry then wanders over to belgarath and gives him a good scratch behind his ears then goes over to the pinball machines and starts playing.
The door swings open and Jabberwock walks in, sketchbook in hand. She's looking a bit green and a bit scaly, but not near as ferocious as rumored. In fact, she looks downright friendly, and not dangerous at all. She flips her hood down from her head, and smiles. She skips over to the bar, tweaks ford on the nose (which ruins his serious image instantly), yells hello to Red at the pinball machine, and gives Kytyn and Belgarath scratches under the chin. Blinking momentarily and grinning widely, Jabberwock then orders some Mango soup...
ford concentrates on being serious some more REAL HARD.
"Belgarath, 'wolfling' does not necessarily refer to just age... I could just as easily be called 'catling'. It simply means one who is as a wolf (or cat)," Kytyn begins to speak, then pauses, and switches into a lithesome Ilyndian, then into a black and silver wolf with a silver moon on throat and brow.
"Others, of course would simply call me chaos-tainted, or Ilyndian, or shapechanger, but these and this." briefly forming a small dragonlike form, "are my favorites."
Tasselhoff loses the pinball game quick and walks over to a table after say a few things to the pinball machine and sits down and yells waiter the waiter comes very quickly and asked what he wants tasselhoff says a coke please and asked taleteller if he can buy her a drink
Bobbie saunters into the bar....thinking what a nice place it is she decides it's time to go over and reintroduce herself to TT....I don't think she remembers me....
Luther puts down pen and pad of paper and saunters up to the bar. He packs his pipe with some good fropp, orders a Ballard Bitter, (on tap, of course) and decides to loan some punctuation marks to Tasselhoff.
...sliding into the back corner of a booth, The Silent Observer pulls a menu from the little circular clip, flips the pages back and forth for a few moments, and then re-clips it just as the waiter (is that REALLY Gonzo?) walks up.
"I'd like the 9 oz. Sirloin, Medium Rare, with a baker and all the trimmings, and salad with Roquefort. And bring me a Pyramid Wheaten right away, please?"
...as the waiter (no, can't be Gonzo...there's no chickens around) heads back toward the kitchen, the Observer drains the ice water, pulls a book from his pocket, opens it to the marked page, and begins to read.
BZZZZT! "Match! Yes!
oh, hi Jabberwock." Ka-Chunk! Beeep Bing thump thump wheeeeooooooo!
"cause it's a dry, dry... county... such a dry, dry, county...."
TT pokes her head up and eyes the waiter. "Yeah, it IS Gonzo! Wow, wonder if there are any others here?" We glance around. In one corner sits a big black dog looking miserably around for help. A two+ year old boy is busy petting him. TT accepts the offered drink from whuzzizname, a grape Kool-Aid for the time being, and intersperses herself between all approaching males and her friend in an action that looks automatic. Passes greetings along to Bobbie, yes she remembers this girl. Isn't she going out with Red? Or is that a vicious rumor having no basis in fact. Anyway, what a world. Keeping her eyes peeled, TT heads to the grill and orders a tender steak to bring back to the table with some delicious carrot cake. Offers some to Megan as TT sits.
TT accepts the offered drink from whuzzizname, a grape Kool-Aid for the time being, and intersperses herself between all approaching males and her friend in an action that looks automatic. Passes greetings along to Bobbie, yes she remembers this girl. Isn't she going out with Red? Or is that a vicious rumor having no basis in fact. Anyway, what a world. Keeping her eyes peeled, TT heads to the grill and orders a tender steak to bring back to the table with some delicious carrot cake. Offers some to Megan as TT sits.
Bobbie looks up as the bartender comes by...Uhmmm, could I please have a Mocha and Baileys....It's awful cold out today...
As Kytyn finishes her Steak Tatar, she gestures to the waiter, "Garcon, one Tullemore Dew and a vahkeil on the rocks please." Daintily finishing off her drinks, Kytyn then finishes her toilette and goes over to the corner where Belgarath is being pestered by a small child. "Belga-rr-ath, (rolled 'r') would you like some assistance in escaping this child?"
BZZZZT. fweeeeee---ooop! "rats, that's the game then. at least I got on the high score list."
"Space junk... cosmic fog... ozone holes, better put up my umbrell- CLICK!-"
"Oh, hello, all. haven't see a few in awhile... TT, have you met my wife yet? No? Oh. Bobbie, this is Taleteller, sometimes ID-scanned as a Willun. TT, this is Bobbie, my wife. She's a sweetheart, you'll like her a whole lot. Waiter! Ah, Garcon! Bon. Je desire un de coq au vin, une salade vinaigrette, et un tasse de Courvoisier. et VITE, j'ai beaucoup de faim!"
There's an enthusiastic shaking of hands all around. TT comments to Bobbie, "Y'know, we have good lighting in here but I just can't make out what you look like. Perhaps the two of you can come over to my place of residence sometime and I can inflict British comedy and Japanese animation on you."
From various corners of the room come both groans and whoops of delight, and a number of "Can I come too?" voices.
"Sure, sure, the more the merrier. Sometime when there's not a CB, maybe."
ford looks up and sees the waiter on the other side of the restaurant. he gets up on the table and shreds his shirt, exposing well-developed pecs and abs. he starts shakin' and boppin' and eventually the waiter comes by. ford gets down and orders. 'unboned real dead crunchy frog, please.'
he turns to hear Jabberwock say 'make it two.'
"Make mine Manila," says San San.
a dark robed male entered the door slowly and quickly moves to a dark shadowy area of a table. He calls the waiter and asks for a mug of hot water and then calls tass. raist then asks tass did you acquire any qua from the pinball machine and any punctuation marks?
Luther considers giving someone a punctuation mark...
Tasselhoff gets up out of his chair and takes a seat next to Luther Arkwright and asks him if he was referring to his good friend rass and if he was would he like to step outside and settle this in a manly way instead of making rude remarks about him and his friends?
After tasselhoff teaches Luther a lesson he goes and sits next to rass. calls the waiter over and asked for a glass of water looks at rass. and says make that two giving Luther a dirty look.
Pan Man enters and waits for applause. None are forthcoming, so I sit down and order a glass of milk. (I'm under 21).
Belgarath looks up at Kytyn from where his ears are being pulled by a certain 2+ year old. "Do you know me?" he intones. The boy moves around back to pull on his tail. Yep, it's attached - for now. Being attacked by diminutive persons is very characteristic of Belgarath. "Perhaps, a little help would be appreciated, thank you. Pardon me snapping at being called a 'wolfling' I guess I'm a little sensitive about my age."
Belgarath is distracted by a dreadful snapping, crunching sound and turns to find that ford prefect and jabberwok have received what they ordered. He shudders. Even as a wolf, it causes his stomach to rove a bit. The waiter finally comes in with Belgarath's order. Ah. The hamburger du jour. Nice and raw. As the waiter returns to the back room, there is a bang as the door hits one of the chefs and the breeze from the closing door blows several chicken feathers into the room. The waiter is definitely a little odd. What is he anyway? Some kind of purple anteater or something? His nose is sure big enough.
TT chokes on her kool-aide. This is a hilariously funny place to sit, she has found. Even though the stupid kender has a wonderful imagination. Luther and TT roll eyes at each other as the little kender tells Raistlin a wonderful (completely made up) story of beating on Luther.
Mmmm... (crunch crunch)... excellent meal I must admit. Finished with her frog... Jabberwock jumps up and walks over to Luther. She then proceeds to pull down his hat over his eyes and steal some of his punctuation marks, for when the times get rough. He then runs back over and sits down next to ford again, who has lapsed into reading the paper again. She finds this annoying, and therefore begins to sing "Istanbul" by They Might Be Giants in his ear.
Getting tired of waiting for service Bobbie walks up to the bar....I'd like a seafood platter and a blue Hawaiian to eat it with.... She goes and finds herself a table in the corner to sit at and watch all the silly mortals at play
...the Observer puts his book down as the salad arrives, and proceeds to annihilate the greens, occasionally sipping from the Pyramid. About halfway through licking the dressing off the plate, he stops to squeeze the lemon slice into the glass, take another sip, and close his eyes with a beatific smile. He opens them to see the waiter put down his steak, pluck a chicken feather from his sleeve (it IS Gonzo!), and take the salad plate away. Reaching into a deep pocket, the Observer takes out a bottle of A-1, pours a quantity onto the plate next to the steak, and begins to tuck in.
In a surprisingly short time, the steak is missing, as is the vast majority of the spud, and the contents of the schooner. The Observer catches the waiter's eye as he passes, raises his empty glass and one eyebrow, and gets a nod, then goes back to his book. A moment later, the second beer arrives, and the Observer contentedly leans back to continue his reading. The title of the book becomes visible for the first time: The Shattered Land, by Michael Reaves.
after his dinner (finally!) arrives, being brought by a different waiter (Gonzo looks a tad ill), Red tucks into his coq au vin and salad... and then savors the Corvoisier as he watches a few newcomers contemplate mayhem with the established dinner crowd.......
TT, seeing a book of interest, pads over to TSO to inquire (and perhaps make off with) about his book. She sits down beside him and stares at the cover until he looks up.
"Excuse me, I'll have some hot tea and a jumbo size box of Kleenex. *sniffle*" interjects Megan.
Tasselhoff gets up after drinking his big glass of water and takes a seat next to TT made up huh is that what you think of me well then would you like to step outside too or would Luther like to step outside with you. Tasselhoff takes out his hopack giving it a nice whirl it makes a horrible screeching sound everybody covers there ears and yells STOP!!!!
...the Observer looks up to see the TaleTeller gazing raptly at him -- only to realize that it's the BOOK she's so taken with (oh, well, maybe next time...). He explains the premise of the book (fairly accurately described, for a change, by the cover blurb, as a fantasy set in a world shattered a thousand years ago, and the pieces magically endowed with their own appropriate gravity, and the space they occupy filled with a breathable atmosphere)...and then gently explains that he does not lend books, to ANYONE, since having too many of them fail to find their way home...However, the sequel, The Burning Realm, is still in print, and the original may be available on special order, or through used bookstores...published by Baen Fantasy in 1984, the sequel landed in 1988.
...he takes another long drink of his Pyramid, and offers to buy one for the Taleteller as well...
Tasselhoff goes back over to the table were Rass. is siting and calls the waiter over and orders a mushroom and bacon burger cooked please and a nice big glass of water. Tasselhoff takes out his dagger and starts to clean it with a damp towel and tries to start a conversation with Rass. but no luck.
The waiter bustles out to Bobbie's table bearing a platter heaped with seafood.
"What about my Blue Hawaiian?", asks Bobbie.
"Coming right out." replies the waiter.
With that, the waiter bustles into the kitchen, and back out again with a tall, blonde, well-muscled gentleman with a skimpy bathing suit and a surfboard.
He is blue. He grins at Bobbie. Very cute grin, I might add.
Meanwhile, Luther is suffering a sound drubbing at the fists of Tasselhoff.
"Excuse me, little man, but you seem to want my attention", says Luther, turning away from Taleller and looking at the kender beating at him with tiny fists. "Careful -- you might spill my drink."
Then a fist lands home in that spot that is the weakness of all males. Luther growls, then picks up Tass and gives him a toss across the room, into a convenient chair in a corner.
"Excuse me a moment..." says Luther.
TT is briefly distracted from TSO's book by this new battle starting between Luther and the Kender. "Luther, Kender are actually pretty tough customers and they rarely fight with their fists. Good luck, you'll need it!" LA gives TT his "Oh seriously," look and heads off.
ford angrily steps between tasselhoff and Luther. ford growls angrily, sneers, and glares with hatred in his eyes at that fool who would fight poor small Luther. ford relies on his size (6'6") and weight (220) and muscle structure to intimidate the young neophyte, and crosses his arms. his muscles look like three or four Volkswagens trying to park.
Luther states quite clearly his intention to complete the fisticuffs on his own accord, but ford doesn't plan on listening.
Meanwhile, Jabberwock, annoyed at being ignored thus far, decides to bother people. She therefore begins to wander around the room, picking up full glasses of ice-water, and throwing them a people randomly. Unfortunately, nobody seems to notice that they are now soaking wet.
Luther, having convinced Tasselhoff of the wisdom of not annoying him, starts throwing ice at Jabberwock. One goes right down the front of her collar and gets stuck a few inches below.
Ford renders aid.
Kytyn pulls As soon as the child has crossed the halfway margin of the room, the musical prismatic sphere appears to split into seven images, six of which continues to cross and interweaves to the opposite side while the seventh quietly returns to Kytyn's hand. As she manipulates the crystal in an obscure floating pattern, Kytyn speaks to Belgarath in a purring undertone Purrhaps we should interrupt this most inopportune brawling and continue on, possibly to go do some adventuring."
red decides that a dining room full of flying icewater and incensed kender is NOT a good place to enjoy chicken cooked in wine, and so pulls out a small device from his belt. pressing the button, he (and the table carrying his dinner and aperativ) are encased in a strange crystalline field that condenses itself to a shining point and flies out through the kitchen at roughly mach 5....
...looking down at his (somewhat damp) habiliment, the Observer shakes his head, checks to be sure the book is dry, and takes another pull at his beer. With one foot, he nudges the ratty-looking briefcase under the table, just to make sure it's still there, then goes back to his reading (allowing TT to read "over his shoulder" if she can keep up)...
Bobbie still sitting in the corner with her tall blond blue Hawaiian thinks this is terribly funny......she can't stop laughing long enough to eat her seafood
TT has been distracted by flying ice cubes. She slips under the table and sneaks up behind Luther. With a quick move she drops an ice cube into his underwear, then vanishes under a table, crossing the room to sit innocently next to Megan as if nothing happened. Megan stares at the current carnage, then goes back to the book as long as nothing is flying in HER direction.
Pan Man walks calmly over to the Hawaiian and says, "Hey, she's with me," (not the truth, but Pannie wants to fight). With an impressive Aikido move, he smashes the Hawaiian to the ground, and flips to the waiter to drag him away. Feeling like a god, he sits down at the table with Bobbie and simply smiles.
Megan orders another box of Kleenex and whimpers something about not having any handsome gentlemen there to try to distract her from sneezing and feeling miserable.
In walks Myddrin. His gaze slowly drifts across this mad scene. Suddenly, his gaze freezes on a woman by herself sniffing and sneezing. Instantly he strides over to her. Halfway there she looks up and they lock eyes. No sooner than she looked at him her sneezing abated tremendously. As he approaches she stands to meet him. "Evenin' Miss.".......
Alone!!! I'm mortally offended. TT glowers from her place at Megan's side. "Locks eyes indeed," she mutters. "Some people and their pick-up lines."
"But does that mean he's handsome?" Megan asks TT. "As handsome as Qwee, I mean."
"Gee, I don't know, I've never met this one in person. But he's been reading all my adaptations of B7 episodes, and he says he likes them!" Impressed with herself, TT sits back and feels smug, glad that there's no way she can catch strep throat in this place.
Let's just say that he definitely is not homely. He has turned a few heads in his day.
Still with Bobbie, Pan Man starts up a conversation about the weather, all the while looking for seafood. Upon getting some, he changes the subject to that of Love.
Someone walks into the Bar and Grill wearing a long, dark overcoat, black slacks and a turtleneck, wanders over to said table in corner, gently hugs the sniffling and sneezing goddess-like creature, pats a Willun on the shoulder and says "Now, now, be nice. You had YOUR fun, let her have hers...", then goes over to the opposite corner of the Grill and orders a teriyaki chicken, grilled pineapple and Swiss burger and a whopping big coke and sits munching them while whimpering gently to himself about his poor little red truck which must be feeling unloved and rather cold all alone spread out in little crumpled pieces all over the floor of alley chevy's body shop....
(God, is that a sentence or is that a SENTANCE)
neither. it's a S-E-N-T-E-N-C-E. bongo.
TT laughs at The Maven's mutterings. "Well it was your own fault," she points out unnecessarily. "Just how old are you, MaT?" Turned a few heads in his day, implies to her he's OOOOOLD!
Suddenly remembering, she turns to Megan, "I'll call you later today, before I go to my job interviews."
"Thank-you, Maven. and anyone else for the attention. perhaps I will crawl out of my book and be social. And sysop that I am, perhaps I will decide that this Bar and Grill stole the cook from New Peking, just for The Maven.
a small light zips in the window and perches in the chandelier... if one could read the (facial? more like aura) expressions of little animate lights one would realize it was trying not to laugh, and about to cry, and smiling from one side to the other, and...
TT comes racing in, and sits panting at the table with Megan. She lifts her head and grins. "Anyone for pizza?"
When there is general confusion about, she grins around and says crazily, "I seem to have a job as a-" rolls eyes expressively, "Customer Service Representative, at United Savings on Capitol Hill."
Then she sits and stares mopily at the wall.
MaT rolls his head in the direction or TaleTeller, fixes his icy gaze upon her, the breaks into what looks like a grin but could be described as a sneer, "By your years, I'm 23, but believe me when I say that I've been around for a while. I've charmed Cleopatra in her royal courts. I had an affair with Ann Boleyn before her unfortunate demise. I flirted with Florence Nightengale after she treated my injuries in the Crimean war. I have been around for time immortal, but yet, to your eyes I'm not a day over 23." Noticing that he has everyone's eyes upon him, he quickly asks, "Isn't there any music in this establishment?", and proceeds to wander around looking for a victrola or whatever it is that they use for today's music.
Raistlin pulls out his staff of magis. then says to Luther be carefuull? or I shall gather my will! and then sits back down at his table.
Luther and ford admire the man's ability to talk almost incomprehensibly and yet allow the general feeling of disenchantment to come through.
ford wonders how much the man had drunk. giggling.
TT rolls her eyes expressively. "All I can say is that if he's as cute as he thinks he is, I might like to take a look at him. Long as he doesn't touch me." Having said her usual piece, and made no comments about HER not touching HIM, TT settles back to see Raistlin (who seems a bit inebriated) do his thing.
She and ford exchange bemused grins, and she and Jabberwock roll eyes at the antics of men who show off for women.
Myd thoughtfully strokes his beard. His beard, brown everywhere except for his chin which is hued blonde. Again, he let's his icy blue eyes scan his surroundings. "Hmmm.. Seems kinda dead around here.", he thinks to himself, "Sure isn't anything like Rome when she was in her prime. Now that was a happenin' place." In the course of his gaze appears a man who is either afflicted with Cerebral Palsy or has been makin' love to a bottle of Red Eye. The staggering man mumbles something about magic, at last, there may be something interesting here other than the women after all. MaT raises his eyebrow and continues to watch the drunken man, hoping for some excitement.
the light in the chandelier sparkles just a tad more.... a few probing laser-like shafts illuminate the face and body of a seemingly WASTED man who has just staggered in... translated: "hrmmmm.... FASCINATING...."
a young man saunters in and gives Belgarath a huge hunk of steak from somewhere in his trench coat then walks over to Kytyn and produces a bowl of milk out of thin air. Then summons an air elemental (hence the nym) which carries him to his seat
I'm impressed. While waiting for Bobbie to wake up out of her apparent seafood trance, I wander up to the bar and sit down next to the cutest girl. I offer to buy her a drink.
The Silent Observer ...looking up from his book for a moment, noting the deadness of the background (sonically speaking), and realizing that the of the last five snatches of conversation filtered through the vigilant portion of his brain, three have concerned the lack of music, the observer reaches into a coat pocket. He pulls out a tiny machine, about three inches square and almost half an inch thick. From another pocket he removes two similar square, each of which unfolds four times to form a twelve-inch square, its interior covered with a silvery membrane. He touches a button on each, notes a tiny green status light for first one, then the other, and sets one on each end of the table. As he sets them down, they seem to grip the surface of the table, and lock themselves into vertical positions. He then reaches into the third pocket, removes a golden disk, and, opening the lid of the tiny box, places the center hole of the disk on a pivot in the corner of the box. Closing the box, he reads the display from the grayish surface, touches various places once, twice, thrice, and places it on the table. The disk begins to spin, three quarters of its area exposed to the room, and from the silvery squares pours the sound of "Midnight at the Oasis."
...I always did like Maria Muldaur...
and out from the speakers on all the muzak boxes in all the hotels, restaurants, elevators and radios across the land we here 'let's push off to a sand dune.. real soon.. and kick up a little dust'
'I know your daddy's a sultan, a nomad known to all. with fifty girls to attend him they all send him.. ' :)
The lone dark figure moves to an obscure part of the room and leans against the wall. Tugging his snap-brimmed hat down a little further, he patiently surveys the environment he has come upon. Out of the corner of his eye, Myddrin sees a man fiddling with some sort of device. On closer inspection, Myd discovers that the 'device' is a portable, H.A.P.(a Holographic Audio Player). Puzzled, Myd ponders the significance of this discovery.
"What is a H.A.P. doing here in 1990?", he wonders, "Those didn't come out until....hmmmm....must've been at least 2022." Myddrin continues to observe the mysterious figure, wandering where he is from.
Belgarath shakes the temporary catatonia from his head caused by a minor affliction known as 'no logginus innigus' (a mere passing affliction, I hope) and notes the new arrivals to the room. Wow! This place is really jumping! He seems to recall someone mentioning that they were glad there was something interesting in the place besides the women. He frowns and looks around. The women here are quite interesting enough in themselves, he thinks, casting an eye toward the ever radiant TaleTeller in particular - oddly, the rest of the women in the place, although having very interesting forms indeed which seem to suggest a radiance of their own, appear peculiarly shadowed; the magic of the Nevermind dulling his vision, somewhat. A pity. Wait. The form of Jabberwok is also quite clear. He gazes around, interested to see who else may come into focus. Belgarath thanks storm for the steak and proceeds to wolf it down. Good ole storm. He makes a showy entrance, but he doesn't forget his pals.
Megan: Yup, yup. That's me lurking in TT's shadow again. But I am sitting at the table reading James P. Blaylock books and munching on M and Ms.
thank you belgarath storm says softly and proceeds to order to order a steak himself
Tuesday 12/04/90 15:26:47 PM From [====] TaleTeller [!!]
Tuesday 12/04/90 18:46:28 PM From Luther Arkwright
Tuesday 12/04/90 21:51:31 PM From The Silent Observer
...and, on his arrival, points out the tiny infrared stereo transmitter plugged into the headphone jack, then points to the label on one of the speakers..."Custom Made for The Silent Observer by Speakerlab: Twelve-inch Piezoelectric drivers -- response, 10-25,000 Hz"
..."Nothing here I even had to go up the Road for...not even the Compact Disc..."
Wednesday 12/05/90 02:16:06 AM From [====] TaleTeller [!!]
Wednesday 12/05/90 06:38:05 AM From Myddrin ap Taliesin
Wednesday 12/05/90 14:38:51 PM From Bobbie
Wednesday 12/05/90 15:48:18 PM From [Kan U say Konan?] Pan Man [Of kourse U kan!]
Thursday 12/06/90 11:45:56 AM From [Anyone looking for a 'lost'] Kytyn [perchance? Here I am! (bounce]
Thursday 12/06/90 21:35:03 PM From Megan
Friday 12/07/90 00:17:58 AM From The Maven
The television flashes on over the grill...
even more static.
gradually, you notice just barely visible but still not quite readable letters formed by slightly-less-random bits of static.
Eventually, you look away.
(for those who wonder, the words said "Yes, yes! Definitely! Yes!", encoded
so as to be visible only subliminally)
Friday 12/07/90 02:02:01 AM From [Don't Leave] Red Dorakeen [Standin' Still....]
his table is A) close to both Bobbie's and Kytyn's, and B) far away from the source of the now-fading ice fight.
Friday 12/07/90 06:30:14 AM From Myddrin ap Taliesin
Friday 12/07/90 07:55:04 AM From Jimmy the Grek
Friday 12/07/90 08:25:37 AM From [====] TaleTeller [!!]
Friday 12/07/90 08:59:29 AM From Dark Angel
Friday 12/07/90 20:46:18 PM From Tasselhoff
Friday 12/07/90 21:28:29 PM From [Eternal] Belgarath [the old wolf]
Friday 12/07/90 21:55:06 PM From Raistlin
Friday 12/07/90 22:08:16 PM From Tasselhoff
Friday 12/07/90 23:19:08 PM From Tasselhoff
Saturday 12/08/90 00:05:30 AM From [Every little thing] Midnight [does is magic!]
Saturday 12/08/90 16:24:13 PM From [Anyone looking for a 'lost'] Kytyn [perchance? Here I am! (bounce]
Sunday 12/09/90 00:42:59 AM From [?] Storm [?]
Sunday 12/09/90 05:04:32 AM From Myddrin ap Taliesin
Sunday 12/09/90 16:12:08 PM From [Anyone looking for a 'lost'] Kytyn [perchance? Here I am! (bounce]
Sunday 12/09/90 20:14:11 PM From Tasselhoff
Monday 12/10/90 00:36:22 AM From The Silent Observer
Monday 12/10/90 11:14:38 AM From Dark Angel
Monday 12/10/90 12:12:34 PM From [====] TaleTeller [!!]
Monday 12/10/90 16:20:29 PM From Jimmy the Grek
Monday 12/10/90 16:50:58 PM From [Don't Leave] Red Dorakeen [Standin' Still....]
"What?? Oh. Picked this up about forty years up the Road... was hell getting it into a contemporary case... if anyone wishes to join in, feel free, just name your instrument...." with that red taps another key and his keyboard is re-rezzed into a Yamaha digital guitar...
Monday 12/10/90 19:31:07 PM From [?] Storm [?]
Monday 12/10/90 20:58:22 PM From Luther Arkwright [denizen of night]
Tuesday 12/11/90 17:45:59 PM From [Mreow?!] Kytyn ['s being a happy cat!]
Tuesday 12/11/90 21:26:14 PM From [?] Storm [?]
Tuesday 12/11/90 21:37:50 PM From Luther Arkwright [, Esq.]
Tuesday 12/11/90 23:02:44 PM From Stoeana Juhlin
Wednesday 12/12/90 00:30:43 AM From [Don't Leave] Red Dorakeen [Standin' Still....]
[red passes the digital guitar to Luther, who looks at it, fingers a few chords (which the computer, recognizing a newish player, manages to "accompany" into a decent sounding jazz riff), and then starts to play... doesn't sound half bad, either...]
Oh, right. This key here brings up your instrument select window. the bright blue is yours, the white are the current active holograms, and the grayish are inactive. go ahead and fool around... once you get the band set, hit ESC and it'll save the settings and re-draw.
Wednesday 12/12/90 11:39:25 AM From [Back from hell,] The Man In Black [lives on.]
Wednesday 12/12/90 13:19:56 PM From Bobbie
Wednesday 12/12/90 14:27:10 PM From [Kan U say Konan?] Pan Man [Of kourse U kan!]
Wednesday 12/12/90 21:18:48 PM From Megan
Thursday 12/13/90 10:49:34 AM From [Mreow?!] Kytyn ['s being a happy cat!]
Thursday 12/13/90 21:32:14 PM From Luther Arkwright [, Esq.]
Friday 12/14/90 03:50:43 AM From [one love] ford prefect [who would sing my songs]
Friday 12/14/90 06:28:52 AM From Myddrin ap Taliesin
Friday 12/14/90 11:45:25 AM From [Mreow?!] Kytyn ['s being a happy cat!]
Friday 12/14/90 22:44:52 PM From [Kan U say Konan?] Pan Man [Of kourse U kan!]
Saturday 12/15/90 09:00:28 AM From Myddrin ap Taliesin
Saturday 12/15/90 16:16:52 PM From [Where's my catnip?] Kytyn [is getting restless.]
Sunday 12/16/90 07:29:37 AM From Richard Goldfinder
Sunday 12/16/90 13:55:17 PM From [Where's my catnip?] Kytyn [is getting restless.]
Sunday 12/16/90 21:06:55 PM From [?] Storm [?]
Sunday 12/16/90 21:50:00 PM From Myddrin ap Taliesin
Monday 12/17/90 00:03:04 AM From [Oh, oh] Little Neo [found a new board to call]
Monday 12/17/90 08:15:15 AM From [====] TaleTeller [!!]
Monday 12/17/90 09:18:59 AM From The Maven
Monday 12/17/90 09:50:49 AM From [ ] narrator [ ]
Monday 12/17/90 10:19:21 AM From Dark Angel
Monday 12/17/90 14:31:16 PM From [Kytyn's lonely. Who wants] Kytyn [for Christmas?]
Monday 12/17/90 16:11:08 PM From [on a crowded street] Red Dorakeen [or from a passing car]
The band pumps out a remarkably realistic rendition of "Mexican Radio" then segues into "politics of dancing" by an obscure band of late 20th century Earth origin, known as re-flex.
Monday 12/17/90 23:15:09 PM From [Back from hell,] The Man In Black [lives on.]
Tuesday 12/18/90 00:18:13 AM From [Oh, oh] Little Neo [found a new board to call]
Tuesday 12/18/90 06:56:59 AM From Myddrin ap Taliesin
Tuesday 12/18/90 09:04:35 AM From [====] TaleTeller [!!]
Tuesday 12/18/90 16:12:33 PM From [Happy Hanukkah from] Pan Man [, the Jewish Vigilante]
Tuesday 12/18/90 17:27:44 PM From The Maven
(Maven starts making hand gestures at the waiter)
Seeing that the bartender doesn't understand a word of what he's trying to get across, Maven leans over the bar, grabs the makings and mixes up a whopping big batch of Hot Spiced Cider.