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From: metlay@netcom.com (metlay)
Subject: [Foxx/RR/Malachi] FAST RETCON
Summary: whoops!!
Organization: Atomic City
Date: Sun, 24 Jan 1993 20:15:28 GMT


OK, gang, for those of you wondering how the two disparate reports
of what's going on can fit together....

Mas called Foxx immediately upon seeing Malachi, and Foxx hustled
over in a tearing big hurry. Nona, Lita, Floop and Malachi, with
Elly holding his wound shut and Havoc trailing them, barely got 
out the door before Foxx landed and got them back into the Rest
to look at Malachi....

Is that acceptable?

-- 
mike metlay * atomic city * box 81175 pgh pa 15217-0675 * metlay@netcom.com
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From: v076jy2p@ubvmsb.cc.buffalo.edu (Capt'n Quaalude)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.havens-rest
Subject: Re: [Foxx]  Long night a'comin'
Date: 27 Jan 93 16:55:00 GMT
Organization: University at Buffalo
News-Software: VAX/VMS VNEWS 1.41

>}The shapeshifter, Floop, has been watching the procedure with interest, and 
>}now turns to Doctor Foxx and says, "My transport is nearby.  If provide me
>}with directions you could, to a medical facility, I will take this one there."
> 
>Foxx closes his eyes for a moment, "The main medical hospital here is on
>Krankenstrasse.  About half a kilometer down the strip as you approach
>the Marketplace.  Please, have them keep me advised."

Havoc moves around to push Floop out the door and says, "Come on Floop.  We
should drop this guy off right away.  You wanna drive or should I?"  As he
pushes Floop out the door he stops and turns to Dr. Foxx, "Oh, by the way.
I've got a couple o' tons of medical supplies on my ship just burning a
hole in my cargo hold.  Who'd I talk to about unloading it?  I've got some
high quality stuff.  All I want is to break even, ya know?  I'm talkin'
a real steal here..."
From: v124jw4y@ubvmsd.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.havens-rest
Subject: Re: [Foxx} Where's Dr. Foxx?
Date: 25 Jan 93 20:51:00 GMT
Organization: University at Buffalo
News-Software: VAX/VMS VNEWS 1.41

In article <1993Jan25.110114.1@ducvax.auburn.edu>, kellogg@ducvax.auburn.edu writes...


>Finally satisfied with the internal damage, Foxx turns to the entry wound and
>cautorizes it with a quick burst from the laser scalpul.  "Done."
> 
>He wipes his brow quickly, and turns to the various nervous attendants,
>chiefly, the diminutive Elly, "Thank you very much, young lady.  I think
>you saved his life."



The shapeshifter, Floop, has been watching the procedure with interest, and 
now turns to Doctor Foxx and says, "My transport is nearby.  If provide me
with directions you could, to a medical facility, I will take this one there."



                                                         --Ben
Newsgroups: alt.pub.havens-rest
From: metlay@netcom.com (metlay)
Subject: [RR] Re: [Malachai] Things take a downturn
Summary: Weirder and weirder
Organization: Atomic City
Date: Sat, 23 Jan 1993 22:18:49 GMT

In article <C1BJut.9B3@acsu.buffalo.edu> v124jw4y@ubvmsb.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce) writes:
>
>Up at the bar, the strange being known as Floop turned away from his bucket of
>salt water.  Excusing himself from his conversation, he moved across the room 
>to the knot of people.  "Fighter I am not," he said in his odd, vaguely liquid
>voice, "But some medicine I know.  Allow examination, please."  What happened 
>next took most of the people watching aback, as the short humanoid seemed to 
>melt, flowing across the wounded musician, probing and examining.  Without 
>reforming, the blob spoke again.  "Serious this wound is.  Arteries struck.
>To a hospital, he must go."  With that, the blob flowed under Malachai, shifting
>form again.  Within seconds, Malachai rested on a gurney, which spoke in Floop's
>voice:  "Someone must push, please."

Nona's eyebrows looked like they were trying to migrate north for the winter.
"Uhhhh, *right*," she said, not convinced. She looked up at Lita. "Girlfriend?"

"I'm on it." Lita jumped down from the bandstand. "Harry! Call Doctor Foxx
at the 'Port-- tell him we're en route! And keep people away from our
instruments, okay? Ree, stay with Kyna-- we'll be back."

Ree nodded. Lita retrived a large rifle from the guard-droid, slung it
over her back, and grabbed Floop/gurney. "Let's go, girlfriend!"

Nona looked behind her to see if anyone was following, and they left.


-- 
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"I have news for you. 'Thppht' spelled backwards is STILL 'thppht'."
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From: 003956z@axe.acadiau.ca (JASON DAVID ZWICKER)
Subject: Re:arrival
Organization: Acadia University
Date: Thu, 21 Jan 1993 14:48:08 GMT

   A man dressed in white enters the havens rest.  He stands about six 
feet.  Dressed in a stunning suit white, with a touch of black for accent.
He politely deposits a rather select grouping of weapons with the bot. 
A garotte of very nasty looking nature, a short hinged stick of unknown use,
three glasss vials(blue, purple, aqua colored), and a palm sized projectile 
weapon.  The  bot quickly says 'Please don't use any of your more deadly 
skills here.'.
   The man in white steps into the room and approachs the man at bar in 
overalls.  'You are the man I am looking for.  If you would be looking for a 
mutually beneficial trip to parts unknown.  Would you me so kind to join me.'
He leaves the bar and sits at the back most table.  Everyone has notices 
that his suit is still perfectly clean.  He yells out 'I await your answer 
sir'
From: metlay@netcom.com (metlay)
Subject: ADMIN: Thread labelling announcement for The Flaw
Summary: Note label [F]
Organization: Atomic City
Date: Thu, 21 Jan 1993 19:55:35 GMT


This is an announcement of a thread label for all posts pertaining to
the Flaw storyline: please use the label [F] in the subject line of
all such posts from here on.

The Flaw is the story conceived originally by the sick, inventive mind
of Steve Masticola (who's running Boffin and MaryMary) and hammered
into shape by yours truly, Mike Metlay (running OeDaerrFakhuDaerrDhorrKaena
and the members of Red Rain: Nona, Lita, Ree and Elly); we have been
joined by Carl Fogelin (Quig and the nasties of the Monkey Tong), John
Sinteur (D'Fi) and the illustrious Mr. Strake (Kyna) by this point.
Steps in the narrative are being hammered out via email; if you want
in, as Mithrandir (Salrak) did, please email me or Steve with your 
character and request. Random insertions into the thread via the news
group itself are discouraged, as the Flaw story is intended to sew up
a nasty problem with the Rifts as originally created and ensure everyone
here a long-lasting and happy gaming environment.

PS: I would also suggest that posts of people in the Rest who are not
currently part of a major thread be labelled [Rest]. Comments?
-- 
mike metlay * atomic city * box 81175 pgh pa 15217-0675 * metlay@netcom.com
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"I have news for you. 'Thppht' spelled backwards is STILL 'thppht'."
From: 31974p@d1.dartmouth.edu (Nile Barrabas)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.havens-rest
Subject: Re: [Holt & Smith] Discussion
Date: 24 Jan 93 22:28:47 GMT
Organization: Dartmouth college
X-Xxmessage-Id: <A788814AC002503A@kip-sn-58.dartmouth.edu>
X-Xxdate: Sun, 24 Jan 93 16:24:26 GMT
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In article <C1DpIL.5Mw@dartvax.dartmouth.edu> Robert T. Warfield,
Robert.T.Warfield@dartmouth.edu writes:
>>   Captain Holt barely had time to reach his office and get settled when
>> John Smith entered the room. " Have a seat Mr. Smith, I have some
>> important questions to ask you.
>>   Smith sat down gently. His head was still giving him trouble. "Before
>> you begin Captain " he said " I would like to thank you for saving my
>> life."
>>   "You're welcome" Holt replied " Now, let's get down to the matter at
>> hand. Our scans of your ship revealed evidence of military equipment
>> inside your ship. In particular, your drive, shields, and powerplant
are
>> almost identical to those on a destroyer class vessel. Would you care
to
>> explain this?"
> 
>  "Simple answer to that question, Captain." John replied " They ARE
>military shields, drive and powerplant. Or at least what's left of them
>are. And before you ask, I am authorized to have them. Also, your scans
>should have shown that my ship is weaponless."

  "I am aware of your ships lack of armaments" Holt replied. "do you have
proof of your authorization for your other equipment? Also there is the
damage to your ship. There is now way that anything less than a full
Dreadnaught caused them.
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From: alaric@sti.com (Alaric Tekiahyn)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.havens-rest
Subject: [Severinsen] Unexpected company  (Was Re: Arrival)
Date: 22 Jan 93 03:46:45 GMT
Organization: Software Transformation, Inc.
NNTP-Posting-Host: smurf.sti.com


In article <003956z.5.727627688@axe.acadiau.ca>, 003956z@axe.acadiau.ca (JASON DAVID ZWICKER) writes:
]    A man dressed in white enters the havens rest.  He stands about six 
] feet.  Dressed in a stunning suit white, with a touch of black for accent.
] He politely deposits a rather select grouping of weapons with the bot. 
] A garotte of very nasty looking nature, a short hinged stick of unknown use,
] three glasss vials(blue, purple, aqua colored), and a palm sized projectile 
] weapon.  The  bot quickly says 'Please don't use any of your more deadly 
] skills here.'.
]    The man in white steps into the room and approachs the man at bar in 
] overalls.  'You are the man I am looking for.  If you would be looking for a 
] mutually beneficial trip to parts unknown.  Would you me so kind to join me.'
] He leaves the bar and sits at the back most table.  Everyone has notices 
] that his suit is still perfectly clean.  He yells out 'I await your answer 
] sir'


The man apparently named Severinsen looked back, evidently a little surprised,
then gestured at the other side of the table in the booth he had chosen.

"I came here hoping to find some answers to some, ah...  rather complicated
 questions," he replied carefully.

"However, if you have some kind of proposal, I'm perfectly willing to hear
 it.  Particularly if you can give me some answers.
"Before we get into that, though, tell me something - I assume you're a
 regular here - Does this place serve real food?  I'm *really* *sick* of
 living on blue goop."

The last was said with considerable feeling.


-- 
      "Eternal vigilance is the price of freedom."  --  Thomas Jefferson
    ......................................................................
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From: masticol@cadenza.rutgers.edu (Steve Masticola)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.havens-rest
Subject: Re: ADMIN: Thread labelling announcement for The Flaw
Date: 23 Jan 93 04:45:00 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

Yeah, I guess that makes more sense than closing it out altogether. If
you'd like to get in on the Flaw thread, email me or Mike Metlay
(metlay@netcom.com). 

Please 'scuze me for getting testy, but the thread has gotten quite
complex and is somewhat difficult to manage (especially with Carl
launching mayhem on my characters all the time :-) We're trying to
take the story in a definite direction, and the more people involved,
the harder it is to make it go there, or even to keep it reasonably
coherent. But, hey, nothing that any ordinary Krell couldn't handle...

Re the labeling convention: So, f'r instance, the Flaw Thought Engine
subthread with Quig, MaryMary, 'Kaena, and D'Fi would be labelled
[F:QMKD].

BTW, whatever happened to Jackpot and Lopez? That was getting
interesting.

- Steve "sick mind, indeed! I'm'a gonna show you wit'a my overthruster!"
  masticol@cs.rutgers.edu.
From: fogelinc@nmr1.Cyanamid.COM (Carl Fogelin)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.havens-rest
Subject: [TB-F] We were concerned for their kids
Date: 22 Jan 1993 18:31:43 GMT
Organization: American Cyanamid Company
Distribution: world
Reply-To: fogelinc@nmr1.Cyanamid.COM
NNTP-Posting-Host: nmr1.pt.cyanamid.com

ADMIN: Now that a thread naming convention has been proposed, all posts
dealing with the Monkey Tong will be called [TB] -- Tong business.  [TB-F]
means it's Tong Business on the Flaw thread.
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'There was more to running an organization' mused Naga 'than fun and games.
There was money to be made, officials to bribe, ... and paper to be pushed.'

Naga was sitting in his office reviewing the current quarter's capital and
expense statements.  'Hmmm, there was an upswing in Protection... bribery
down -- strange, operating supplies normal, outside services seemed to be
high...'

There was a kurt knock at the door and then a young man walked into Naga's
office.  Stopping in front of the desk, the young man waited for Naga to
acknowledge his presence.

Naga placed his paper work down and looked up just as the young man did a
quick bow. "What is it Kuri?  You know I'm very busy now."

"Our Communications picked up a Mayday in our area.  Seems a hopper has
gone down near here.  Dingo Approach radioed that Revivalist encampment
about looking for them."

"Hmmm" said Naga as he woke up his Thought terminal.  "What flight was
that... oh, here it is... PLN-4, private charter... ICARUS." Naga smirked,
'Yah, that old rust bucket was due to crash soon'.

"Hmmm... their flight plan indicates they were going to explore the southern
polar region" muttered Naga.  'Scientists.  Always big ideas and short funds.'

"Should we do anything, sir?"

Pausing a moment, Naga answered "Contact that Revivalist group and say...
Torinth Industries is looking into the crash.  Then contact Dingo Approach
and tell them the same thing."

"But sir, TI doesn't have anything down here.  What good will that do?"

Sigh.  "We don't want official looking people nosing around here.  TI is
respected at the Colony.  They'll believe TI is looking for that crashed
freighter, in earnest, and won't send anyone else out."

"But TI will deny they offered help"

"We own TI.  They'll deny nothing."  

Naga went back to his paper work.  Kuri turned to comply with his boss' wishes.

Just when he was almost out the door, Naga said "And Kuri, send a SandSkimmer
out in the general area.  Have them search a bit, nothing extensive.  if they
find them, fine.  If not... joss."

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   "Sushi!   That's what my ex-wife called me.  Cold fish." -- Blade Runner

   Up the long ladder and down the short rope,
   To Hell with King Billy and God bless the Pope. -- traditional
From: fogelinc@nmr1.Cyanamid.COM (Carl Fogelin)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.havens-rest
Subject: [F&P] Re-group, assess damage
Date: 22 Jan 1993 21:56:30 GMT
Organization: American Cyanamid Company
Distribution: world
Reply-To: fogelinc@nmr1.Cyanamid.COM
NNTP-Posting-Host: nmr1.pt.cyanamid.com

ADMIN: Following the new naming conventions, the "Flaw and Paw" thread will
now be identified by [F&P].
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>"Shit! Shit! SHIT!!!  Too far away."  What to do, what to do...  Hmmm...
>SQAWK!  "Fleeter, this is Milkyway.  Grab your scooter and follow them."
>
>SQAWK!  "Reamer said not to do that!"
>
>SQAWK!  "Just do it.  My authority!"
>
>After a small pause, SQAWK!  "Ok..."
 
..

Milkyway feverantly hoped he wouldn't regret that order.  Fleeter was right,
Reamer said "no chasing", but everything had been going so well, then it fell
apart.  There wasn't much more he could do, except...

SQAWK!  "Flyboy, this is Milkyway.  Request you track Fleeter's Go Bike."

SQAWK!  "Why?"

'Hmmm, what's an exageration...'  SQAWK!  "He sighted Boffin and is pursuing"

SQAWK!  "You sent him, huh?  Shit!  Ok, will do...  his signal is on the edge
of my area.  Am engaging active pursuit."

'Damn, does everyone recognize my blunder?' mused Milkyway.  Nothing I can do
now but go down to the Digs and wait.  Milkyway signalled the other two from
the gang: Vetch and Geek, to keep the surveillance up on the Rest.  Maybe they
would come back.

-----

>>The hover lifted, banked, and swerved into the afternoon traffic.
>It was followed by a small racing Turbo-scooter.  Fleeter tried not
>to make it obvious that he was following the hovercraft, but he didn't
>have experience tailing people.
>"Goddam squid," Yellow growled, glancing at the rearview display.
>
>"All garbanzos and no brains," Blue agreed. "Lose 'im."

It took Flyboy a few minutes to catch-up to the chase.  He feared for
Fleeter.  The kid was real green.  Besides, he trusted the other gang
members to much.  Sooner or later, that boy was going to learn a hard
lesson.

Looking below, Flyboy watched a chase that reminded him of some of those
old B-movies.  They zipped in and out of traffic, down side-streets, cross
walkways... truly a marvel to watch.  But the problem was Fleeter was 
suppose to be tailing, not chasing.

"If he gets hurt" muttered Flyboy, "I'm going to slice Milkyway."

>Yellow dived the hover into the Planetary Defense Tunnel. Traffic was
>nearly solid in both directions. The scooter was following right
>behind; a lorry was ahead.
>

Flyboy waited on the other side of the tunnel, hovering 50 feet up.  Out
shot the blue hovercar followed by another car... and another... and...
Where was Fleeter?!

Shit!  What to do... resume pursuit of the car or look for Fleeter.  Keeping
his eye on the blue hovercar, Flyboy frantically tried to make up his mind.

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   Up the long ladder and down the short rope,
   To Hell with King Billy and God bless the Pope. -- traditional
From: alaric@sti.com (Alaric Tekiahyn)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.havens-rest
Subject: Re: [Severinsen] Unexpected company  (Was Re: Arrival)
Date: 23 Jan 1993 03:00:01 GMT
Organization: Software Transformation, Inc.
Distribution: world
NNTP-Posting-Host: smurf.sti.com


[Now that I have a little more time on my hands...]

[.....]
] "Before we get into that, though, tell me something - I assume you're a
]  regular here - Does this place serve real food?  I'm *really* *sick* of
]  living on blue goop."
] 
] The last was said with considerable feeling.

Looking around, though, he realized almost as he asked that the question
was superfluous.  The place wasn't exactly doing a roaring restaurant
trade, but there was clearly food to be had.  So maybe it wasn't cordon
bleu cuisine; almost anything had to be better than the slop he'd been
surviving on.

"Sit down," he said to the man in white.  "I'll be back in a moment."

With another quick trip to the bar, he was able to secure a large burger
and a plate of fries.  He really didn't care that whatever tuber the
fries were made from was purple inside; it was real food.
He returned to the table, set his food down, started daubing ketchup
on everything in sight, and addressed the man in white again.

"OK," he said, "to start with:  I've never seen you before in my life,
 and I don't know you from Adam.  Yet you come in here and tell me I'm
 the man you're looking for.
"Now this makes me wonder right away:  Who are you; why are you looking
 for me; and what do you want from me in particular?
"Like I said, if you have a proposal, I'm willing to listen to it.  But
 I want a few answers before I commit to anything - anything at all.
"Mainly, what I'm looking for is information.  If you can provide it,
 I'll do my best to give you fair value in return.
"So, fire away.  Who are you, and what's on your mind?"

He picked up his fork, and speared a bundle of ketchup-smeared fries.

"The name's Severinsen, by the way.  Arno Severinsen."

With an expectant look, waiting for the other to speak, he dug into his
meal.

"MMmf.  Real food.  This is good.  If you knew how much blue crud....."



-- 
      "Eternal vigilance is the price of freedom."  --  Thomas Jefferson
    ......................................................................
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From: smurphy@unix1.tcd.ie (Mithrandir(S))
Subject: [ADMIN] This week in review
Organization: Trinity College, Dublin
Date: Fri, 22 Jan 1993 10:38:37 GMT

   This is the first isue of what I hope will become a regular feature
for those who have limited net access.

   Basically, it works like this :
  If you wish for your thread or character's doings to be included
in the review, then email me, tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie, Mithrandir with
a short summary of your trials and tribulations within the rift 
sector. Pretty simple, really.

--
  To those tryiong to get in touch with Mithrandir, do not email
to the Address in the header. It is borrowed, cause my newsfeed
has exploded.  
     Email:tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie  Thanks.
From: strake@coos.dartmouth.edu (strake)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.havens-rest
Subject: Re: [Malachai] Things take a downturn
Date: 22 Jan 93 22:55:36 GMT
Organization: Dartmouth College, Hanover, NH

metlay@netcom.com (metlay) writes:


>She turned to face the bar in general. "Major league famous person 
>just took a slug outside the Rest. May be good for some reward money
>if we catch the perps." she paused, and looked a bit embarrassed.
>"I could use a little HELP here...."

Kyna jumped up from Ree's lap and moved quickly to stand next to Nona.
She turned back to the surprised Ree and signed "Tell her I can help."



--
strake@dartmouth.edu
'quick, someone remind me to think.'