From: albert@chain.ssctr.bcm.tmc.edu (Rick Jones)
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Subject: [MC] Marcel [DragonsInn] Morning After
Date: 8 Jan 1993 23:25:56 GMT
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        Marcel awoke in his room at the Dragon's Inn.
        [Gee, I wonder if today will be as fun as yesterday was?]
        /Please Rabbi.  No sarcasm before breakfast./  Marcel fingered the
clothing 'Raelf had lent him.  It was confortable Earth clothing, but he
missed his nysteel armor.
        [No use crying over spilt milk.  So, what are we going to do today?]
        /I was thinking of breakfast, after that, I was hoping for a
restful day, for a change/ Marcel pulled on the leather jacket, strapped
on his broadsword, and went downstairs.  The regulars patrons of the inn
who startled him at first with their varried appearance, were slowly
looking less shocking.
        The lunchtime crowd was starting to pick up.  /It looks like we slept
late./  He sat down at a table near the fire, and looked around for
someone to take his order.
        [You ever notice all the corners in this place?]
        /Yes./
        [Just checking.]
        One of the barmaids came by.  She smiled and asked "Hi there,
Marcel was it not?  What would you like?"
        /To go home./
        [No way for that, pal. 'Raelf said we're sealed off from the
Possibility Wars.  We don't want the Gaunt Man to come visiting.]
        "What would you like, you know, for lunch?"
        "Oh, I am sorry, m'lady."  Marcel went on to order his usual
breakfast for two. [You eat more than a horse, boychik.]
        "Wow, you guys must have had some party." She started to leave,
then turned back and said, "Oh yeah, some guy was here last night told me to
give this to you." She handed him a small plastic disc.
        Marcel examined it.  /A holo-plate? How can this be?/
        [I should know, maybe? Play the furshinlugger thing.] Marcel
touched the bottom of the disc, and a foot tall column of light appeared,
which slowly collapsed into the image of a old man.  He wore glasses, and
was dressed in black clothing with a white lab-coat over it.  He started
speaking in Magna Veritan French.  "Greetings, Marcel Delacroix.  I am
Doctor Charn Kendall-Seven of Kadandara."
        [Kadandara, that's where Dr Hachi's from!] (*) "I have been working on
perfecting Doctor Mara-2's work in dimensional travel.  I have a small lab
outside of Generica.  Anyway, my sensors picked up your arrival two days
ago.  Immagine my suprise to find out a Magna Veritan was here." The old man
fiddled with his spectacles.  "I would like to meet you.  Here are
directions to my lab." The old man vanished, and his picture was replaced
with a map of Generica, and a green line highlighting a route leading out
of town, towards some hills to the east of town.  His voice continued, "My
man Twine will meet you at the East Gate."

        Home.  Not just to Earth, but to Magna Veritas.  To see his
sister, his parents.  Home.  Away from this crazy land of Scissormen,
Lizard Man Clones, Mind Flayers, and .... things.  He shuddered.
        Marcel jumped to his feet, and dashed to the kitchen.  He poked
his head in.  "Miss Shiralee, I need to leave quickly.  Could I just have
a sandwich instead of that big breakfast?"  He gratefully accepted the
food and walked quickly down Dragon's Way to the gates of the city.


(*): For those of you not familar with the Torg RPG.  Dr Hachi Mara-2 was
a scientist who discovered the secrets of interdimensional travel, and
used them to travel to Earth to warn it of the forthcoming invasion.
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