Recall317 handed the manuscript to MSR and headed to the bar, relieved that he'd completed his part of the story game relatively unscathed.As usual, ThomasMalthus was tending bar. In the blender was TM's latest concoction. It was azure in color and smelled of exotic fruits and... was that turpentine? Nah, couldn't be. And there was another smell Recall couldn't quite place.
R317: TM, a draft, please.
TM: Wouldn't you like to try my latest creation? I call it PTSS.
R317: Post Traumatic Slide Syndrome?
TM: No. Persimmon Turpentine with Side of Sausage.
R317: Um, I think I'll stick with the beer. Persimmons make me break out in hives.
TM: Suit yourself. <pours himself a glass of the now fizzing drink.> Nice job, following Tigs' segment.
R317: Thanks, I wasn't sure I could do it.
CoolSlider approached the bar, unlit cigarette in his mouth.
CS: Yeah, how'd you come up with it that quickly?
R317: I dunno. It just kind of came to me, really.
Unseen, Yeontoo had walked up behind Recall.
Y: I see. And how'd you manage to keep it on track? I mean with no history on any of the characters to pull from?
R317: <looking nervous> I, um.. I just guessed at how these characters might respond. Tigs did leave some clues.
BritSlider: <from seemingly out of nowhere> Really? And I suppose the whole 'aspiring poets' bit was all yours too?
R317: <noticing that most of the cave dwellers were now gathered around him> What is this? I didn't expect a kind of Story Game inquisition!
With that, a trapdoor opened under Recall's feet, dropping him into darkness. Recall managed to land on his feet, only slightly turning his ankle. In the darkness he could hear people moving about. Then a spotlight came on, illuminating Recall, but making it very hard for him to see. Surprisingly, standing beside him under the light was Tigs. Through the light, he could just make out a room full of red robed figures.
DMD: NOBODY expects the Story Game Inquisition! Our chief weapon is Peckinpah's Memoirs...Peckinpah's Memoirs and a video of 'Enter the Duck'...'Enter the Duck' and Peckinpah's Memoirs...
ST: That's two.
DMD: Right, our two weapons are 'Enter the Duck' and Peck's Memoirs...and a recording of 'Shiny'....
SouthernSlider: That's three.
DMD: Our *three* weapons are 'Enter the Duck', Peck's Memoirs, and a recording of 'Shiny'...and an almost fanatical devotion to Tormè....
Blinker: Four.
DMD: :-| Our *four*...no... *Amongst* our weapons.... Amongst our weaponry...are such elements as 'Enter the Duck', Peck's Memoirs.... I'll come in again.
The spotlight dims.
R317: <gamely> What is this? I didn't expect a kind of Story Game Inquisition.
The spotlight turns back on, blinding Recall317 once again.
DMD: NOBODY expects the Story Game Inquisition! Amongst our weaponry are such diverse elements as: 'Enter the Duck', Peck's Memoirs, 'Shiny', an almost fanatical devotion to Tormè, and nice red uniforms - Oh damn!
DMD: <to Jenneration_X> I can't say it - you'll have to say it.
JX: What?
DMD: You'll have to say the bit about 'Our chief weapons are ...'
JX: <rather horrified>: I couldn't do that...
The spotlight goes out again.
Tigs: <getting bored> I didn't expect a kind of Story Game Inquisition.
Spotlight once again.
JX: Er.... Nobody...um....
TM: Expects...
JX: Expects... Nobody expects the...um...the Story Game...um...
HK: Inquisition.
JX: I know, I know! Nobody expects the Story Game Inquisition. In fact, those who do expect -
SweetOne: Our chief weapons are...
JX: Our chief weapons are...um...er...
MSR: Peckinpah's Memoirs...
JX: Peckinpah's Memoirs and --
DMD: Okay, stop. Stop. Stop there - stop there. Stop. Phew! Ah! ... our chief weapons are Peck's Memoirs...blah blah blah. SpaceTime, read the charges.
ST: You are hereby charged that you did on diverse dates commit heresy against Sliders. 'My old man said follow the--'
DMD: That's enough.
<to Tigs and R317> Now, how do you plead?
Tigs: We're innocent.
DMD: Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Blinker: We'll soon change your mind about that!
To be continued?
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