(Quick-and-dirty text version courtesy of Joe Walter,
who kindly retyped an old printout,
with minimal explanatory annotation by the latter and
Eric Parks, and containing material
written by the former and the latter -- the latter being
a different latter, as these things go, but it all still works out, because
anyway both Eric and Joe wrote some stuff -- as well as by Chris Haddad
and Dan Pichette, being the introduction to the second game of the 1998
chronicle, held on a certain Saturday in July, 1998. It was a nice sunny
day, as I recall.)
[Theme Music]
Fake Troy (I think this bit had to do with a poodle Pooka
impersonating Troy
Poodlesbane [JW])
After the REAL Troy sits down:
Good afternoon. *I'm* Troy Poodlesbane, and this
... is Dreamline. Today
is Highsummer Night, what many Pooka would call "Pranksgiving."
If a Pooka
plays a prank on you, I highly recommend that you eat
them ... NO.
(Intermission with "technical difficulties" sign)
In our top story, almost a month ago now, a young Australian
Selkie name
Hamish had his faerie soul, in the form of a horrible
Hawaiian shirt,
removed from him by a mysterious Allston entity known
only as the Wire Man.
In accordance with this, the Duke has declared Allston
to be a no-go-zone.
Our man Johnny Anvilhead is now on the scene with Hamish
for his
heartbreaking comments.
J: Don't you hate it when you've just suffered some horrible
personal loss
and some reporter comes up and asks you how you feel
now that your entire
family has been horribly burned and mutilated in a catastrophic
fire? Me
too. Back to you, Troy.
[Troy continues]
Rooster, Why Are You Not Blue?
The Blue Rooster,
a popular homosexual club in South Boston has recently
changed ownership and changed name. The obnoxiously
Italian lords of this
land have re-christened it as the Flaming Tortellini.
Why is this important
to you? We really don't know. We just like
saying Tortellini.
Oh-Isha, You Were the Chimera I Never Wanted
Odd, and often
mono-syllabic entities referring to themselves as the
Isha have been pestering local kithain for something
they call "the egg." While
we here have learned little of this supposed egg, we
did ask Blind
Bernadette, now retired former captain of the guard,
for her thoughts. She
rambled on about 1969, space men, and some supposed balance
of all things
faerie. Then again, she's old.
The mortal police force was called to Cassidy's some weeks
ago, and before
the expected shenanigans were over, Police Sergeant Albert
Banks was dead,
slain by an enchantment-induced heart attack. While
mortal authorities
have, for some reason, chosen not to pursue this odd
occurrence, we would
like to take this time to remind the more aggressive
among you about the
Right of Ignorance and the possible dangers inherent
therein.
Countess Ava's
Ban punishment expires tonight. Everyone please cover
your ears. [Duke Brendan had hit her with a
"Don't speak unless spoken to" Geas. - E.]
Shop Vac attacks
have increased in frequency and intensity. While it
is tempting, please do not attack and/or consume these
devices on sight. It
only seems to make them mad, or, in extreme cases, summon
something known as
a repairman.
In Society News:
Who has been
on the Duke's social calendar lately? Mary the Bed,
that's who. We here at Dreamline have obtained
an exclusive videotape of one of
their "tea parties." Many Boggans ... died to bring
us this information.
Mary, Duke, and Werewolf.
[I can't for the life of me remember what this was about. - E.]
Court will
be held tonight, not only to celebrate the Joy of High
Summer, but to determine whether Shane Charge is a heinous
murderer, violator of the
Escheat, and danger to all faekind, or just a stupid
troll. The ever
resourceful Johnny Anvilhead is live with Shane for his
comments.
J: Mr. Charge, why are you such a horrible person?
Did your mother beat you
as a child? Did she beat you yesterday? Do
you often kill fine, upstanding
innocent kithmates? What are your opinions on cheese?
Back to you, Troy.
[Jim, the player of Shane Charge, was not scripted. - E.]
Insightful,
a true glimpse into the mind of a killer. Well, I hope you'll
all be in attendance tonight for the festivities and
this exciting trial by
combat. I know I'll be there. And now, here's
Todd with the entertainment.
Todd: Well, I rrrrrrrented some movies last night ... (etc.)
[As Todd, I ranted on about some
movies in a Scottish accent. I think one of
them was "Basic Instinct."
- E.]
Troy: Thanks,
Todd. I've been Troy Poodlesbane. Accept no substitutes
(especially not Pooftas) and I'll see you in Duke Brendan's
Court. Now
enough of this, it's Highsummer night and I'm gonna get
me some booty.
[END]