Dreamline the Final Edition
(Introduction to Game 3, August 1998).
(Introduction to Game 3, August 1998).
[Thanks to Chris Haddad and Joe Walter for getting this to me. In the interest of time and of focusing on preparations for the NEW game, I haven't formatted this all purdy like the other Dreamline broadcasts… Unfortunately, player characters interviewed by our fine redcap staff were not scripted, and so their replies to our piercing questions have not been recorded. -- E.]
Doo doo doo doo doo doo dood oo doodo dod do.
T: Hello. I'm Troy Poodlesbane and this . . . is Dreamline. (or "I'm working towards a day where I don't need to wear pants." Or "and I'm really not all that funny anymore")
Take Violent Irishman and Bitch Sidhe and stir well.
Tonight is the insanely prompt wedding of our local Lepruchan, Cassidy and the infamous Countess Ava. The Changeling community has been abuzz about the nuptials, but rather than rely on conjecture we decided to go right to the porcupines ass and find out what (Cass or Ava) had to say about their Very Lucky Charms.
T: So, why are you getting married?
T: Don't tell me it's love!
T: Would you sleep with me first? I'm very lonely
"Oh my what a surprise."
T: In mundane news the Prudential building has been accosted with multiple bomb treats. Personally I suspect those damn Teddy Bears!
That old Black Magic.
For some unknown reason cantrips have been having . . . odd . . . effects. Please, in this time of chaos be careful before calling upon Fae Magic. Especially when using it to cook. Ooo gamey.
In a most likely related note . . quite a few mortals seem to have become spontaneously enchanted. While this is mostly limited to homeless drunks it has also affected at least one Republican senator.
In another most likely related note . . . faerie dreams
-- and nightmares -- are coming true. If you see Claudia Schiffer with
sharp nasty teeth and a blowtorch, please call me.
We Come from the Eighties!
Introduction:
Seeing as how I get paid whether I talk or not I've decided to kidnap, I mean invite unsuspecting changelings to debate our visitors the wire man and the flesh eating, fire breathing dragon.
Our Panel on this hot debate.
-Hamish the seal boy
-Lady Andrea of the Duke's Court.
-Gwyneth the Sluagh, occult Bookstore employee
-Mary the bed. A bed of some reknown.
-Nicholas Riley, Cloven footed warrior for the downtrodden and oppressed.
[I vaguely recall that the players of Hamish and Gwyneth weren't there, and were replaced at random. -- E.]
T: Wire Man, interesting guy to have at a party or homicidal maniac?
Hamish what do you think?
Wouldn't it be cool to have our very own dragon in town?
Will this Bull market continue? [Mary the Bed discoursed on this question at some length. -- E.]
What ramifications would a dragon have?
Could we make money on it?
Wouldn't it be great to see Mayor Menino eaten by a dragon?
What advice for the duke do you have on his sainday?
Voltron. In this day and age couldn't there have been something more modern and hip like the power rangers?
What's your idea of a good time?
Would you like to come back to my place tonight for some
beer and a game of hide the munchy? I can eat anything!
Here's Johnny Anvil head with our man on the street.
[Johnny harrasses someone or other.]
And Now, Todd has a very special message for Cassidy on his night of nuptials.
T: [Sex tips.]
Well that's all. Don't forget to go the wedding and watch my stellar turn as a priest.
Boogie boogie and goodnight.
Claudia? Is that you?