From:	Can I play with madness <MKNABUSCH@******.BITNET>
Subject:	What happened?
Date:	Fri, 4 Feb 1994 15:46:49 -0500

>>>>>[Hey boss? What happened? You sounded bad when you were
talking to Little Dragon.]<<<<<
-Cyberpunk <15:28:20/02-04-55>

>Oh, no. Don't encourage him. He needs rest.<
-Gossymer <Matrix Construct>

>>>>>[Thanks *cough* Goss. But I'm a big elf now. I'll handle
it.]<<<<<
-Harlequin <*hack*

>Oh, fine. It's not like I have access to medico data or anything.<
-Gossymer <Matrix Construct>

>>>>>[Gee, Goss, I'd almost say that was an emotion. >Huh?<
Nevermind.
Ok, punk. Heres the low down. Four nights ago the house was attacked.
I don't know why. It started with, as Styx now tells me, the spirit
that guards us being nuked. Fried. Gone. Styx felt the thing go, maybe
it got a message to her before it left. She's not saying. She woke up
and realised it was gone, thinking to take an astral look about (she sleeps
two rooms down) she slips out. And comes back screaming. Woke Lucinda,
T.C. and me up. T.C. and Lucinda, fearing that Styx was either having
nightmares or that she might have been attacked by her *ahem* less
civilised 'brothers'. I *cough* got one of those damned feelings again.
A nasty one. Ever have all your body hair stand on end? I started
to retrieve some of my hard wear from where its stored (nice to keep it
handy) when I feel eyes on me. I turn around and theres some slitch
standing behind me. Mage type too, and he starts waving his hands.
I yell out and look for something to throw when T.C. bops back through
the door. For all her 'ditzy' look, she really isn't an air head.
She sized things up real quick and threw some spell at him. It stopped
him, but not enough. His spell washed over me *ouch* *cough* and I
dropped. From Goss's vid I watched yesterday, the boyo turned, laughed,
and disappeared into thin air. T.C. is gone now. Who knows where.
Lucinda has been helping us along with Sabre. Frostfire is here too, healing
us as she's able. I have Goss working on the ID of the jacknape. Must
have forgotten we have cameras here. Anyone out there seen *cough* *hack*
a blue haired Amerindian, she's wearing a long coat, a dagger, and a few bones
and such. Her name is She-is-Hard-to-Catch. T.C. for short. I need to
find her.]<<<<<
-Harlequin <Excedrin, please>

>You aren't going to like this. I found the 'jacknape?'.<
-Gossymer <Matrix Construct>

>>>>>[Nevermind jacknape. Gimme *cough*]<<<<<
-Harlequin <Stupid, dumb, ...>

>Promise you'll get some rest.<
-Gossymer <Matrix Construct>

>>>>>[k, ok. Worse than a mother hen program. What do you
have?]<<<<<
-Harlequin <Excedrin NOW!>

>The pictures show with a 99% acuracy that the perpetrator was Michael S. Barron
<
-Gossymer <Matrix Construct>

>>>>>[.....]<<<<<
-Harlequin <.....>





>Damn. At least he's off to bed. Anyone, if you see T.C. send her home.<
>I'm afraid she is after Michael. And I failed. I could stop or see him
>enter the house. They need her back. I'm scrape.<
-Gossymer <Matrix Construct>