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- From: braley@binkley.cs.mcgill.ca (The Didi-Sprite)
- Subject: The Callahan Chronicles - The Tinman Odyssey.
- Message-ID: <9211222117.AA08346@binkley.cs.mcgill.ca>
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- Organization: Yale CS Mail/News Gateway
- Date: Sun, 22 Nov 1992 11:17:01 GMT
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- Sklunksh!
-
- Nick staggers in the door, in terror of his life! He is dripping wet!
- What a horrible fate! first his- car - what a horrible metal
- monstrosity! - breaks down, then halfway to the light on the hill, it
- suddenly pours rain. HE WILL RUST.
-
- The front portal of this place has a single lightbulb over it. NO WAIT!
- it is a tiny lantern with a flame in it! How odd! He could have sworn...
-
- But the portal does not protect from the fury of the rain, and already
- he is rusting, and he has dropped his oilcan somewhere!
-
- The door opens at his knock. He stumbles in. But nobody is there. A tiny
- lantern barely lights a long hall with hulking shapes. The roar of the
- storm blots out any noises from within. Nick attempts to call for help,
- but his jaw has rusted shut already. What is he going to do?
-
- Suddenly the wind slams the door shut with a loud, hollow thud! which
- echoes THUDThudthudud.d.d.d... Then nothing but the faint sound of the
- storm and some odd whispery sounds....
-
- Nick sees a cord hanging from a bell. He reaches for it and GREEEKKK!
- The arm is frozen. And the legs. And the torso. And everything! Only the
- eyes can move, and in the hollow kettle chest, a wildly beating heart -
- helpless. Things remain like that for some time.
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- "I think you should check the bread dough, Grantkins. I think it is
- ready to be punched down and re-set." suggests Didi.
-
- The kitchen has become the center for folk returning from adventures.
- It's cave-like quality and the warmth generated by the crackling fire
- on the hearth give it a 'safe haven' quality.
-
- "You really do look ... err ... lethal! ... in that outfit, Danger
- Mousekins! You gave me quite a turn when we met in the woods!"
- Didi shudders again, remembering.
-
- Talk and laughter swirl about in counterpoint to the wind and rain
- lashing the side of the house.
-
- "This has definitely been a Halloween with a difference." remarks
- one of the taste-testers, licking caramel off his fingers.
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- Nick has relaxed. There is nothing he can do. He daydreams. About yellow
- brick roads, flying sofas, Tin castles, animated vaccuum cleaners, and a
- cozy bar now centuries away.
-
- He comes back with a start, still unable to twitch a muscle. HIS FEET
- ARE NO LONGER ON THE GROUND. He swings through the air as a giant
- pendulum. But no rope or cable appears attached, none he can feel. He
- cannot look up, of course. The swinging stops. He feels himself lowered.
- His feed touch something solid. He stands, but his eyes are still quite
- a bit higher than they had been. He is in the hall, still, up about 3
- feet. And still the whispery noises.
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- "Shhh!" cautions Kitten. "Did you hear a thud?"
-
- "Probably a loose shutter banging in the wind. It is pretty wild out
- there." suggests Danger Mouse, reasonably.
-
- Didi shivers inwardly. Nothing about this night strikes her as
- reasonable.
-
- Having recovered from their earlier adventure, the Aussies decide they
- are game for another foray into the dark dankness of the interior and
- so set out in search for the source of the thud.
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-
- Voices! Someone is coming! They sound scared! But they will find him and
- some oil and save him! He cannot turn his head to see, but they are
- coming right toward him. THEY MUST SEE ME! he thinks.
-
- Into his field of view come the intrepid band from Down Under. Nick does
- not recognize them but from their talk they must be lost wayfarers like
- himself. Maybe even other Callahanians! Surely they will recognize him!
-
- "Gads! this place is creepy! Positively medieval!"
-
- "You said it! The perfect Holloween Haunted House. I still think
- something is lurking invisible nearby."
-
- "Invisible, inshmisible. You just dropped your walking stick and
- forgot where you lost it, dummy"
-
- "Man,... look at these creepy statues. Old rusty armor, ancient weapons,
- coats of arms.... This one is a little different," (waves at Nick) " and
- reminds me of something, I do not know what. Look at that halberd!" Nick
- realizes a long-handled axe with a spearpoint attached, has been placed
- in his frozen, upraised hand. Amazing!
-
- The figures move on.
-
- "Well, we cannot go out in that storm, and this place seems awfully
- empty, dispite the oil lamps here and there. Spookier, and spookier said
- Alice"
-
- "That's Curiouser and Curiouser, dummy!" They pass around the corner and
- their voices fade. Nick is astounded. He was standing there in plain
- sight, and they ignored him! Then he realizes! The platform is the same
- as the platform under each of the suits of armor lining one side of the
- hallway when he came in. HE IS NOW JUST ANOTHER SUIT OF ARMOR! HORRORS!
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-
- Meanwhile ...
-
- Arachne did not really like rainy weather. It made her itch. Also, the
- nice little bugs would hide in the woodwork. She did not really eat the
- bugs much, except for seasoning now and then. But without the bugs,
- the bats could only sleep. She LOVED to catch bats and munch on their
- leathery little wings. Delightful. Well, there were always the mice. She
- began to explore, looking for mouse droppings. They were there. So,
- where should she set her traps? The kitchen? Long cleaned out by the
- vermin. The conservatory with its jungle of dead plants? The library
- with its moldering tomes? Yes, the library seemed like a good bet.
-
- She carefully worked her way to the door of her room and out into the
- hall. Several pictures were askew. How careless of the little rodents!
- She straightened them in passing. She could see perfectly well, in the
- dark hallways, especially with the intermittent flashes of lightning,
- but maybe a lamp or two would help attract dinner.
-
- She examined the lamps at either end of the hall. Both still had a
- little oil. They would need refills. Ah, well, she could light them and
- let them burn down in the hour or so it would take to find the oil. In
- the cellar, maybe, or the attic, or the rear secret passage. Dear, dear,
- why did she always forget these things. Never mind. She found the
- striker near the inner lamp. In a second she had it lit. Then a quick
- run down to the far end of the hall and the second lamp was lit. Flash!
- Rumblerumble. Miserable storm. She turned from the two feeble lights,
- and headed for the stairs.
-
- Arachne did not use stairs. In fact, she did not use the floor at all.
- Above the stairs was a large chandelier. The candles had long since
- burned out, but the fixture was still sound. She swung out over the
- stairwell and let herself down on the cable of silk she had spun over
- the years. Grabbed the molding near the ceiling at the bottom, and began
- to walk.
-
- On the ceiling. She really preferred heads down. And in 50 years of
- living in the old mansion, she had explored all the footholds she could
- possibly use. She could have walked on the ceiling almost as well
- without the use of her eight eyes, because she could feel the holds with
- the sensitive hairs on her feet and legs.
-
- She walked into the dining room. Across the ceiling to the large hutch
- in the corner. A slight shove. The tall dish case turned into the wall,
- revealing a dark passage beyond. She entered. The hutch swung back.
-
- Down the passage in total darkness. Now lets see, if she had left some
- oil in HERE, it would be on the set of shelves behind the conservatory.
- Ah, here we are. She felt the shelves. Lots of tools, old jars of screws
- and nuts, a skull, human, an entire cat skeleton, various knives and
- axes which never got sharpened on the stone there, a large can of black
- powder. A wooden box of lead shot. Ah, yes! A big can of oil!
-
- She felt around some more. Lets see - a small oil can for transferring.
- There it was. Still a little oil in it. She filled it from the larger
- can through a tiny spigot at its base. Back to the upper hallway!
-
- Halfway to the stairwell, the front door banged open. DRAT! that latch
- was giving her trouble again! She turned to go shut it when something
- CLOSED the door! HUMANS!
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- The aroma of bread baking, fondu bubbling, and stew warming (Didi and
- Bear found a kettle of stew along with some other goodies, tucked away
- in what could only be the cold room) is too much for some to tolerate.
- So the inhabitants of the kitchen decide that they will form small
- parties and disperse amongst the rooms. There's time for another
- adventure or two before supper.
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- A gypsy girl comes around the corner with a lantern. "You look down this
- hall?"
-
- A large Kzin in a soaked CalTech t-shirt follows, growls "Nawh, This
- place is a hopeless maze. What is down here?"
-
- She looks. "A bunch of armor. Rusty. Like a poorly kept museum. Atmo-
- sphere, I suppose. Whoever has set this up had a DROLL sense of humor."
- She holds a piece of paper up to her lantern. "Lets see, we are still
- missing <didi supply list> and Nick Chopper."
-
- "Old Nick? With a name like that he probably set this exercise up!"
-
- "Can it, Speaker, too may of us have shown up in this place for it to be
- coincidence. Higher powers are at work here. Nick is probably a victim,
- too. I am just worried that he got caught in the storm out there and is
- now rusting to death somewhere. If he is not down here, maybe there is a
- room at the end here. Any doors?"
-
- "Three"
-
- "Try the left one"
-
- With a loud, squeeling groan, the left door opens. They walk through.
- Then nothing. They do not come out.
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- "Well, those rats sure deserted this ship in a hurry, huh?" Giggles
- Didi, as she sets a couple of deep-dish apple pies along with three
- wonderfully aromatic pumpkin pies on a platform to bake over a bed of
- red hot coals in the hearth. "Just when I was about to call for
- volunteers to peel a few more apples!"
-
- Grant, with Kitten's help, is busily tidying up after his culinary efforts.
- They agree that there is nothing like a neat kitchen.
-
- "Since all we have to do now is wait, why don't we join them?" he asks
- of his companions. "A nice bit of exploration just might put an edge on
- my appetite!"
-
- Didi giggles and checks her appearance in the shiny surface of a
- copper kettle hanging on the wall beside the fireplace. She adjusts the
- angle of her cap, then announces: "Well ... I'm ready! Let's go!
- House beware! Here we come!"
-
- So, arm-in-arm, and lantern-in-hand, the three friends set out on the
- trail of adventure.
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- The middle door groans open. A head sticks out. "Oh, the hall!" exclaims
- a rather large blond kitten. She walks out, looks around at the dim
- figures. Didi and Grantkins join her, holding hands, not just in
- friendship. They peer through the dimness.
-
- "Well," says the Sprite, "we have found most of us, though Danger Mouse
- has disappeared again. But we never found Nick."
-
- "I just KNOW Nick has rusted solid by now! If only we can find some oil
- and get it to him!"
-
- "Fret not, Kitten" assures Grant. "We will find him AND some oil and all
- will be righted. I think" They all peer around. Grant goes up to the
- nearest armor and bends over. Then pulls out his lighter. The flame is
- enough to show (Wirtenberg, 1570), the next shows (Herzegovina, 1620).
- He reads them off to the others. The fifth one reads (Oz, 1902).
-
- The three friends stop, look at each other, then up at the armor.
-
- "NICK!" They all scream together. Nick feels vaste, vaste relief. Now if
- only he had some oil! Kitten and Didi each hug a rusty leg, being
- careful not to knock the tin man off his pedistal. Grant runs off to get
- the others.
-
- "Oh, Nick! We were so afraid you were lost in the storm!"
-
- "And rusted solid"
-
- "And cold!"
-
- "Unloved!"
-
- "Abandoned!"
-
- "But here we find you, in this crazy old house with 30 other
- Callahanians running around!"
-
- "What a spooky Holloween!"
-
- Grant returns with the others. "Has anybody got some oil?" pleads the
- sprite. They look helpless. Suddenly a wolf points behind Nick's heels.
- "What is that?"
-
- Kitten looks. It is an oilcan.
-
- With much puffing and confusion and Troll, Kzin, and Balrog muscle, they
- carefully lift the tin man down from the pedistal and annoint him in the
- proper joints. He heaves a vaste sigh and hugs his friend to him.
-
- "I would cry tears of joy at my rescue except then you would have to oil
- me again. Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
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- "We're all together again! We're all together again! We'll sing and
- play the day away! We're all together again!" Chants the Didi sprite
- ecstatically.
-
- Then Bear suggests: "Let's go eat!"
-
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-
- HAPPY
- HAPPY HALLOW HAPPY OWEEN HAPPY
- HALLOWEEN HAPPY HALLOWEEN HAPPY HALLOWEEN HAPP
- LOWEEN HAPPY HALLOWEEN HAPPY HALLOWEEN HAPPY HALLOWEE
- APPY HALLOWEEN HAPPY HALLOWEEN HAPPY HAL OWEEN HAPPY HAL
- ALLOWEEN HAPPY LLOWEEN HAPPY HALLOWEE HAPPY HALLOWEEN
- HAPPY HALLOWEEN PPY HALLOWEEN HAPPY OWEEN HAPPY HALL
- ALLOWEEN HAPPY OWEEN HAPPY HALLOW HAPPY HALLOWEEN
- HAPPY HALLOWEEN Y HALLOWEEN HAPP OWEEN HAPPY HALL
- ALLOWEEN HAPPY EEN HA PY HALL HAPPY HALLOWEEN
- HAPPY HALLOWEEN HAPPY HALLO N HAPPY HALLOWEEN HAPPY HALL
- ALLOWEEN HAPPY HALLOWEEN HALLOWEEN HAPPY HALLOWEEN
- APPY HAL OWEEN HAPPY HAL HAPPY HALLOWEEN HAPPY HAL
- LLOWEEN PPY HALLOWEEN HALLOWEEN HAP ALLOWEEN
- PPY HALLOW HAPPY HALLOWEEN HAPPY HAL N HAPPY HA
- LOWEEN HAPPY EEN HAPPY HAL HAPPY HALLOWEEN
- PY HALLOWEEN H HALLOWEEN HAPPY H
- WEEN HAPPY HALLOWEEN HAPPY HALLOWEEN HAPPY HALLOW
- OWEEN HAPPY HALLOWEEN HAPPY HALLOWEEN
- HALLOWEEN HAPPY HALLOWEEN
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- This effort was mostly authored by: Nick, the Tinman from Oz
- with just a few interludes provided by: The Didi-Sprite
- who is solely responsible for its delay in arriving at your sites!
- Apologies offered all 'round.
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- The Didi-Sprite
- Montreal * Canada
-
- braley@binkley.cs.mcgill.ca
-