Day: Friday 31 December 2004

  • On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me six geese a-laying (eggs I hope), five golden rings, four calling birds, three French hens, two turtledoves, and a partridge in a pear tree.

     

    OK, on the 10th Mike ran Star Trek:  Feng Shui again.  Melanie was wounded fairly severely, but she insisted that we continue.  We found a false floor, created by four small holoprojectors.  Miss Sprint said that her father often used them as false windows or picture frames.  So we went down the hole into a natural cavern.  We followed it to a lake.  We followed the passage through its underater portion until the lake opened into another chamber.  There, we met with some primatives in a jungle-type environment.  They knew where Dr. Sprint and his family was and led us to their village. 

     

    There Miss Sprint and her family were happy rejoined.  Dr. Sprint was made aware of the urgency of his new quest, and he promised to be ready to go in the morning.  He had already promised the village elder that he would help him first.  Apparently he suffered from giantism (at ten feet tall!) and an overabundance of internal energies.  Every day he released red heat eyebeams into the pipes at the side of the chamber.  It heated the pipes which melted the ice, which turned to steam and raised to the top of the chamber where it recooled into the tropical rain effect.  Dr. Sprint was trying to find a away to have the equipment drain away the access energy permanently, instead temporarily. 

     

    In the meantime we attuned to a sacred grove, had Melanie healed of her coruption from the hopping vampires, had dinner, and went to sleep for the night.  At dinner, we noticed that at least one of the villagers wasn't happy with the village elder's choice to be "healed" of his excess energy.  Apparently, the energy was infused through radiation a couple of millenia ago.  He hoped to get rid of the energy in order to be allowed to die of old age.  Some of his villagers were not happy with the idea of losing their idyllic living conditions.  We went to sleep unsure what horrible things were about to happen there. 

     

    On the 11th Steve did run, but I'm already falling asleep here at the computer.  I'll recap that and tell you about this morning's fog some other time.  Night!

     

    "Big jobs usually go to the men who prove their ability to outgrow small ones."  ~Ralph Waldo Emerson