Christel pales slightly, listening to the man's words. She eyes the door surreptitiously, trying not to draw attention to herself.
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Christel takes a seat, but refuses a beer.
Since FB wants to be stupid, I have provided a few photos: My wife in Starfleet uniform (we are members of Starfleet International, U.S.S. Neptune chapter, my wife is the one in the middle)
Christel follows Hauser.
It was an awesome con! This was my wife's first year as Con Director, and for the most part, everything went smoothly. Everyone I've spoken to seemed to enjoy it. Mike Brock (yes, THAT Mike Brock) was our Gaming Guest of Honor and spent every free moment at the Pathfinder tables, playing with the gamers. He was nothing short of fantastic! Terrific guy, as well. He had some great stories about GenCon and PaizoCon. My wife, Gods bless her, put her money where her mouth is. Our charity is the Pink Hearts Fund, a group that provides wigs, breast prostheses, and other medical supplies to those recovering or suffering from various diseases, free of charge. My lovely and kind wife stepped up and put her hair into our charity auction, taking bids to allow it to be cut. In the end, she raised $500 for the charity AND then donated the cut hair to make a child's wig! You can see the photos on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10202171392060135&set=pcb.10202 171402220389&type=1&theater.
Two days to go before we put on CoastCon. This is the big one for me (as I am the Game Room Director). I will try to check in on games I am involved with tomorrow and Thursday, but may not be able to do so. I will not be on at all Friday through Sunday. I should be able to resume normal posting on Monday. Please bot me as necessary. If you are in one of the games I am running, I ask that you remain patient and we will resume on Monday with a more regular schedule. And, of course, if you are in the Mississippi area, feel free to stop by CoastCon in Biloxi this weekend. We are a sci-fi/fantasy convention in our 37th year and our Gaming Guest of Honor is none other than Mike Brock (our Media Guest of Honor is John de Lancie)!
Will be back on Monday, as I am going to Pensacon (Pensacola, FL) for the weekend.
Christel turns and follows Snuffy back to our crazy hobo friend.
Christel shuffles among, watching the pavement at her feet and consciously avoiding stepping on cracks.
"Strange things, such as ghostly figures."
As they walk, Christel addresses her new friends. At first, her conversation is light and involves discussion of local progress on the front and the weather. Then, she turns serious. "Have you gentlemen seen anything out of the ordinary, lately?"
"Perhaps," she replies, noncommittally. "Could I bring some friends?"
After a meal, Christel begins considering a means of egress and ingress without alerting the MPs.
Using Snuffy's distraction, Christel slips past the MPs and into her bunk.
If Snuffy is going back to bed, then Christel will follow suit.
Christel presses forward, despite the clear lack of rest that weighs heavily upon her.
Whoops! Been a while since I've played. Sorry.
So, all said and done, I guess that's a success with one raise.
Christel hands a 100 mark bill to the shopkeep and follows the man out of the shop, shouting, "He's trying to find Constantine!"
"I think we have all the information we will be getting from here. We should be going." Christel says to her companions. "Ich danke Ihnen für Ihre Zeit, Herr," she says to the shopkeeper. German: "Thank you for your time, sir."
"Herr Meister, wieder einmal, bitte verzeihen Sie unsere Grobheit. Wir würden nie geweckt haben Sie es nicht für eine gerechte Sache." German: "Mr. Meister, once again, please forgive our rudeness. We would never have wakened you were it not for a just cause."
"Herr Meister, vergib uns bitte. Ich weiß, dass die Stunde ist spät, und dass wir kaum angezogen, aber es ist ein Notfall. Wir brauchen dringend Ihre Hilfe." German: "Mr. Meister, please forgive us. I realize that the hour is late and that we are barely dressed, but it is an emergency. We urgently need your help."
"Herr Meister is a good man. I am certain he will help us if he can." Christel replies.
"There is another option, a small bookshop just down the street. It will be locked this time of night, but..." her voice trails off. "There are other ways of getting into a place."
"Mein Freund, wir sind hier, um Ihnen zu helfen. Bitte haben Sie keine Angst," Christel says. German: "My friend, we are here to help you. Please do not be afraid."
Christel is quite stealthy, but not so observant.
Christel leads the way to the library, avoiding the cathedral.
"To the library, I guess. We need more information."
Steers sidesteps the clumsy attack and vaults the wall. He climbs through the ditch with unnatural ease and breaks into a run as he enters the woods.
Christel piles onto Steers, riding him in an attempt to down him.
Christel moves forward and speaks to Steers. "We can better serve your purpose with knowledge. Come with us to the library first."
"The library is this way! Come!"
Happy Thanksgiving to my American friends! Bountiful harvest to the rest of you! And of course, Happy Hanukkah if it applies.
Christel runs to catch up to Steers.
Christel points to the shadow near the side entrance, making a walking motion with two fingers across her left palm.
Christel, noticing the goings on and that fact that nothing seems to be making noise, gets up from her bed and tugs at Snuffy's arm to get his attention. She points to the doors of the church, then at her ear, and begins to walk towards the exit.
Sorry. I can do one per day (except weekends), but there hasn't been much that Christel can take part in of late. I'll fill in some of the downtime with RP, however.
Appreciate your service, sir. Did seven-and-a-half myself (US Air Force, 1988-1995) and I am an Air Force brat to boot.
Christel is terrified and shrinks beneath the covers, holding them up to her face so that only her eyes and the top of her head can be seen.
Christel wakens with a start and says something, words that come out only as a wheezing cough. Realizing that she cannot hear even the sound of her own voice, panic sets in and she screams. But even that sound is but a muted wail, a low moaning like that of the wind.
Looks like Christel is particularly alert tonight.
"Nothing?" Christel asks, her tone reflecting her skepticism. "I do not believe in geists, Sir, but I saw something."
No problem! Bon voyage!
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