Sime/Gen Roleplaying: Two Roads Diverged Scenario
Episode #49: Blabber Mouth (7/28/98)
Fremus stands up on the edge of the fountain yelling.
Fremus: And he SAVED ME! He Touched me and I was SAVED!!!!
Fremus: I was in need and he quenched my need.
Fremus: I was alone and he took me in.
Fremus: I was poor, but he wanted no payment other then a poem of love.
Tanzarra wanders through the streets looking for any sign of Eliza.
Fremus: Cast off the shackles of the evil Tecton!
Fremus: Be FREE of their judgement!
Fremus: There are CHANNELS who will help you, aid you, SAVE you!
Fremus is in fine form.
Fremus: He who shall be nameless shall find you and he shall set you free from NEED!
Fremus has gathered a small crowd, some of whom throw things.
Tanzarra hears yelling and goes to investagate.
Fremus ducks a rock or two.
Fremus: Channels are not all evil workers for the Tecton.
Fremus: My Saviour works for no man but mankind!
Tanzarra sees a gathering of people around a fountain, some throwing rocks at the person yelling.
Fremus: A wonderous creature with skills beound that of the norm!
Tanzarra makes her way through the gathering.
Fremus: He took me in, gathered me into the caring circle of his tenticles, and gave me LIFE!
Rock Thrower throws another rock.
Fremus ducks it.
Rock Thrower: You fool, get out of here!
Fremus: Friends, do not be hostile. He has love enough for all!
Fremus: Are you in need? Are you sick? Hurting?
Rock Thrower grips another rock ready to hurl.
Fremus: Has the Tecton cast you out?
Fremus: Do you need to be LOVED!!!???
Tanzarra stops just infront of fountain.
Fremus is lit up with almost religious fervor.
Rock Thrower: Yeah! Love this.
Rock Thrower hurls the rock.
Fremus zlins a channel in front of him and misses seeing the rock which hits him on the temple.
Fremus staggers and falls into the fountain.
Fremus: [the fountain suddenly becomes a lot dirtier and Fremus a lot cleaner.]
Fremus jumps up and points wettly at Tanzarra.
Fremus: You! Are you a slave of the Tecton?
Tanzarra lurches forward to stop him from falling, but just isn't close enough.
Tanzarra looks from the wet Sime to the rest of the crowd.
Fremus: [the rest of the crowd isn't much interested in the nutcase, and doesn't want problems with a Tecton Channel either]
Tanzarra: Why don't you come and dry off?
Tanzarra wants to talk to this man but doesn't want a scene either.
Fremus spreads his arms and wastes selyn to raise his temperature and dry off.
Fremus: Thanks to my saviour I am full of the essence of life!
Rock Thrower: Thanks to your saviour? Your acting like some fool who can't handle his porstan.
Fremus: Porstan was my downfall friend!
Rock Thrower: I can see that. [laughs loudly]
Fremus: But now I have seen the light!
Rock Thrower: More like you've seen the bottom of the glass.
Fremus looks at Tanzarra. "Why don't you see the light my sister? Why don't you cast off the shackles of the Tecton and join the chosen one?"
Tanzarra: So, who is this "chosen one" ?
Fremus bows his head.
Fremus: At his wish I can not tell you his name, but he travels with his companion in light, Eliza.
Fremus: He asked that I write a poem of love and need in her name.
Tanzarra: ~~ shock ~~
Tanzarra: Where are they now? Are they still in town?
Tanzarra: ~~ panicky ~~
Fremus: Are you in need of saving? Do you want to cast off the evil Tecton?
Fremus: Or are you one of THEM and anxious only to throw him down?
Tanzarra: I'm not interested in who he is, I'm looking for Eliza.
Rock Thrower: Hey, take that damn fool away from here. [to Tanzarra]
Fremus backs off fast.
Fremus has the feeling that maybe he shouldn't have said any names.
Tanzarra: Wait! I have to find Eliza and you can help me.
Fremus thinks that the mighty Gark will be displeased.
Fremus turns and runs away.
Tanzarra: No! Wait!
Rock Thrower: Yeah go on, git.
Tanzarra follows after the fleeing Sime.
Fremus augments down the road.
Rock Thrower is happy that he made the nuisance leave and happily turns to find something else to fuss over.
Tanzarra augments after the Sime.
Fremus weaves in and out, knocking several Gens flying.
Marfy sits down suddenly and squarks as the renSime knocks into him.
Marfy: ~ sore backside ~
Marfy struggles to climb to his feet.
Tanzarra stops to help.
Tanzarra: Are you all right?
Marfy: Shouldn't be allowed!
Marfy: That sort of thing causes accidents!
Marfy: Gets Gens killed!
Tanzarra realises that she has lost the Sime who knew of Eliza.
Marfy: I'm going to write a letter about this!
Tanzarra: May I help?
Marfy: No, I can write perfectly well by myself!
Marfy stalks off, rubbing the offended part
Tanzarra: No, I mean now. Are you injured?
Tanzarra thinks that getting any help here is going to be next to impossible.
Tanzarra: Uh, excuse me?
Lantie stops as the channel says something.
Lantie: Can I help you Hajene?
Tanzarra: Yes, actually. I was wondering if you know who that Sime was?
Tanzarra: The one that was talking at the fountain.
Lantie: Who? The one yelling?
Lantie: Oh him, that's Fremus the Madman. He is always on about something.
Lantie: He attacked a channel at the Center last month.
Tanzarra: Do you know who he was talking about?
Lantie: No idea. I did notice he had had transfer though.
Lantie: Is that all? Because I really have to go, you see.
Tanzarra: One more thing. Do you know where I could find him?
Lantie considers.
Lantie: I've never met anyone who actually wanted to before. Find a soap box, he will be on it.
Tanzarra: Thank you for your time.
Lantie smiles and hurries off.
Tanzarra nods and turns to head in the direction that Fremus went.
Tanzarra gets to the next corner and stops to look in both directions.
Tanzarra: ~~ frustration ~~
Tanzarra sighs deeply and heads down the street to her right.
Fremus climbs up on the pedestal of a statue.
Fremus: Friends! Hark to me!
Fremus: There is an end to your slavery!
Tanzarra: Oh Eliza! where are you? [to no one in particular]
Fremus: There is one who will free the shackles of the Tecton.
Fremus glares at her.
Fremus points to her.
Fremus: There are those who would prevent his good work! Who would steal his Companion!
Tanzarra: ~~ shen ~~
Tanzarra tries to remain calm.
Tanzarra walks slowly toward Fremus.
Tanzarra: Fremus, can we talk?
Fremus can certainly talk.
Fremus: Get behind me oh foul demon!
Tanzarra: I'd like to talk with you privately, not in front of people.
Fremus looks at her curiously.
Fremus: Can you pay?
Tanzarra: Umm, I just wanted to talk, nothing else.
Tanzarra: ~~ confused ~~
Fremus looks contemptuous.
Fremus: I am a professional! Words cost money. Even breathing isn't free to a drowning man!!!
Fremus: If you could pay, however....
Fremus: What is information, except words? What are words, but wind? Every man passes wind sometime or another.