Date: Sun, 15 Feb 1998 16:15:35 -0500 From: Amanda-Lyn Surkont Subject: [Fwd: INT: VDC: The Winners (at the outpost)] This is a multi-part message in MIME format. --------------EE4E3A32DDE18D3FD4DE47F4 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit --------------EE4E3A32DDE18D3FD4DE47F4 Content-Type: message/rfc822 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline Return-Path: Received: from pop3.ids.net by ids.net with SMTP; Sun, 15 Feb 1998 9:36:02 -0500 (EST) Received: from pobox.ids.net (pobox.ids.net [155.212.1.122]) by pop3.ids.net (8.8.8/8.8.8) with ESMTP id JAA22733 for ; Sun, 15 Feb 1998 09:35:08 -0500 (EST) Received: from ids.net ([155.212.204.139]) by pobox.ids.net (8.8.8/8.8.8) with ESMTP id JAA06865; Sun, 15 Feb 1998 09:35:06 -0500 (EST) Message-ID: <34E6FC9A.80E1764E@ids.net> Date: Sun, 15 Feb 1998 09:32:59 -0500 From: Amanda-Lyn Surkont Reply-To: manda@ids.net X-Mailer: Mozilla 4.03 [en] (Win95; I) MIME-Version: 1.0 To: writers@mit.mitvma.edu Subject: Re: INT: VDC: The Winners (at the outpost) References: <199802150410.XAA21228@megara.MIT.EDU> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Manda sneaks a peek in the window...the stools are empty! > "Well, all right...the authors and all winners!", Tink says. > > > > Tink continues, facing the floor... > "And for poetry, with 12 entries, we have:" > And for Third Place in Poetry, the bronze soapbox goes to.... > SUB: VDC: Whiskey Kisses or Jack Daniels & Me (poem) by Amanda-Lyn Surkont > And for Second Place in Poetry, the silver soapbox goes to.... > SUB: VDC: My Rose to You (poem) by Rex Page > tink diddles around with the keyboard, wondering what to throw in here > for a nice dramatic pause...and then simply lets the silence speak... > it gathers, in blobs and swatches, across the crowd... > And for First Place in Poetry, the gold soapbox goes to.... > SUB: VDC: Did You Know? (poem) by Susan Minyard > "There you have it, one and all! Please, feel free to join in the > interactive celebration of our Valentine's Day Contest, if you > like...the outpost awaits your imagineering!" > The soapboxes continue to follow the poets for a while, creating a > rather unaesthetic stir in the crowd. Finally someone (that rascal > certainly does turn up a lot) jogs tink's elbow and points out the > problem. Tink writes into his PalmPilot and the soapboxes all fly > together, merging into a single chunky box and shedding their party > colors before tucking themselves into a corner near the bar, with an > almost audible sigh of well-deserved relief...and one last whimper > from the bronze clone, that really wanted to chase down three > contestants, not just two... > The crowd begins to play with the bar, testing out the somewhat odd > fixtures. A tap labeled beer seems to discharge into a rubber balloon, > and the first few sucking at the beer bubbles look discouraged--it's > flat! > Someone else discovers that the box labelled "dance bands" has a > collection of outsized rubberbands, with various velcro attachments > allowing people to fasten themselves together and to the floor. It also > has a pamphlet explaining the vocal programming that allows the dancers > to select from the large music library available through the web. > Then the party really starts... > tink > [I shan't describe the mountain of chocolate candies, boxed and ready > for everyone to take away their fair share...or the delights of the > red garters, waiting for the right partners to enjoy putting them and > taking them off...please feel free to indulge your imaginations here > at the outpost] > a few people, tired or simply bored with the party, learn that the > return to Earth is simple--just quit reading. some also notice that > the Earth is a little narrower, once they've been to the outpost... --------------EE4E3A32DDE18D3FD4DE47F4--