[frc] 333:5

[Crosson, M.]

Back in the farmyard (a term highly offensive to the arriviste "Colonel" Pemberton, whose preferred term for the overmanicured Martian acreage won by his father in a drunken game of viapesci was "the old family estate"), the science master continued to expound about the historical uses of mammalian secretions to his manifestly bored schoolboy audience. Oliver poked Jack in the arm.

"Look at that!" he whispered. Jack's eyes followed Oliver's glance to Bouncer, who had previously been rolling randomly to and fro with the light Tharsis winds. The ball-being now appeared to be ambling with studied casualness (insofar as a gaily-striped, sentient beach ball can amble casually) toward the nearest cow, a stately bovine named Lady Kaylee. Oliver giggled as the ball-being nestled under Lady Kaylee's swollen udders and began to undulate. "It's doing rah-rah!"

"Just like your Pater every Friday night!" returned Jack. As the verbal interchange rapidly degenerated into a schoolboy scuffle, the now-noticeably-heavier Bouncer seized the opportunity provided by the distraction to roll ponderously out of sight. Once behind the cowshed, he picked up speed as he made a beeline for the redweed copse. As he rolled into the copse with his milky burden, a mustachioed face was briefly visible through the parted weeds.

Back in the control room, excitement reigned. Colonel Jeltz threw up her hands triumphantly. "Do you know who that is? Goddammit, do you know who that is?! That's Big Vinnie Pecorino in the flesh, that's who it is, and we've got the whole thing on permastore!"









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Colonel Jeltz leaned back, taking her eyes off the monitor as the magnate stepped out of view of the camera. "Looks like we've got another Freehold sympathizer" she murmured, almost feeling sorry for the aristocrat as she tapped her comm badge and whispered a single word of command. The vague sorrow, however, was overtaken by irritation as she considered that someone in the Learning Ministry had approved the visit without the most straightforward of psych evaluations on file. The children would have to be isolated, too, and that kind of effort took manpower that she could ill-afford so close to the Unification Day celebrations. A rationing of Shropshire Blue was rumored, and the riot police would need to be on full alert.

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[David Nicol]

The judge interprets this valid play as including an implied intent to join message as required by RO#2. Welcome, Mary.

Three style points, including new player bonus and HG Wells bonus, as well as referring to everything in the story so far.