[piosenniel]

The REG had vanished in a puff of oily green smoke, knocking out Belin (who falls very nicely. 'just like elijah wood', remarks C7A to no one in particular). The power cord link between the REG and the laptop stretched out into a smokey void, but did not break. Pio held onto the laptop for dear life while her co-conspirators gathered their wits & gathered round her to give her a hand. Veritas was the last to join them, having deftly deflected the swordplay of a very angry elf. 'Sigh!', said Veritas holding the elf at bay. 'Don't you know we wizards line our robes with mithril? And with that she tapped her on the top of her lovely head and sent her to dreamland.

Veritas joined the group and assessed the problem. 'Ok, every one put your finger on a point of that 5 pointed star icon on the screen, fingertips touching, now hit the *enter* key,and hold on!'

Nothing happened. After a few seconds, pio cracked open one tightly shut eye and asked 'Now what's the plan?'

'We need another finger to complete the link,' said Veritas.

Birdie stepped a few feet to the side of the group and snaked her arm quickly into a quivering bush. Out came a wide-eyed Rosie held fast in Birdie's grip. 'Here's a hobbit with itchy fingers I'll bet, but she'll do nicely I'm sure!' Rosie's expression looked like a hamster confronted by a wickedly smiling cat.

Five fingers covered the star, points to center. Veritas pressed *enter* and the now five companions followed the laptop into the darkening vortex, stretching out like wraiths called home to Minas Morgul.

Pio's las thought as she entered the spinning void was, 'Very cool!'

[ May 24, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]