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Yup. They take turns talking to the group, and then pass a notebook back and forth between them for internal communications. (The two players have worked out a whole system - I'll let them jump in and tell more about how it works, if they want.) Thanks to everyone for all the positive comments...

Previously, on the Cheyenne Mountain Irregulars, Part 3 September 27, 2010 Major Kathleen Fitzgerald stood outside the general’s office, going over herself one last time. Uniform – neatly buttoned, given one last tug to make sure it was on completely straight. Hair – tightly pulled back into a...

Fortunately for me, both players have decent handwriting :) And that notebook is an amazing resource for a Story Hour writer - I mean, how often do you get to see what's actually going on inside the other characters' minds?

For internal communication, the two players actually have a notebook that they pass back and forth, writing comments to each other. It can produce some wonderfully realistic results sometimes - for instance, Joe laughing at something that Orieth has written, but that nobody else has heard...

Previously, on the Cheyenne Mountain Irregulars, Part 2 (We're back! Sorry for the delay, folks - I hope to be posting more regularly from now on. Thanks to Joe and Orieth's players for their input on this post. Enjoy!) August 14, 2010 Joe always liked working on his car. It was quieter than...

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Thank you! I'm very glad you like it!

Never fear - more is on the way :) There should be another update by the end of the week. Thank you for your enthusiasm! It feels great to know that there are so many people out there who enjoy reading our Story Hour!

Meanwhile, Part 5 “So…uh…where is everyone?” Kit’s voice echoed off the walls of the empty hallway – no, it was too grand to be a hallway, she thought. They probably called it a foyer, or an entry hall, or something like that. “Oh, it is not for me to inquire about the doings of the mighty.”...

“Oh my God,” Kathleen muttered, then scooped her laptop up to her chest and shouted, “We’ve got to get out of here! Chen, go! Start dialing!” The airman took off running. The Jaffa in the rear fired his staff weapon at Chen, and the airman threw himself to the side, rolling into the rubble and...

Previously, on The Cheyenne Mountain Irregulars (The first few posts will be "prequels," in which we introduce the characters before the official campaign begins.) May 23, 2008 With a whoosh of sound and light, the Stargate sprang to life on P2X-305, throwing a wormhole out into the desolate...

Welcome to “Cheyenne Mountain Irregulars”! This storyhour will chronicle the adventures of SG-17, one of the elite military units that operates out of Stargate Command’s top-secret facility in Cheyenne Mountain, Colorado. Our heroes will travel all over the world – and all over the galaxy – in...

Meanwhile, Part 4 The children were safely returned to their parents, the bells had long since chimed midnight, and Kit and the priest were standing outside the small temple of Glordiadel. “That was very fine work you did tonight, child,” said Father Gavin. Kit gave him a weary but honest...

Meanwhile, Part 3 Kit slipped nimbly around the charging guardsman, battered rapier already in hand as she leaped down the rickety stairs to confront the half-orcs. Father Gavin trundled along behind her, with a tremulous shout of “Halt, foul miscreants!” The basement was dark, lit only by a...

Meanwhile, Part 2 The temple of Glordiadel was hardly ever well-populated after dark – the god of the sun didn’t tend to get many followers who came by at night, even in this neighborhood. But Kit could still see a small light burning inside, and she decided to risk a knock at the door. One...

In a few weeks. That's one of the reasons we're writing everything up - to refresh our memories before another round of Aphonion fun :) I'm glad you're enjoying reading it! There should be another Kit update by the end of the day.

Meanwhile, in another part of the Enclave... Plurg was probably the least pretty enclave in the City of Enclaves. Certainly it was one of the ones with the least pretty name. And the least pretty part of Plurg was the docks area – broken-down tenements, seedy shops, alleys filled with smelly...

Thank you! I'm Cornelia's player, and it was great fun to meet you and GM for you, Capellan!

Cato's a sweet owl, but not very articulate - he tends to communicate mostly in pictures, not words. The way he recounted that last battle to me, for instance, was: "Flying...flying...OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! whimper whimper." He did manage to send me some images of what Shast tried to do, though. You...

Cato's a sweet owl, but not very articulate - he tends to communicate mostly in pictures, not words. The way he recounted that last battle to me, for instance, was: "Flying...flying...OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! whimper whimper." He did manage to send me some images of what Shast tried to do, though. You...