Great! I'm glad this worked. The 140 character thing was getting to me too.
What a frickin' whirlwind since yesterday. So I drive that stupid VW bus over to Arvada and get to the address and am standing there like...well...like I was homeless. And just as I realize that I totally forgot to get the beer this woman pulls up on a Harley and goes into the restaurant. And I'm thinking that if I don't have a paper bag, Ernie's not going to trust me and I feeling like a moron. Just as I'm looking up and down the street for a crazy old Ernie or a 7-11, the woman comes out carrying a bunch of takeout food. "Get in the next car that stops," she says without looking at me and then drops the stuff in her saddlebag and roars off.
So a minute later this Arvada PD cruiser pulls up. I'm thinking, she can't be talking about a frickin' cop car! And besides...who the hell was she? How do I know if they're not trying to kidnap me...again! So I see the cop staring at me questioningly. I shrug and try not to make eye contact. So suddenly he puts his flashers on and is in my face before I even noticed him opening the door. "You ain't from around here, are you?" He says. "No." "Well, let's say you get in my car and I'll drive you to a safer neighborhood...outside of Arvada." Just when I'm about to make a joke of his small-town-1950s-cop shtick he pushes me into the back of his car and starts driving.
"What the hell are you doing?" I shouted. To be honest, Court, I was scared shitless at that point. I could just see him driving me up into some dead end in the rockies and nobody would ever hear from me again. So I was banging on the plexiglass shield and yelling at him and he finally slams the brakes on, drilling my face right into the plastic. "Will you just shut up, King? We're helping you."
So as I sat there pinching my nostrils to stop a nosebleed while he cut down one street then another, doubling back on himself, driving in ever larger circles in the city. Always with his eyes darting from the windshield to the rear view mirror. That guy was a pro. Which didn't encourage me much, but I was kind of resigned to my fate at the moment.
After about 30 minutes of driving he just suddenly cuts down an alley and stops in a deserted lot where he throws me out and drives away. The only thing I see is a door leading into some kind of warehouse that's under construction. I'm pretty much fully invested at that point so I just walk up and try the doorknob. The door opens into a dark void that smells like freshly cut wood and cardboard.
"Come on in, my man," this exceedingly friendly voice echoes from the interior of the warehouse. "Close the door behind you."
As my eyes adjusted to the dusty darkness, I could make out five people standing by stacks of wood and saw horses. "It's good to meet you," The friendly guy comes over and shakes my hand. "I'm Darren and we've been wondering when they were going to get you here." He then introduced me to three other serious looking guys and the woman who had been riding the Harley. "And this," he said nodding at her. "Is Ernie."
"You're not at all what I was expecting," I said, noticing her really firm handshake. She just smiled and leaned back onto a saw horse. "Her old man was the bastard you were expecting," Darren said. "But he's been dead since '92."
"The spooks think they're waiting him out," She smiled. "I figured it'd be better for me if they just kept waiting. So I keep up appearances...and they stay away."
Unfortunately I have to edit some of this because knowledge is dangerous here, but they took me to a house outside Arvada and the basement was like frickin' NORAD. Computers everywhere, flashing screens, little red blips moving across maps ("Those are all of the Agents in Colorado" some guy nudged me with his elbow and pointed at the screen with a big smile.) and constant phones ringing. You'd NEVER guess what was in this place based on the appearance from outside.
"What is this?" I asked Darren. "This is one of the places where we watch," he said and turned back to some girl at a computer terminal.
Okay, I've got to get off this computer but here's what I can tell you right now:
(1) The guy who I thought was Starr was actually a CIA employee. I now think he was getting quieter the longer we traveled because he ran out of Starr stuff to talk to me about!
(2) Arlen Rage, although not necessarily on friendly terms with the Watchers, has been assisting them in very subtle ways (including popping the guy impersonating Starr) and they don't seem to know exactly why.
(3) Ernie has been dead for years and he has a very pretty daughter who apparently keeps up a good front.
(4) There's some classified thing from Viet Nam that has put the Oracle in danger.
(5) Starr is alive and well and in the Sonoma County area of California.
(6) The Oracle is actually expecting me.
(7) The CIA, the Jersey mafia (big surprise) and the Watchers are all dancing around each other trying to accomplish their objectives in all of this - with all of you.
( Everyone is starting to get nervous and the stakes are going up. People are dying, politicians are getting activated, and I am apparently a very wanted man...in a bad way.
(9) I really have no clue what any of this means!
I'm safe for now, these people seem to know whenever a CIA agent farts within 200 miles, and I don't think that Rage is going to kill me. That's all I can guarantee right now. That's probably enough, though.
I'll be in touch soon Courtney.
Port
Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 1:27 am
BlackandBlue
Reply from TT
Quote:
Pleased to see you again, and unfortunately the bunnies are never safe.
4/16
From: Sherry
To: tvonfantineSPLATyahoo.com
Sent: Tuesday, June 9, 2009 3:50:29 PM
Subject: To the beginning
Hey TT, We are heading for Santa Rosa Cemetery, any idea what should we expect to find there? Does our warren need to be prepared for battle, or are the bunnies safe to play in the grass? Thank you.
[meta] So Bricker is considering speaking at an ARG Con? Convenient?[/meta][/i]
Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 11:46 pm
classical
Weee. So Port d/tweet'd me an email account for me to use and send email to him at yet another email account of his. Fun times! I was hoping for some kind of email that explained WTF was going on when I got there, but there was only this in the 'sent' box. (Edited because I DON'T TRUST YOU, THE PM.)
Y'all may call me 'Courtney The Great' now, by the way. :B
Also, Wulf, get better! Stop being sick, everyone! );
That email says in Bricker!code:
Quote:
I have now been approached about participating in a panel discussion at ARGFest-o-con in Portland next month. Should I do it?
Hahah. Guys, if the real!Bricker really showed up to talk, I would seriously consider flying out there just to meet him, even though I am broke as shit and do not have the approx. $500 it would cost me to get out there and hang out for just one day.
Oh man. I can dream, right?
Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 11:31 pm
Wulf74
Sorry for the absence all - had a busy weekend with the kids, and once I climbed off the plane yesterday I've been alternating being sick and working - lotsa fun.
I think I'm caught up - and again, I need someone to pass the migraine medication... If I wasn't so sick atm, I'd start drinking to make this all make sense...
Quote:
Alcohol: The cause of - and solution to, all of life's problems
I'll pulled out all the double's like the other ones, but frankly there's quite a few mis-spellings in this one. It's obviously something about ARGfest-O-Con? Here's what I came up with:
Quote:
I hvae now been aphecpoard auobt ptapirat ncgin a pnael dsi cuoin at ARGFest-o-con in Ptanorld nxet mtonh. Suhlod I do it?
(Barin Beckir)
I might not post much - but know I'll be keeping an eye out for any new emails and whatnot. I'll drop in as I can.
Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 10:49 pm
3v1L Schwinn
paperbound wrote:
2/16. Here I was only gonna put in my two cents here and there...now I'm gonna be entirely absorbed in this.
Welcome to the Brood PaperBound.
Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 7:54 pm
BlackandBlue
Okay fine. Email sent to TT
contact made and meta
Hey there - since it looks like the 16 emails are growing slowly (gee PM's maybe ya shoulda thought that one out before losing half of your freaking players and then asking for a quota challenge?)
I just sent an email to TT, with Santa Rosa Cemetery, and I also asked of it was safe for the bunnies to play in the grass, or if we should arrive ready for battle. Hopefully you guys will see the next clue coming to you soon.
It sounds like the story at this point is that PK was in the presence of a fake Dr. Starr, Rage saved him with the attack on the impostor at the gas station, and that PK has been picked up by Ernie. Oh - and now Rage is a white hat and IT Tech Eric is now freaking out because people are disappearing in RL. Good times. LOL
Lurking for s & g....
Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 6:56 pm
classical
Quote:
ArlenRage: It is good to strike the serpent's head with your enemy's hand, is it not?
So, hey, I knew that quote Rage had tweet'd sounded familiar. 'It is good to strike the serpent's head with your enemy's hand' is a Chinese proverb that may or may not also be an extension to the thing I said a few days ago in regards to the guy: 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend'.
Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 5:56 pm
3v1L Schwinn
Quote:
Quote:
Quote:
klokworkalex: Can't stop smiling. I'm safe, you're still there and the Watchers are unbelievable! Oh...the REAL Starr is alive and Rage is not the enemy.
clas1ca: I'm here, but apparently way in the dark! What is going on?! We have GOT to find a safer line of contact longer than 140 characters, man.
klokworkalex: They're working on the comm issue. Turns out the man in the Yukon was Rage and my Starr was definitely not the Starr. Your turn to trust me!
Good, then I'm not the only one who's confused as all hell. );
Also:
Quote:
ArlenRage: It is good to strike the serpent's head with your enemy's hand, is it not?
Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 4:04 pm
paperbound
classical wrote:
Um. Buh. What.
... WHAT?!
My thoughts exactly.
Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 4:03 pm
classical
Quote:
klokworkalex: Can't stop smiling. I'm safe, you're still there and the Watchers are unbelievable! Oh...the REAL Starr is alive and Rage is not the enemy.
clas1ca: I'm here, but apparently way in the dark! What is going on?! We have GOT to find a safer line of contact longer than 140 characters, man.
klokworkalex: They're working on the comm issue. Turns out the man in the Yukon was Rage and my Starr was definitely not the Starr. Your turn to trust me!
Um. Buh. What.
... WHAT?!
Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 3:20 pm
classical
It's either all or nothing. ;B
Welcome to the brood! We need more brainz actively picking at this, you know.
Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 2:55 pm
paperbound
2/16. Here I was only gonna put in my two cents here and there...now I'm gonna be entirely absorbed in this.
Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 1:27 am
Everyone is starting to get nervous and the stakes are going up. People are dying, politicians are getting activated, and I am apparently a very wanted man...in a bad way.