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[POTUS]

Lord Goshworth was ranting vehemently at a group of nuns, one of which was trying desperately to hide an original printing of The Origin of Species.

"What on God's Earth are you doing with that drivel!" - he bellowed.

Amidst the stammering and tears one bright face looked up at him and began a rebuttal.

"Lord Goshworth, we are only investigating the claims of this scientific man. He was a learned and well travelled man, and quite frankly if evolution were false - how do you explain the New Testament?"

His generally cold, ashen face turned crimson with anger . . .

[specterz]

"This just isn't my day," he sighed to himself. "First, someone makes off with my favourite skirt, and now, science comes to ruin my life. If only I hadn't let the monkey escape from my room, everything would be fine!"

[sledgecallier]

Oh dear... Here we go again...

[Scott]

The place where Georgina's car had been parked was a little over a block from the convent. She ran quickly down the street, glancing rapidly in all directions.

She burst into the commons room to find a flushed Lord Goshworth, eyes closed, counting angrily back from ten.

She interrupted him at about 4. His eyes sprang open, he about to jump and bark with a sort of "NOW WHAT?" essence. e immediately recognized his skirt in Georgina's hand.

Put off by the sword she firmly grasped as though her life depended on it, he sputtered "Why in blazes do you have my skirt??"

[Mikeyj]

Lord Goshworth composed himself somewhat and sat back comfortably in a large leather armchair, stroking a passing cat.

"How do you know it's your skirt?" she asked, with a faint smirk playing about her fulsome lips.

"It has my name stitched into the hem, the labels were bought at the co-op by my mother, Countess Damincing Goshworth the third" he replied, puzzled, and wondering why he hadn't replaced the skirt with some garment other than a cat, passing or otherwise.

"We're skirting the issue" Goshworth snarled "we both know what that skirt represents and what you must do with it, but I can't talk here, you've been followed"

[number9dream]

.....and - staring at Georgina's rather splendid pair of manolo blahniks for which she nearly died such a short time ago - "what size do you take? I've been looking for a pair like that for donkey's years".

Georgina, somewhere between hysterical laughter and hysterical tears, flung the briefcase to the floor, whereupon it burst open, revealing....

[GasparLewis]

...numerous photos of Goshworth performing less-than-public acts in his private cottage far out of town. If he had the time to recollect, Goshworth would have distinctly remembered the depicted events had taken place the first Tuesday of last March, the fourth man on the right's name was Steve, and the room smelled of garlic, saffron, and body oil for three days after. Of course, this was not quite the time for such vivid recollection.

"These could ruin my entire career doing whatever it is that I do! Did you take these? Who did? Why do you have them?! Where are the negatives, you kniving wench?! What make is that absolutely stunning briefcase?!"

The woman began to stammer....

[Mokey Fraggle]

"I... I..." Georgina didn't know what to say. Should she tell the truth? In all honesty, she couldn't think of a reason to lie. After all, it was about time she got some answers. Maybe Goshworth could provide them.

"A strange man wearing this -- er, your skirt gave the briefcase to me. My car's missing. I've never seen these photos in my life, and, to be honest with you, I sort of wish I never had."

Goshworth's eyes grew cold with what looked like fear and anger mingled. He clenched his fists and then growled the name, "Forsythe."

"Pardon?"

"You need to hide," he said, finally taking some initiative and grabbing the skirt. A pounding knock came at the door behind them. "Now," said Goshworth. "Come with me."

EDIT: Changed Georgiana back to Georgina

[Commo]

"But why on earth...."
Her words were cut short as the door shattered. Before she could move, two men had entered, armed with what appeared to medieval rapiers, and blocked any exit from the room. A third, having dropped his battering ram outside, stalked towards georgina, sword outstreched and face contoreted with anger.

[Spankit]

At this point, she could no longer hold back her laughter.

She pulled the VR helmet off and shook her head with amusement. The technology had advanced impressively over the past several years, to the point where the experience was almost life like. "But for all that," she muttered to herself, "these video game makers still can't write a believable plot." Men running around parking garages, wearing skirts and waving swords about wildly. Pure nonsense!

She checked her watch and realized that she was already late. She wrapped her purple scarf around her neck and started to make her way to the coffee shop across the street to meet her friend. On her way out the door, out of the corner of her eye, she saw him - the man from the parking garage. "Impossible!" her mind screamed. And yet there he was across the street, staring at her...

[pickwick the second]

... , sporting a large, lime-green coffee mug, which he proceeded to forcefully propel to the ground. He stepped forward over the jagged shards menacingly, but stopped short of the empty road. Georgiana, whose mind had gone as blank as a bullet devoid of a cartridge, stammered out some incoherent syllables as the mysterious stranger pulled from behind his left ankle a crumpled piece of paper. She blinked fearfully,
...and the man was gone, just as suddenly as he had re-entered her life. Left in his place was the note, but Georgiana didn't yet notice. Her mind was on the beverage container he had smashed, which had a decal from the coffee shop the doors of which she now stood outside, mustering up the courage to enter.

Edit: signature removed

[Mikeyj]

EDIT oops, thought I might make it to the next page...

[chippy]

Georgina closed her eyes, imagined herself taking off the VR helmet, willing herself to wake up and end this trip. Maybe its stuck on a loop? Maybe its trying to tell me something? Okay here goes.
She opened her eyes, there on the ground were the green plastic bits from the mug. Why lime green?, she thought for a second, before forgetting instantly everything else as her eyes saw the note on the ground. Picking it up, she felt it, she breathed in the air, heard the cars, the noise of the city. "it all feels so real". She looked around, some shoppers walked by, they didnt see anything. Maybe she was going mad? But theres this note in my hand.

Georgina carefully opened the little piece of paper, she could only think "how the hell am i going to get there?"... then feeling the biting winter wind, thought "well at least it'll be warm". The words said...

[oliverkeers13]

"I can't tell you who I am, they'd kill me if they find out how much I know. You know who they are. Follows something that you need to know. A detective here in Perplex City, Ellen Boyle is an agent of the Third Power. The Third Power stole the Cube. They killed people. Who knows what they're capable of. If you're sensible just stay away, but if you want to help us, if you want to find the Cube, wait for the ceremony of the kindling of the flame, exactly 7 days after that send someone to the abandoned subway station on Gillet road at 10pm. You'll find out enough to prove that Ellen is a spy"

[GasparLewis]

[Out of story, sort of OOG: Ollie, are you crazy?! We can't put in any allegation or acknowledge anything majorwe know to the Perplexian public; there would be rioting in those fictional streets! This would go from investigation to witch-hunt in no-time flat. Can you say McCarthy-era Communist-paranoid America in the 1950s?! So, lovely, but I don't think Mind Candy will let the Perplexians have that one slide under the radar. Inter-universal lawsuits from Ms. Boyle = not pretty (although probably hilarious).]