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UNTHeath
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ChuckDideEate wrote:

"Crawfish boudin, just a little something I remembered from my days in New Orleans. I hope you all brought your appetites."

ChuckDideEate wrote:

The voice belonged to a man of considerable height, wearing a deep red suit. His face was handsome, uncanny, amused. Finally: Voltaire.

!!!!!!!!!

Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 7:58 pm
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niles
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UNTHeath wrote:

ChuckDideEate wrote:

Then, at the sound of another gong, they uncovered and plated the meals before us. Everyone at the table stared in quiet wonder.

I wonder why he's spacing out the story like this.

Well, it is Twitter, after all. You only get 140 characters Wink

Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 8:00 pm

UNTHeath
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ChuckDideEate wrote:

"We have assembled you here tonight, ladies and gentlemen, because each of you is faced with a choice."

Soo.... Voltaire appears to be a human living in the present.

Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 8:03 pm
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Deanodon
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And more:

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Then, at the sound of another gong, they uncovered and plated the meals before us. Everyone at the table stared in quiet wonder. 12 minutes ago from web

"Crawfish boudin, just a little something I remembered from my days in New Orleans. I hope you all brought your appetites." 7 minutes ago from web

The voice belonged to a man of considerable height, wearing a deep red suit. His face was handsome, uncanny, amused. Finally: Voltaire. 2 minutes ago from web

"We have assembled you here tonight, ladies and gentlemen, because each of you is faced with a choice." less than 20 seconds ago from web

And he's doing it this way because Twitter is the same as text messaging, it only allows 140 characters per posting (SMS actually allows 160, but Twitter stops you at 140).

Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 8:04 pm

UNTHeath
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Deanodon wrote:

And he's doing it this way because Twitter is the same as text messaging, it only allows 140 characters per posting (SMS actually allows 160, but Twitter stops you at 140).

Ah, thanks... I've never used Twitter so I wasn't sure.

Thanks.

New updates:

ChuckDideEate wrote:

"Though each choice will be separate, they are all intertwined. Some may be obvious, while others may appear inconsequential." 3 minutes ago from web

"I can only offer you this fine Cajun cooking as clarification, and hope that each of you finds her own way. Enjoy the meal, friends." 2 minutes ago from web

And like that, he was gone, shifting out of sight. Even the Big Visions at the table looked overwhelmed by what had happened. less than a minute ago from web

We supped on the crawfish delicacy. Voltaire's culinary prowess matched both his prowess for political satire and for elemental magics. 2 minutes ago from web

Having finished most of the plate, guests started complaining of lightheadedness. A woman to my left named Alisanda began laughing. less than 1 minute ago from web

Conversation veered toward the surreal, the profane. Some began to strip, while I felt the sensation of my feet turning into roots. half a minute ago from web

Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 8:07 pm

dposse
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We supped on the crawfish delicacy. Voltaire's culinary prowess matched both his prowess for political satire and for elemental magics. 2 minutes ago

Having finished most of the plate, guests started complaining of lightheadedness. A woman to my left named Alisanda began laughing. less than a minute ago from web

Conversation veered toward the surreal, the profane. Some began to strip, while I felt the sensation of my feet turning into roots. less than 10 seconds ago from web

"I'm alive! I'm alive! Oh god, unbury me! Lift me up! I'm here, down here!" Alisanda was screaming out, reliving a memory of the Troubles?

What interaction there was at this point was limited to a small scope, each diner trapped in his or her own world.

did volitare drug them....?

Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 8:17 pm
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UNTHeath
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dposse wrote:

did volitare drug them....?

looks that way...

ChuckDideEate wrote:

"I'm alive! I'm alive! Oh god, unbury me! Lift me up! I'm here, down here!" Alisanda was screaming out, reliving a memory of the Troubles? 1 minute ago from web

What interaction there was at this point was limited to a small scope, each diner trapped in his or her own world. half a minute ago from web

I maintained until the last, thanks either to my personal weight, or experience with foods exotic, or possibly my powerclass. less than a minute ago from web

But soon, I too slipped away, and this was the vision that I saw: 1 minute ago from web

Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 8:19 pm

Iridium
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Quote:

"I can only offer you this fine Cajun cooking as clarification, and hope that each of you finds her own way. Enjoy the meal, friends."

Anyone else find it odd that it's 'her' instead of 'your' or 'his or her'?

Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 8:22 pm
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Deanodon
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According to Wikipedia boudin is sausage and crawfish boudin is:

Quote:

In Cajun cuisine another popular variant is crawfish boudin, made with the meat of crawfish tails added to rice. It is often served with cracklins (fried pig skins) and saltine crackers, hot sauce, and ice cold beer.

I'm going to wait until he's done to post the story in full, because they're coming fast and furious now.

Anyone else think Voltaire is Santa Claus? Smile

Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 8:22 pm

Rakne
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ChuckDideEate:

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I wore a uniform, something from dormant days, a great helmet and guarding, heavy and powerful, what I would call a yellow and crimson

.

calvary officers in the civil war wore yellow and crimson according to this guy: http://howardlanham.tripod.com/color.htm

Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 8:35 pm

PostLarval
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Oh man, there's a lot to discuss here... whenever he finally finishes...

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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 9:05 pm

dreamerblue
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Indeed. But at least we know there are vegetables Smile

Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 9:13 pm

Deanodon
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I think he's done now.

Sounds like Mars is helping Chuck solve the first table.

Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 9:14 pm

lhall
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Full transcript

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Took a long shower, collecting my thoughts, having a rejuvenatory ham sandwich. Will post more soon...or am I still dreaming...?

I just got back to my hotel, trying to make sense of the vision I had last night. The Cajun food brought dreams and madness

Will try to sort things out by writing- attended a special dinner on Friday with just a few others. Mysterious location, warehouse

It was organized by a group of investors from all five cities who call themselves Big Vision. I'd never met any of them before.

The guests were various monied gentry unaffiliated with BV. We were led to a room deep within the complex with a long oak supper table.

Black curtains hung around all four walls in the room. Light conversation was buttressed by fine port. A gong signaled the start of dinner.

Waiters, one for each guest, appeared from out the curtains, each carrying a covered plate. They stood motionless behind us.

Then, at the sound of another gong, they uncovered and plated the meals before us. Everyone at the table stared in quiet wonder.

"Crawfish boudin, just a little something I remembered from my days in New Orleans. I hope you all brought your appetites."

The voice belonged to a man of considerable height, wearing a deep red suit. His face was handsome, uncanny, amused. Finally: Voltaire.

"We have assembled you here tonight, ladies and gentlemen, because each of you is faced with a choice."

"Though each choice will be separate, they are all intertwined. Some may be obvious, while others may appear inconsequential."

"It is not my place to tell you what your individual choice will be, or what you should do when confronted with the decision."

"I can only offer you this fine Cajun cooking as clarification, and hope that each of you finds her own way. Enjoy the meal, friends."

And like that, he was gone, shifting out of sight. Even the Big Visions at the table looked overwhelmed by what had happened.

We supped on the crawfish delicacy. Voltaire's culinary prowess matched both his prowess for political satire and for elemental magics.

Having finished most of the plate, guests started complaining of lightheadedness. A woman to my left named Alisanda began laughing.

Conversation veered toward the surreal, the profane. Some began to strip, while I felt the sensation of my feet turning into roots.

"I'm alive! I'm alive! Oh god, unbury me! Lift me up! I'm here, down here!" Alisanda was screaming out, reliving a memory of the Troubles?

What interaction there was at this point was limited to a small scope, each diner trapped in his or her own world.

I maintained until the last, thanks either to my personal weight, or experience with foods exotic, or possibly my powerclass.

But soon, I too slipped away, and this was the vision that I saw:

I was in a city that was all gold and iron. The people there kissed and ran naked in the street, paying nudeness no mind.

I wore a uniform, something from dormant days, a great helmet and guarding, heavy and powerful, what I would call a yellow and crimson.

The sun hung low in the sky, constantly setting, my innermost thoughts obsessed with using it as a map to chart my way in this strange land.

I looked up to try to find a street sign, and there was a living mural in its place, a small calvary of nine horsemen, all headless

So frightened was I by the moving sign that I ran into the nearest building, a cafe of sorts

I knelt and gave silent Gratitude for this cafe to cool dog, wise and cool, then stood and looked around.

A woman appeared before me, young, black skinned, beautiful. I asked for a table, and she showed me three options:

The first was the cafe proper. I looked over the tables, and the people eating there seemed dry, stiff, stale. They chewed on sand and rocks

"No, I would not like a table here," I told her, and she smiled and nodded. She led me to another part, a garden.

This garden pulsed and bulged upward, and I knew that there was something terrible beneath the earth. I said "No, miss. Not in the garden."

And she smiled again, and walked me to the last option, a green house in the back.

It was quiet and alive in a simple sense, and a balance of creation and destruction that I knew to be safe, natural, pleasing.

"Yes, I will dine here, in this green house" I told her. "Will you eat with me, please?"

"Yes, but I am shy, so pardon me if I am not talkative," she replied.

"How can such a pretty girl be shy?" I asked her. "The world is open to you, why do you hide from it?"

She blushed and smiled again. "You have done a great thing, to make me feel as a friend. I have felt in a dark forest without friends."

"Because you have offered me your kindness, I will repay you with a secret," she continued.

"Do you see these tables?" She waved her palm across the green house at the three large tables there. "They are not all the same."

"Come," and she took me by the arm and led me to the first table on the left as we entered the green house.

A giant sign hung over us as we sat, asking us a threatening question that I could not understand.

I looked at the menu, and saw a great many unusual foods. "These are just distractions," the girl said. "Where you sit is the secret."

There was a peacock feather and a plant across from where I sat, from my bench against the wall. I asked the girl her name.

"I have many names, but they are not important now. What is important is what you will leave behind. You are an agent of change."

"But what will I leave behind?" I asked her. "I grow old. My legacy will be buildings and lands. I am not a hero."

She looked directly into my eyes. "You leave something behind here, in this secret place, that goes beyond what you know and understand."

"I only hope that it is found quickly, covertly. The owners here, the ones who control this cafe, they are women and men with dark hearts."

"And they must not know of what you leave, so important the artifact."

She leaned over and kissed me gently on the cheek. "You are tired, Duke Chuck, and so now I plant the seed."

"Somewhere quiet, somewhere under. A little, a little. A trifle. Whoever finds it will spread it, and it will grow."

"This table, this seat, under. Reunion."

And darkness was calm on the face of the bay.

Anyway, that's about when I woke up in a gutter a few blocks from my hotel, covered in puked-up crawfish. Voltaire can be a real dick.

Think I'm gonna go eat some vegetables. Tomorrow is Ham-burger day, and the closing of the festival.

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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 9:23 pm

dposse
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hmm. well, that was weird. anyone wanna guess as to what the hell we are to make of it?

Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 9:36 pm

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