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December XXth 20XX
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Arms, and the man I sing, who, forcâd by fate,
And haughty Junoâs unrelenting hate,
Expellâd and exilâd, left the Trojan shore.
Long labours, both by sea and land, he bore,
And in the doubtful war, before he won
The Latian realm, and built the destinâd town;
His banishâd gods restorâd to rites divine,
And settled sure succession in his line,
From whence the race of Alban fathers come,
And the long glories of majestic Rome.
O Muse! the causes and the crimes relate;
What goddess was provokâd, and whence her hate;
For what offence the Queen of Heavân began
To persecute so brave, so just a man;
Involvâd his anxious life in endless cares,
Exposâd to wants, and hurried into wars!
Can heavânly minds such high resentment show,
Or exercise their spite in human woe?
Vergil, The Aeneid, Book 1
The players find themselves arriving at a seemingly abandoned side of the road motel. The little instruction given to them all was to merely arrive at this destination and make their way to the lobby
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A young man with greasy black hair walked into the lobby. He wore a cheap suit and held an even cheaper briefcase.
That young man would find a lobby conspicuously empty and in disrepair. The tile floor looked like it hadnât been updated in half a century, being chipped and a tripping hazard if one was too care-free. Behind the front desk was a tv from before this millennia. It seemed to be playing reruns of Seinfeld. Letâs not get into the walls now, the less said about that peeling wallpaper the better
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Jorn steps out of his car. Itâs a small, old thing. Nobody would be particularly surprised if such a vehicle was parked out here in the âbooniesâ. He faces minor difficulties rebalancing himself after putting both feet on the pavement. Heâs gotten noticeably better at dealing with his busted leg, but the inability to see a physical therapist without putting himself at serious risk has made adjusting a rather frustrating task.
Jorn closes the door gingerly. He briefly ponders if the one who sent him the message was someone out to get him. He pushes the thought aside. If anyone wanted him gone at this point AND had access to his private channels AND knew his general location well enough to not draw attention, then he was already dead. Trust is reasonable expectation, he thinks.
Jorn flips open a disposable phone that heâs been using for the past month to ascertain that heâs in the right placeâŚbefore heading into the lobby.
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The young man walked up to the TV, attempting to change the channel.
âAnyone home?â he asked, looking around. âIs it alright if I change the- Oh, hello!â
He waved to the stranger.
âHello to you. Who might you be?â
Jorn speaks clearly with excellent diction. His tone is one of genuine interest. You can get the impression that he has spoken to countless sorts of people.
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Jorn glances around the room before finding a place to sit down.
The young man bowed, an act that was clearly well practiced, and withdrew a slightly worn business card. âThe nameâs Borde, but you may call me Bill. And what shall I call you?â
â
Bill Borde
Used Pinata Salesman
For inquiries, please call XXX-867-5309
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ââPhilanthropistâ will do. A used pinata?â Jorn laughs briefly. âYou simply must tell me more about your business. I find it quite fascinating.â
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From outside the motel comes the noise of unidentifiable music playing loudly over some car speakers, bass turned to what has to be the max. Its muffled to a reasonable volume by the walls, but the bass still shakes the fiundation slightly whenever the deeper noges play.
A voice manages to outcompete its loudness, defining itself above the music, "THANKS JAMIE, I OWE YOU ONE! a seemingly feminine voice says
Moments later, a female figure walks into the lobby with a dictinct lack of basic hygiene readily apparent. Sheâs sporting a big toothy grin, though is noticeably missing a tooth. After a light scan of the lobby she says in a moderate tone, âGuess Iâm early.â
Seemingly not noticing the men in the lobby, she finds a seat next to the seinfeld reruns and starts watching intently.
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Bill brightened. âOf course!â
He opened his briefcase and withdrew a large manila folder. âYou see, the market price for a high quality pinata generally ranges from $25-$40. Some people can afford it, sure, but the rising price of groceries and other expenses are slowly squeezing people out of the opportunity to enjoy a pinata.â
He flipped the folder to a chart. âUsed pinatas are much more affordable, while still offering customers the opportunity to inflict blunt force trauma on an inanimate object. Thereâs a small commission fee, of course - it takes some effort to repair a used pinata and restock it with candy, unless itâs been used by 3 year olds - but overall, our pinatas are significantly cheaper than the market alternative.â
Bill smiled. âSo, would you be interested in buying one?â He withdrew a pen from the briefcase and shuffled some of the papers around. âYou can pay up front or with credit, and we also offer APR financing options if that better suits your budget.â
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âNot myself, for sure. I may know of someone who might have a use for pinatas, particularly if they are of great size.â To the particularly observant, itâs evident that Jorn is entirely uninterested in the offer himself. His counteroffer is delivered with clearer interest.
âIn any case, I have a good impression of you. Thank you.â
He sits back further in the chair, diving deep into the realm of his own thoughts.
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Bill smiled. He seemed unaffected by rejection. âIf you ever need me, Philanthropist, you have my card.â
He closed the briefcase, then leaned against the wall.
âŚ
After about 5 seconds, he moved away from the wall and sat down in a chair. âI did not need to know walls could feel like that.â He shuddered as he sat down.
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A loud creaking sound emits from the chair Bill sits in. Like the rest of the objects here it looks like it hasnât been touched in half a century
Soon after the creaking noise from the chair quiets down, a louder one emits from a back door. Coming through it is a small mousy person, dressed in a full black suit and tie. The door thuds behind them as their cane taps along the tile and they take a seat in front of the TV as well, seemingly watching Seinfeld as well
@Geyde if you could make a brains check thatâd be lovely
A tall, lanky man with greying, long hair, sporting a black tracksuit with cautious, measured steps, arrives by the specified motel. He peers through the window, seeing four figures arrived there already.
âWhy are these men wearing suits? They must not be from around here. Are they rats? Whyâs this woman so fucking jacked too?â
he thinks to himself. heâs convinced himself itâs a trap. The instruction does say to arrive to this motel, though. He contemplates for a good moment, and decides to take the plunge. He puts his P30 in a pocket of his loose tracksuit bottoms, hand on it. If theyâre cops, heâll take a few down with him, heâs not letting them take him alive. Not worth going back to jail, heâs getting too grey from the stress, he will go bald if this continues.
He steps into the lobby reluctantly, looking for a spot further away from any windows. He tries to put on a neutral expression, but the suspicion in his eyes is evident as he glares at the people in the lobby, trying to burn their appearance into his memory, and perhaps recall if any of them have worked for law enforcement. he brushes one of the chairs off further in the back with his sleeve and sits down, watching over everyone
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As with Bill the chair he sits on creaks loudly. Without even looking his direction the mousy person speaks up
âBeing armed when nobody else is, rather rude donât you think Rat?â
the man speaks quietly, not hiding the annoyance in his tone for being called a rat
âYouâre stupid, or a bold-faced liar. Not my problem either way.â