Today is the day before the first day of the rest of your life.
All right. I've gotten my marching orders. I ship out tomorrow. Fucking TOMORROW. Good thing I'm not ordering anything on eBay or waiting on a doctor's appointment. I (let me repeat this) ship out tomorrow. To a "Top Secret Training Facility" that sounds... actually, it sounds horrible. I was picturing a city in the clouds. Maybe Metropolis, or at least Vegas. Kind of a Neverland, or like, Atlantis. But it's not. It's not even that far away.
Well. It *is* far away, but not in an "as the crow flies" sort of way. I can't tell anyone where it is, because they'd recognize the location and shit. Turns out that a Very American Landmark is also a huge glamour, open to the unsuspecting public during the day, and an interdimensional training facility and transit station at night. Not even just at night: during the day, too. But invisible to people who don't know what to look for.
Anyway, I guess I'll find out more when I get there. Because I'm leaving. Tomorrow. Did I mention that, yet? This is a notice to the interwebs. And this is your first and last notice, thanks. So if you need me, I'll be here for one day.
It's a good opportunity, right? Someone reinforce me that I should focus on my career. Please.
["Here" is Kara Keating's house. Therefore this is open to anyone who wants to say bye, fake-send an e-mail, text message, or come by for a visit while Tucker's packing.]
Well. It *is* far away, but not in an "as the crow flies" sort of way. I can't tell anyone where it is, because they'd recognize the location and shit. Turns out that a Very American Landmark is also a huge glamour, open to the unsuspecting public during the day, and an interdimensional training facility and transit station at night. Not even just at night: during the day, too. But invisible to people who don't know what to look for.
Anyway, I guess I'll find out more when I get there. Because I'm leaving. Tomorrow. Did I mention that, yet? This is a notice to the interwebs. And this is your first and last notice, thanks. So if you need me, I'll be here for one day.
It's a good opportunity, right? Someone reinforce me that I should focus on my career. Please.
["Here" is Kara Keating's house. Therefore this is open to anyone who wants to say bye, fake-send an e-mail, text message, or come by for a visit while Tucker's packing.]