Escape 002
[Handwritten | Off-Network]
Dear Mike,
As you may have noticed, the bunk beneath yours is conspicuously empty. You did notice, didn't you?
When Chip stops having hysterics, tell him and the other clones that I've been kidnapped and brought to a city in an alternate reality. They'll get a kick out of that one. Too bad it's apparently true.
This place is terrible, but it's still better than Alcatraz. The food is decent and there's no Harold Greene. Unfortunately, there's this ticking noise that doesn't go away unless you interact with the natives. Guidance would be ecstatic.
Anyway, don't let my absence deter you from going home. With the clones preoccupied with looking for me, it should be easy to make a clean getaway.
Your friend,
Rudy
P.S. Don't forget the bailing bucket.
[/Handwritten]
[Accidental Video/Action Post]
[Beneath a conveinent and reasonably out-of-the-way awning in the Square sits Rudy Miller, plugged into his Sony Walkman radio with the volume turned up to maximum and his eyes closed in expressionless bliss. Splattered all around him are the remains of cake of all varieties, but the area beneath the awning has remained clean and dry, and so Rudy has, as well.
Under normal circumstances, it would practically take the threat of force to get him out and socializing, but even his Walkman cannot drown out the sound of the ticking forever. The guide suggested as much, and upon further study over the past few days, he is quickly finding that suggestion to be true. Rudy Miller does not socialize, but even he can appreciate necessity and inevitability. Also, perhaps just being around people will lessen the intensity of the ticking somewhat. Even that would suffice for his needs.
Of course, it just so happens that his chosen vantage point has given him an excellent view of the Deity Office, which he has been quietly observing all day. They seem to be the people in charge of things around here, and rule number one of warfare is to know thy enemy. Besides, convincing them to send him home, while not necessarily as entertaining as accomplishing it himself, would be the simplest and most expedient way of achieving his current goal.
Briefly, he opens his eyes and regards his surroundings with a touch of distaste.]
So it rains cake. My, even Cedar Ridge and its "funshine" would find it difficult to compete with wonders such as this.
[Thank you for delivering the breaking news, Captain Obvious. He reaches over for his Network device, intent on checking the Network to see what the locals have to say about this new and unexpected development, and raises an eyebrow when he notices that the recording light is currently on. Well, that saves him the time of creating a new recording, at least.]
Would these weather conditions happen to be standard fare for this place, or is today a special occasion?
Dear Mike,
As you may have noticed, the bunk beneath yours is conspicuously empty. You did notice, didn't you?
When Chip stops having hysterics, tell him and the other clones that I've been kidnapped and brought to a city in an alternate reality. They'll get a kick out of that one. Too bad it's apparently true.
This place is terrible, but it's still better than Alcatraz. The food is decent and there's no Harold Greene. Unfortunately, there's this ticking noise that doesn't go away unless you interact with the natives. Guidance would be ecstatic.
Anyway, don't let my absence deter you from going home. With the clones preoccupied with looking for me, it should be easy to make a clean getaway.
Your friend,
Rudy
P.S. Don't forget the bailing bucket.
[/Handwritten]
[Accidental Video/Action Post]
[Beneath a conveinent and reasonably out-of-the-way awning in the Square sits Rudy Miller, plugged into his Sony Walkman radio with the volume turned up to maximum and his eyes closed in expressionless bliss. Splattered all around him are the remains of cake of all varieties, but the area beneath the awning has remained clean and dry, and so Rudy has, as well.
Under normal circumstances, it would practically take the threat of force to get him out and socializing, but even his Walkman cannot drown out the sound of the ticking forever. The guide suggested as much, and upon further study over the past few days, he is quickly finding that suggestion to be true. Rudy Miller does not socialize, but even he can appreciate necessity and inevitability. Also, perhaps just being around people will lessen the intensity of the ticking somewhat. Even that would suffice for his needs.
Of course, it just so happens that his chosen vantage point has given him an excellent view of the Deity Office, which he has been quietly observing all day. They seem to be the people in charge of things around here, and rule number one of warfare is to know thy enemy. Besides, convincing them to send him home, while not necessarily as entertaining as accomplishing it himself, would be the simplest and most expedient way of achieving his current goal.
Briefly, he opens his eyes and regards his surroundings with a touch of distaste.]
So it rains cake. My, even Cedar Ridge and its "funshine" would find it difficult to compete with wonders such as this.
[Thank you for delivering the breaking news, Captain Obvious. He reaches over for his Network device, intent on checking the Network to see what the locals have to say about this new and unexpected development, and raises an eyebrow when he notices that the recording light is currently on. Well, that saves him the time of creating a new recording, at least.]
Would these weather conditions happen to be standard fare for this place, or is today a special occasion?