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| 02 Aug 2016 05:50 PM |
ZEPHUS E-TELEGRAM
FROM: TT7AUTOMESSENGER TO: ENCRYPTED
YOU CALLED ON 9/16/55 FOR AN OPPORTUNITY FOR WORK AT TELETRAN 7 STOP YOU WERE SELECTED FOR THIS MONTHS CONTRACTOR PICK STOP WORK WILL BEGIN AS SOON AS POSSIBLE STOP CHECK YOUR MAIL IN TWO TO FIVE BUSINESS DAYS STOP PLEASE SEND YOUR PREFERRED ALIAS IN A REPLY STOP
-AUTOMATED TT7 MESSENGER
>COMPOSE
ALIAS:
teletran 7: bringing shady business to you directly and discreetly.
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| 02 Aug 2016 05:53 PM |
| Alias: Frugal Foot, but because we're friends, you can just call me Frugal. ;) |
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| 02 Aug 2016 06:17 PM |
>MAUSOLEUM >FEBRUARY 19'TH, 1956 >DIE ALTE STADT >CLASS 10 APARTMENT
You awaken to the sound of a clock radio blaring some jazz song about holding hands or pushing your fist into a meaty socket or something. You faintly heard the mail box beep about an hour ago but you decided against waking up to get it. In your apartment is your desk containing your deck, a kitchenette with a fridge and some cupboards, and your tv set to a dead channel to tune out the noise of traffic.
>FOOT >FEBRUARY 19'TH, 1956 >DIE ALTE STADT >LOWER D.A.S >SLUM SHACK
You awaken to the sound of a clock blaring it's set alarm. You faintly heard the mail box clunk about an hour ago but you decided against waking up to get it. In your shack is your desk containing your deck, a hotplate on a table beside a fridge and some boxes, and your tv set to a dead channel because nothing else was in range.
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| 02 Aug 2016 06:23 PM |
| I, being the esteemed gentleman referred to as Mr. Mildly Competent Frank Frugal Foot by the majority, and, of course, Frugal by my employers, swat the alarm clock off of its trashy perch. Sitting up with a heave of coughing and curses, I spit onto the literal dirt floor that is my carpet, and ease myself off the bed. |
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| 02 Aug 2016 06:24 PM |
>MAUSOLEUM
I press the button to turn off the alarm, and push my self up to sit in the bed.
I look to the clock, having forgotten what time I set the alarm for. |
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| 02 Aug 2016 06:33 PM |
>MAUSOLEUM >FEBRUARY 19'TH, 1956 >DIE ALTE STADT >CLASS 10 APARTMENT
The clock was set for 9:38 AM: the optimal time to prepare a morning breakfast and then go job hunting. Not necessary anymore, obviously, but still a good time to keep it at.
>FOOT >FEBRUARY 19'TH, 1956 >DIE ALTE STADT >LOWER D.A.S >SLUM SHACK
The bed creaks as you stand up. An audible heft of gunshots ring off in the distance.
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| 02 Aug 2016 06:51 PM |
I look down at my bed and remember its pitiful status; a metal frame with a miscellaneous combination of newspaper, dirty rags, and other comfortable trash picked up from the surrounding neighborhood. Stretching and looking up to my scrap metal ceiling and then down at my jutting out belly poorly concealed within a tattered bathrobe, I walk to the door and swing it open with a somewhat too eager grin on my face. |
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| 02 Aug 2016 06:57 PM |
| ALIAS: Alphonse Hildebrand |
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| 02 Aug 2016 07:10 PM |
>MAUSOLEUM
I slide out of bed, and turn off the TV before looking into the Mail Box. |
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| 02 Aug 2016 07:27 PM |
>MAUSOLEUM >FEBRUARY 19'TH, 1956 >DIE ALTE STADT >CLASS 10 APARTMENT
In your mailbox is a single business card with a key taped to the back of it.
>FOOT >FEBRUARY 19'TH, 1956 >DIE ALTE STADT >LOWER D.A.S >SLUM SHACK
In your mailbox is a business card strapped to a suspicious looking Christmas present.
>ALPHONSE >FEBRUARY 19'TH, 1956 >DIE ALTE STADT >CLASS 10 APARTMENT
You awaken to the sound of a clock radio blaring some jazz song about running down the street while spinning a dead animal on your head. You faintly heard the mail box beep about an hour ago but you decided against waking up to get it. In your apartment is your desk containing your deck, a flag of the Kreitzche empire (to remind you of the before times), a gun safe, a kitchenette with a fridge and some cupboards, and your tv, turned off.
>OZYMANDIAS >FEBRUARY 19'TH, 1956 >DIE ALTE STADT >MID D.A.S >SAINT PUCKINS HOME FOR THE MENTALLY UNWELL
You awaken to the sound of your own breathing. This asylum would provide protection until it was time to keep moving again. You lay on a surgery table, old medical equipment surrounding you. A business card tied to a brick was thrown through the window of the room left of here a few hours ago, but you decided against checking it. In this room is a door to your left, a door forward, your deck, folded up on your luggage, and a tray of old sharp things meant for cutting into poor nut cases.
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| 02 Aug 2016 07:37 PM |
| Grabbing the box, I rip the card in half. I eat one half to see if it'll kill me and read the other half. Following the satisfaction of those two actions, I tear open the box in the broad daylight due to my knowledge that this is more than likely some shady .... . |
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| 02 Aug 2016 07:37 PM |
ALIAS: Augustine Osborne "Augos" (Let's see how joining an RP with an OP that hates me will work out. What could go wrong?) |
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| 02 Aug 2016 08:07 PM |
>OZYMANDIAS >FEBRUARY 19'TH, 1956 >DIE ALTE STADT >MID D.A.S >SAINT PUCKINS HOME FOR THE MENTALLY UNWELL
You awaken to the sound of your own breathing. This asylum would provide protection until it was time to keep moving again. You lay on a surgery table, old medical equipment surrounding you. A business card tied to a brick was thrown through the window of the room left of here a few hours ago, but you decided against checking it. In this room is a door to your left, a door forward, your deck, folded up on your luggage, and a tray of old sharp things meant for cutting into poor nut cases.
I blink several times as I sit up on the surgery table. Slowly, I stand up and look around. Once I'm ready, I take my things and head for the door to my left to inspect the brick with the business card. That's quite an odd way of communication, isn't it? |
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| 02 Aug 2016 09:38 PM |
| (bebi, if you want you can ditch these fellas and make a special one just for me. ;) ) |
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| 02 Aug 2016 09:58 PM |
| Alphonse woke up, groggily scratching his head before mustering up the will to get out of bed. Of course, he spent some precarious seconds sitting, wondering the meaning of mornings, before deciding to stop stalling and get on with the day. He stumbled to his kitchenette, turning on the TV on the way. |
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| 02 Aug 2016 10:02 PM |
>MAUSOLEUM
I inspect the Business Card, pulling the key off of the back. |
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| 02 Aug 2016 10:40 PM |
>FOOT >FEBRUARY 19'TH, 1956 >DIE ALTE STADT >LOWER D.A.S >SLUM SHACK
Half of the card tastes like a box.
VATE CONTRACTING NETWORK SIFICATION: ESPIONAGE IVER THE PRESENT TO APT 853 LOVELESS LANE PMENT WILL BE SUPPLIED AT BUILDING FURNACE ROOM
ract will be terminated if you are found dead or do not send completion telegraph
>MAUSOLEUM >FEBRUARY 19'TH, 1956 >DIE ALTE STADT >CLASS 10 APARTMENT
TELETRAN 7 PRIVATE CONTRACTING NETWORK CONTRACT CLASSIFICATION: WETWORK PRIMARY GOAL: ELIMINATE THE GREEN HAIRED MAN AT THE HELTON SKYBOX PLANE COMBAT INVITATIONAL IMPORTANT EQUIPMENT WILL BE SUPPLIED AT BUILDING FURNACE ROOM
your contract will be terminated if you are found dead or do not send completion telegraph within 48 hours
>ALPHONSE >FEBRUARY 19'TH, 1956 >DIE ALTE STADT >CLASS 10 APARTMENT
You arrive at the kitchenette, a pan from the night before still sits on the four burner stove. |
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| 02 Aug 2016 10:44 PM |
| Alphonse opened the refrigerator door with a manner similar to that a hungover homeless person. What was on the telly, again? |
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| 02 Aug 2016 11:09 PM |
(Deciding to remove the full name.) ALIAS: Augos
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| 09 Aug 2016 10:07 PM |
>ALPHONSE >FEBRUARY 19'TH, 1956 >DIE ALTE STADT >CLASS 10 APARTMENT
In the fridge was a 6 case of Grains of Nature Malt Flavoured Beverage and a half eaten turkey club. The television was featuring a man in a posh suit singing to a crowd of bored looking foreigners. |
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| 09 Aug 2016 10:13 PM |
| Alphonse drew a glass bottle from the refrigerator, as well as the remains of the turkey club. He approached the television and began flipping through the channels, rotating the dial. |
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| 09 Aug 2016 10:34 PM |
>ALPHONSE >FEBRUARY 19'TH, 1956 >DIE ALTE STADT >CLASS 10 APARTMENT
13 channels and nothing to watch. You eventually come to an early morning talk show featuring a man in a spotted coat talking about some tragedy at a convenience store last night. Fifty dead. The feed cuts to an advertisement for quicky fix reds for 50 Obols a carton. You recall the 10 Krone and roughly 60 Obols sitting in your safe. |
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| 09 Aug 2016 10:58 PM |
| 'This'll do to make the morning less mundane.', Alphonse muttered to himself. He was wondering if there'd be any more tragedies to listen about to liven up the day. Bottle in hand, he approached the mailbox. Perhaps something interesting was in there. |
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