When we've figured a general outline, here is where we'll see the start of the stories for:
- Katie Wright - Mr. Handy's pilot
- Ernest Roosevelt - Seon's writer/explorer
Moderator: Job
"Ain't no glamor in dyin' on the ice," Ernest heard raspy, sandpaper voice say behind him as he turned to exit the room.Seon wrote:"You are going to Antarctica?"
"You have to admit there's some glamor in going there," Ernest mused. "I'll see you gentlemen again."
"Ain't no glamor in dyin' in the jungles either," Ernest retorted. "And the desert. And the mountains. And the forests. And the city. Actually, there seems to be no glamor in dying anywhere by my opinion. Why do you care?"Job wrote:"Ain't no glamor in dyin' on the ice," Ernest heard raspy, sandpaper voice say behind him as he turned to exit the room.
"'Don't care a whit!" said the grizzled man sitting in the corner, "But I reck'n you might, ye young mooncalf!. Spent a fair peck a' time on whalers down south, I have, and been 'low the Sixties! I seen things. Things that'd freeze yer blood worse than the cold'll."Seon wrote:"Ain't no glamor in dyin' in the jungles either," Ernest retorted. "And the desert. And the mountains. And the forests. And the city. Actually, there seems to be no glamor in dying anywhere by my opinion. Why do you care?"
Seon wrote:Dear Mr. Starkweather
I have heard of your expedition to the Antarctics and wish to join this wonderous opportunity. It is not often that one receives a chance to explore this continent of snow, untouched by man.
I would like to think of myself as an experienced explorer, having wandered through the dense jungles of South America, the deserts of Africa, and the fields of India. However, I must admit that I have never had the chance to experience the frigid and lifeless terrain that is sure to await us in the Antarctics. I am, however, glad that we will at least encounter none of the dangerous predatory animals of other lands in such a barren ground.
If you are interested, please send a wire back to Panama. I will board your ship once you reach the port there.
Sincerely, Ernest Roosevelt.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Wire from U.S.S. Gabrielle wrote:E. Roosevelt:
- U.S.S. Gabrielle to resupply at Panama City on 20th.
Interview 7am at ship. Be ready.
Starkweather.
Katie Wright wrote: DEAR MISTER STARKWEATHER STOP HIGHLY SKILLED AND EXPERIENCED PILOT REQUESTING TO JOIN ANTARCTIC EXPEDITION STOP AS EXCITED BY PROSPECT AS YOU STOP YOUNG VERY HEALTHY AND STRONG STOP ALSO COMPETENT MECHANIC AND SKILLED CLIMBER STOP DOUGLAS HALPERIN CAN ACT AS REFERENCE STOP WILL FLY TO PANAMA TO MEET EXPEDITION STOP PLEASE REPLY EARLIEST CONVENIENCE STOP SINCERELY K WRIGHT
The man leaned over, peered down into his cup and said, "M'throat's a might dry... Mayhaps a fresh pint'd help that?" He lifted his gaze back to you with a wry smile.Seon wrote:I guess I should pack some blindfolds to protect myself against getting such a chill, then," Ernest said. "And some earplugs to make sure. But I jest. Could you tell me what you saw?"
Katie Wright wrote: DEAR MISTER STARKWEATHER STOP HIGHLY SKILLED AND EXPERIENCED PILOT REQUESTING TO JOIN ANTARCTIC EXPEDITION STOP AS EXCITED BY PROSPECT AS YOU STOP YOUNG VERY HEALTHY AND STRONG STOP ALSO COMPETENT MECHANIC AND SKILLED CLIMBER STOP DOUGLAS HALPERIN CAN ACT AS REFERENCE STOP WILL FLY TO PANAMA TO MEET EXPEDITION STOP PLEASE REPLY EARLIEST CONVENIENCE STOP SINCERELY K WRIGHT
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Wire from USS Gabrielle wrote:K. Write:
- D. Halperin reference confirmed.
No hairdressers or boutiques in Antarctica.
Request denied.
Starkweather.
Job wrote:Katie Wright wrote: DEAR MISTER STARKWEATHER STOP HIGHLY SKILLED AND EXPERIENCED PILOT REQUESTING TO JOIN ANTARCTIC EXPEDITION STOP AS EXCITED BY PROSPECT AS YOU STOP YOUNG VERY HEALTHY AND STRONG STOP ALSO COMPETENT MECHANIC AND SKILLED CLIMBER STOP DOUGLAS HALPERIN CAN ACT AS REFERENCE STOP WILL FLY TO PANAMA TO MEET EXPEDITION STOP PLEASE REPLY EARLIEST CONVENIENCE STOP SINCERELY K WRIGHT~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Wire from USS Gabrielle wrote:K. Write:
- D. Halperin reference confirmed.
No hairdressers or boutiques in Antarctica.
Request denied.
Starkweather.
Job. (the tortured one)
Katie Wright wrote:NO HAIRDRESSERS OR BOUTIQUES NEEDED STOP PUT ME TO THE TEST AND I WILL PROVE MYSELF STOP I DO NOT GIVE UP STOP K WRIGHT
Katie Wright wrote:NO HAIRDRESSERS OR BOUTIQUES NEEDED STOP PUT ME TO THE TEST AND I WILL PROVE MYSELF STOP I DO NOT GIVE UP STOP K WRIGHT
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Wire from USS Gabrielle wrote:K. Write:
- Admire persistance but regret cannot handhold on ice.
Suggest seek tranquil pleasant environments.
Time short - further requests ignored.
Starkweather.
"Do I look like a man who would carry a lot of money around?" Ernest said. He sat from the table across from the man and pulled out his wallet.Seon wrote:The man leaned over, peered down into his cup and said, "M'throat's a might dry... Mayhaps a fresh pint'd help that?" He lifted his gaze back to you with a wry smile.
The man narrowed his eyes, saying, "Shrewd one, y'are, but I'll only tell ye half the tale. Th'other half'll cost ye that drink!Seon wrote:"Do I look like a man who would carry a lot of money around?" Ernest said. He sat from the table across from the man and pulled out his wallet.
"Tell you what. Tell me the story first. If it is interesting, I buy you a drink. If it's total bullshit but funny, exciting, or scary, I also buy you a drinks. If it's bullshit and it's a story about giant phallic shaped object destroying your ship by tearing a hole on the side, you get nothing."
Ernest blinked. "Alright, a maybe a drink on the last one. But you better be straightforward with me on this."
When he took his glass of whiskey from the barmaid, you could see his hands trembling. He gulped down half with a frown, and eventually began again.Seon wrote:Ernest blinked. "Very well, HEY! A drink here, please."
"Now tell me what you saw..."
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