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Post by Judge Sam on Nov 2, 2007 19:00:09 GMT -5
IMPRISONMENT VI Judge Sam: “It’s that time of the week again. Imprisonment time. And this time I can guarantee you won’t have it as easy as the last, when by our good fortune no one was Imprisoned. Or as easy as the time before that, when the Traditionalists were forced to waste their own Imprisonment on one of their own members. I’ll rest the fears of any of you Orthodoxy Spies out there – yes, this time a Citizen is being eliminated tonight, no ifs ands or buts about it.
I know it’s usually a slower time after Exiles and before Imprisonment, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t tons of things to do and people to talk to! There’s a list of things you need to do right here ASAP. Please complete all of that at your earliest convenience.
Let's get back to our story!
Previously… on Imprisonment IV ~ the Investigation…
Singe, the editor-in-chief for the popular town newspaper the New Burg Post-Gazette, couldn’t think of an editorial topic to write. His mind wandered back to an investigation he had conducted yesterday.
After a series of events that involved Faizah’s big mouth and stubbed toe, Gordy’s reticence, and hints from Summer, Singe ended up in front of Damon’s textile business with strange postal records in his hands.
Why are people congregating at this dark building in the middle of the night? Why are those postal records so important?
We now head back to the dumpster outside Damon’s shop, where Singe sits in wait… VULNERABLE:
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Post by Judge Sam on Nov 2, 2007 19:06:13 GMT -5
Singe was wondering what exactly all these people were doing at Damon’s shop after dark. Part of him hoped that it was an underground whorehouse. Wouldn’t that make shocking front page news! Most likely though it was just people secretly gathering, exchanging information. With how things had been going lately since the Church had split, it wouldn’t be surprising.
Regardless, Singe knew something intriguing would be inside. He had finally gathered up the courage to walk in and ask some questions. Climbing out of the dumpster and brushing himself off, he stood up straight and walked towards the building, prepared for anything. It could be an empty building, or Spy Headquarters, or a whorehouse filled with extravagant displays of debauchery and unbridled sexuality.
Before he got to the door, fellow newspaper staffer Adelaide walked by and waving, jogged up to him. Immediately seeing a way out of this potentially dangerous situation, Singe told Adelaide that he had to go do some research for the next issue. He then instructed Adelaide to take his place and investigate the building.
Nervous, Adelaide walked up to the door, put her hand on the handle, and turned the doorknob slowly.
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Post by Judge Sam on Nov 2, 2007 19:12:03 GMT -5
The lights were off. No one was sitting in the chair behind the receptionist’s desk. The machines were turned off. No one was in sight.
Then Adelaide heard a noise. It was coming from the basement. Located to her left was a stairway down that ended in a closed door. Below the door shone a dim light. Gathering up her courage, Adelaide walked down the stairs. She raised her hand to knock on the door when it suddenly opened.
“Adelaide!” Damon said.
Adelaide froze, expecting the worst.
“What took you so long? We’ve been waiting a half-hour for you! Come on in!”
Warily, Adelaide entered the room slowly. She found many people sitting around talking, laughing, and smoking cigars. When she walked in, all the chatter stopped and all eyes turned to her. VULNERABLE:
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Post by Judge Sam on Nov 2, 2007 19:18:57 GMT -5
Gordy, Masaki, and Summer were sitting around a table.
“About time you got here,” Summer said. “We’ve been meaning to invite you to our little gathering for quite awhile. We knew this would be the easiest way to get you here in secret. Just can’t resist a tempting story, can you Adelaide?”
Adelaide stared back, confused.
“What, you didn’t really think I’d just spill something to Singe that’s as important as this?” Summer asked, referring to her earlier “slip” to Singe about something mysterious happening in Damon’s shop. “Singe isn’t THAT charming. I basically had to force him to get me to reveal that stuff.”
“So just what ARE you doing here?” Adelaide asked.
“That’s what we’re about to tell you.” Gordy replied. “See, there’s two things. First, we trust you and want to induct you into our organization. You’ve shown amazing tenacity in your opinions in the face of all this stressful Spy business running amok. We’ve been watching you from afar and think you’d be good help in getting these damn traitors out of our town.”
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Post by Judge Sam on Nov 2, 2007 19:21:53 GMT -5
As Gordy paused, Adelaide took a look around the room. They might trust me to be one of the good guys, Adelaide thought, but what makes me think I should trust all of them?
She looked at Madison and Abrams sitting together under a swinging light bulb.
“The second thing,” Masaki said. “Is that we could use your assistance to get the word out about us. We’ve decided it’s time to go a little public with our theories, and we could use your help. If we could go through you to publish our investigations in the newspaper, then we can both keep our identities secret and make use of the information we’ve learned.”
“If the Spies got word of who we are then they’d come and get us in no time. This is the only way we can get the important information we’ve learned to the Burg without our lives being in danger.”
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Post by Judge Sam on Nov 2, 2007 19:28:39 GMT -5
”So just what exactly do you want me to write in the paper?” Adelaide asked.
“It has to do with those postal records in your hand.” Bunni said as she walked out of a dark corner.
Adelaide jumped back at the surprise, then looked down at the papers in her hand.
“We’ve been sending out packages to our members quite frequently. It’s how we keep in contact with each other without sneaking out of our homes all the time. It’s been very useful.”
“The contents of each package is code for different types of messages.” Bunni continued. “If I send a teddy bear to Abrams, it means the next time we meet at the day care we need to talk. The color ribbon around its neck signifies who we will be talking about. That way when we talk we don’t need to reference names.”
“We need you to publish these codes so we can send packages to people of the Burg. That way we can communicate to each other in secret.”
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Post by Judge Sam on Nov 2, 2007 19:32:43 GMT -5
The secret group explained more to Adelaide over the next hour. They explained what they had learned so far and some of their past accomplishments. Adelaide was surprised to see how they had covertly influenced several of the major events in the Burg. She never would have guessed that a secret group for good existed.
Though she wasn’t confident in ALL the members of the group, she agreed with what they were doing and wanted to help. She returned to the newspaper building to find Singe sitting at a desk, struggling to write an editorial.
She told Singe about everything that had happened that night. Singe agreed that it was a good idea and was ready to put the plan into action. Filled with inspiration, Singe quickly wrote an excellent editorial on the subject, concealing all of the names of the secret group of course. With just a minute to spare he dotted the last period in the final sentence and sat back, satisified with his work.
Singe got up, grabbed his editorial, and walked to the back room to get it ready for the printing press. The printer would enter the newspaper office any minute now to set up the paper for tomorrow.
Someone was about to enter the office. That someone was wearing the outfit the printer usually wore. They used the printer's key. But it wasn’t the printer.
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Post by Judge Sam on Nov 2, 2007 19:38:31 GMT -5
It’s too bad that Singe’s newly penned editorial would never see print, because it was quite an excellent piece.
Instead, the Spy that snuck into the printing press had another idea. An idea for a different editorial to go in that spot. An editorial that was more aligned with the way that the Traditionalist Spies were thinking!
The Spy grabbed a heavy block of type from the printing press and slammed it against somebody’s head!
Gordy has been plucked from the Burg and captured by the Enemy.
You will never see him again. [/center] Gordy, please post Final Words in your confessional immediately. Judge Sam: “I am very sad to see you go Gordy. Another incredibly active and dedicated player is gone. I know I ribbed you about the language stuff, but besides that I really did enjoy having you play. You wrote kickass thoughts that everyone will love reading after the game. I think that when you read them yourself after you know everything you will enjoy it too. You came to like every exile and participated in everything without me having to bug you. I know you made tons of friends in the game who genuinely enjoyed talking to you. Everything you did was positive and helpful. You will be very much missed.” Gordy was a Citizen. Ah, Gordy is gone. Truly a loss for the Citizens. Someone will have to fill the role he has vacated in the Burg. As influential people begin to leave us, it's time for new people to take their place. We all have to stand up at some point before the Spies come and whisk us away. Revenge for Gordy's Imprisonment, LIVE Exile VI, is scheduled for 9:00 PM CST Sunday. I'll see you then.[/size]
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