Challenge #03071-H163: A Deal is a Deal
A: What am I your f****** wingman?
B: Come on you owe me for last time.
A: be quiet you Sonofa- whatever, don’t come crying to me later. I’ll try to create an opportunity for you, oh, and this will cost a little mor-
B: yeah I know what you want, it’s in the basement. – Anon Guest
[AN: Ah, the temptation to riff on A Cask of Amontillado…]
Friendship can get weird, sometimes. Those who know each other tremendously well can get away with much more between them than would be tolerated amongst anyone else. Then there are the peculiar sort who have odd ways. Their alliances are based entirely on a combination of trade and paranoia. Some of which may be justified. Once you enter their rabbit-hole, it is hard to return to normalcy.
One person’s ARG is another’s way of life. Nobody knows how that happens for sure. By the time a person is well within tinfoil hat territory, then even they can’t walk you through the process. Those looking for conspiracies find them. Those wanting a puzzle will make them.
So it was that these two meet under specific circumstances, involving encrypted messages and very specific random dates. One of them handed the other a ninety-nine[1], causing the other to recite, “The doughnuts have no sprinkles today.” The initiator said in return, “I read there’s strife in the Senate.” Which meant that neither believed they were followed or observed. Life is never boring among these people. Call them… Armin and Brey.
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(Source: peakd.com)
Challenge #01724-D263: Strange Bedfellows
The “Remittance Man”: usually the of the English Aristocracy, sent off with a generous “Remittance” - an allowance paid to him as long as he stay Away, and didn’t embarrass the Family. (Back then he was usually a drunk, a letcher, homosexual or cheated at cards. The last was unforgivable.) – Anon Guest
After the Scandal, it was decided that it would be for the best that Reginald be sent away to somewhere remote but civilised for the remainder. It was the type of Scandal that would be clucked about unto perpetuity, so that ‘remainder’ was the remainder of Reginald’s life.
It’s not every day that one’s eldest son is caught in the middle of a brandy-soaked game of strip poker with several romantic male interests… and by Her Majesty, no less! And worse, it was revealed that Reginald had been cheating. That sort of thing could not be covered up, so it was swept away.
And now he was at the farthest point westward he could get from London without going all the way to Australia. And as far as he could get from any given point in His Empress’ widespread domain. A prosperous city named after the local Mission. San Francisco de Asis a la Laguna de los Dolores. Which was entirely too long for most residents and quickly shortened to San Francisco. And, more to the point, Reginald was also heartbroken and lonely.