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Sarlon 06-10-2012 04:43 AM

warehouse 13 (IC)
Ted Barlowe had had an almost normal day that day. Classes had gone well, his assistants handling most things, and for once had absolutely nothing on his schedule.

As he enteres his office this fine fall afternoon, he finds a middle aged woman standing looking at his bookshelf rather intently. She stands about 5 feet 6 inches tall, dressed impeccably in a tailored well fitting skirt suit in muted earth tones, her hair styled simply but professionally.

"hello Mr Barlowe"

she speaks with a refined voice but does not turn around as he enters.

Mytical 06-10-2012 04:48 AM

He was used to having students drop in at odd hours, as he had an open door policy. They did come in all ages and walks of life as well, so this did not seem too odd to him. "Just give me a second to get oriented, and I will be right with you." He puts all his material neatly on his desk, sits in his chair and finally addresses the person. " may I help you?"

Sarlon 06-10-2012 05:32 AM

She finally turns to face him and presents herself as an older woman, maybe in her late 40s, and speaks.

"We have been watching you for a while Mr Barlowe. I'm here to tell you that you are being transfer to another department for a while..."

She produces a manilla envelope from under her arm hand places it on the desk.

If he glances down at it then back up, she will have vanished.

inside the envelope is a picture, a plane ticket, and a letter.

The picture is of what appears to be a gold coin, closely resembling something from south america.

the letter states simply that if he'd like to expand upon his research beyond anything he could ever imagine, to use the plane ticket and someone will be there to meet him.

The plane ticket is to somewhere in South Dakota, and is for tomorrow afternoon (friday)

Mytical 06-10-2012 05:37 AM

He informs the university he is going on sabbatical, and prepares for his trip. He will make the flight.

Sarlon 06-10-2012 05:39 AM

the flight is uneventful, and arrives early, upon heading to the baggage claim he sees a young woman dressed in slacks and a loose t-shirt, holding a sign (upside down ironically) with his name on it looking around rather distractedly.

Mytical 06-10-2012 05:41 AM

He approaches her "I guess you are looking for me?"

Sarlon 06-10-2012 05:47 AM

the woman turns a warm smile on him and does not appear to be flusterd.

"So...your barlowe eh? I'm Samara Techlin, guess we're working together. huh, you met Ms Fredrick? crazy woman....I'd keep an eye on got your stuff? good lets go, got to show you your new home away from home!"

Shes interupted by a faint buzzing sound coming from her pocket, and produces the strangest item ted's ever seen, about the size of a paperback book, she flips it open and begins talking.

"yeah hes here, like she said. I'm starving, we'll stop in univille for dinner then head to Leena's. I'll bring him by tomorrow."

Then she flips it closed, smiling at him again, "my boss, artie...hes....a unique character, you'll meet him tomorrow."

with that she begins walking out of the terminal.

Mytical 06-10-2012 05:48 AM

I follow "You know, I still have yet to find out what this is all about..."

Sarlon 06-10-2012 05:53 AM

"You're a teacher right? from your file you're like indiana jones but not as cool.... ok think of every weird thing you've seen in the tabloids, or seen on the imagine if ordinary thinks were behind strange things happening."

she leads him out to a car and helps him load it into the trunk before getting in herself and staring it up.

"Ever wonder why venus di milo doesn't have any arms? why babe ruth was a great ball player? Well take everything you think you know and throw it out the window. I can promise you your life will change, I'd even go so far as to say for the better."

Mytical 06-10-2012 05:59 AM

To say he was skeptical was an understatement. "I guess I will have to see what you mean for myself."

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