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Post by SF on Jun 26, 2006 8:48:31 GMT -5
This is still very good Linda.
I'll only be 22 in 2012. Or 21 depending on when in the year it is. :-o
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Post by raoawr on Jun 26, 2006 18:16:54 GMT -5
I'll be 21.
And Pandora, you can be my date. Or something. I can smuggle you in.
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Post by Freshie on Jun 26, 2006 21:26:05 GMT -5
I'd be 23 and out of art school in upstate New York.
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Post by SF on Jul 2, 2006 11:35:24 GMT -5
This is still very good Linda. I'll only be 22 in 2012. Or 21 depending on when in the year it is. :-o The beginning said June 1, 2012. Ah. Then I'll still be 21. Linda's at her grandparent's house this weekend, so hopefully she'll post some more when she gets back.
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Post by Linda Rhaldeen on Jul 7, 2006 6:15:22 GMT -5
Ta-da. Thanks for bugging me, SF.
Part 3 June 1st Manhattan, New York 2002 Eastern Daylight Time (0302 GMT)
Freshie walked through the door of her small apartment slowly, holding several unopened letters and reading one hstily opened letter as she walked. Finishing, she brushed a jumbled mess of drawings off the nearest countertop and set the stack of mail in newly cleared space. As she dashed off to find her phone, a breeze blew the top letter slightly off of its envelope, and the name “Freshie”, written in fancy calligraphy, could be seen. A few seconds later, she returned, dialing a number furiously.
“J.?” Freshie called into the phone’s mouthpiece excitedly. This “J.” had been her friend for years, and they still called each other quite often, though they rarely saw each other. They had bumped into one another in a subway station about a month, but that had been quite an unusual occurrence considering the sheer size of New York City and was unlikely to happen again. Freshie knew that out of all the people she knew, J. would be most likely to know more about the mysterious letter she’d just received. In fact, J. had probably gotten one herself.
“Freshie, is that you?” J. said. “That’s funny; I was just about to call you!”
“Then you got a letter too?” Freshie asked breathelessly. “Then it must be for real! What do you think-“
“Yeah, it’s for real,” J. said. “I’m helping Alice make the arrangements for New York City, in fact. She’s really trying hard to make this a success. She’s learned calligraphy, and she’s sending letters all over, and last I heard, Snicket’s giving her some fancy new equipment. Anyway, she gave me a bunch of phone numbers today which are supposed to be very up-to-date, and I’m making sure everyone’s getting their letters. I’ve already gotten ahold of Charlotte, Robert, Twistedbrain, and Libitina with minimal problems, but Jemima won’t answer the phone.”
“Hmm…” Freshie wondered. “Maybe she’s just not home right now.”
“Maybe,” J. said. “Could you do me a favor, though, and call her too?” J. then proceeded to read a string of contact information off of a list, and thanked Freshie. Then, before either of them had a chance to say anything else, she hung up.
Disappointed, Freshie set her phone down. It had been a while since the two of them had spoken and she’d been hoping to catch up with J. But she was probably very busy…yes, that was it. Last she’d heard, J. was taking a huge load of classes, trying to get her master’s degree done (and at the age of 21! Freshie didn’t know how she did it). Sighing, she dialed the number J. gave her and waited as the phone rang once, twice, three times. After about the fifteenth ring, she slammed the phone down in frustration. If Jemima was there, she definitely wasn’t going to answer.
June 2nd, 2012 Gisborne, New Zealand 0857 New Zealand Time (2157 GMT)
“Goodbye,” Sora yawned into his phone, but the person on the other end had already hung up. He shook his head and tried to process the information he’d been so rudely awakened with. Information from Jemima. Now who was Jemima again? Sora scratched his head and closed his eyes, trying to remember.
Oh yeah, a 667er. Of course it had to be, or she wouldn’t have been calling him Sora. He shook his head once more, trying to clear the fog from his brain. And she had been warning him of something. She’d gotten a letter in the mail, and she was scared about something. Something about danger, or a murderer on the loose, or something. He couldn’t quite remember what. Why couldn’t she have called a little later in the day, anyway? Sora stifled another yawn as he walked back to bed. But by then he realized that he was too much awake to fall back asleep. He could feel himself getting more alert by the second.
Wait a second! A murderer? Is that what she’d said? He suddenly thought. He couldn’t have heard right. What would a murderer be doing going after him anyway? Then another thought crossed his mind. He hadn’t heard from Jemima in years. So there must have been an important reason for calling him. Maybe he had heard right.
How to confirm it, though? He’d lost the phone numbers of the 667ers ages ago, and he’d recently gotten rid of caller ID to save some money. Wait…hadn’t she said something about a letter? Yeah, that was it. A letter arriving in the mail.
“I guess I’ll be watching my mailbox very closely this week,” he remarked to himself.
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Post by PJ on Jul 7, 2006 6:19:24 GMT -5
Nice. It's all setting up, but it's good, so far.
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Post by SF on Jul 7, 2006 12:58:37 GMT -5
Ta-da. Thanks for bugging me, SF. You're very welcome. I bugged Dupin about finishing Factory but he still hasn't. I intend to keep on you about this. It's too good of a start to not finish. Anyways, this part was good. It's getting suspenseful.
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Post by Linda Rhaldeen on Aug 21, 2006 0:58:41 GMT -5
*bump* Thanks Jemima, for bugging me constantly. And sorry about being so slow and unreliable in updating.
Part 4 June 2nd, 2012 Wiltshire, England 1200 Greenwich Mean Time
“Dupin! I’m so glad your phone number hasn’t changed! I need to tell you something!” a very loud and slightly panicky voice exclaimed.
Dupin pulled his phone away from his ear to avoid being deafened. “J-Jemima?” he said shakily. “Is that you?”
“Yes, it is. Dupin, I need to tell you. You’re in danger, a lot of danger, and so is everyone else on the letter!”
“Huh?” Dupin said, thoroughly confused. “What letter?”
“You mean you haven’t gotten a letter? Well, you will soon, and anyway Dupin, we’re all in danger!”
“Slow down, Jemima. Why are we in danger?”
“We’re in danger because someone’s gotten our addresses and they’re trying to lure us to go to this meeting thing so they can kill us all! And now these people from New York keep trying to call me so I have to pretend I’m not home because I’m scared, Dupin. Have you seen anything suspicious lately? I think people are tailing us!”
Dupin listened to Jemima gasp for breath and tried to make sense of it all. She was in shock over something, obviously. He didn’t think things were nearly as grim as she was making them out to be. Still, he could see where her fears were coming from. Back when 667 had died, he’d been pretty shaken up too. In fact, he’d thought he’d never hear from another 667er again. He thought he’d better take her claims seriously, even if they turned out to be mere paranoia. First he needed to calm her down. “Take deep breaths, Jemima. That’s it; just breathe in, breathe out. Now, have you told anyone else about this?” he asked.
“I told Sora, right after I got the letter. I told him what I suspected was happening. But that was before those people from New York called. Now I know they’re trying to kill us!”
“But you don’t have any proof, as of right now. Am I correct?”
“No, not really, but those people from New York-“
“Jemima, the people calling from New York may have just been a coincidence. What I want you to do is calm down, and look for some proof that there really is some foul play going on. Now, you mentioned a letter?”
“Yeah, I got a letter that invited me to this video conference thing for 667ers.”
“Well then, when I get one of these letters I’ll call you back. And if I find anything about the person that’s sending these letters, I’ll do what I can to stop them.” Dupin hung up the phone before Jemima could protest any more. The panic in her voice was scaring him. Still, he thought as he set down his phone, I handled the situation pretty well. And if someone really was threatening to kill Jemima…well, he didn’t intend to let them succeed.
June 4th, 2012 Wichita, Kansas 1836 Central Daylight Time (0036 GMT)
Pandora called her friend Charlotte once a week. It was a tradition that had gone back for years, back when the two of them had still been Catholic schoolgirls. They didn’t spend nearly as much time gossiping as before, especially now that Pandora had a “real job” and Charlotte was busy at college, but they still talked enough to know what was going on in each other’s lives.
And so now, it was Friday night, and time to call Charlotte. Pandora called her old friend and they went over the usual formalities (expressing their undying love for each other, etc., etc.). Then she got down to business. “Has anything been going on lately? Any juicy secrets or conspiracies I should know about?” Pandora asked, always eager to know things.
“No, not really, other than schoolwork,” Charlotte said off-handedly. “Wait – yesterday I got a letter from none other than Alice!”
Alice? One of their old e-wives? This was great news! “What did she say?” Pandora asked eagerly.
“She was organizing some sort of video conference, and made a list of people to attend each one. Here, I’ll read the list for you,” Charlotte said, sensing her friend would appreciate details like this. “Akbar, Alice, Amber….” she continued until the whole list had been read. There was a few second’s pause, and then a gasp was heard from the other line.
“Where am I?” Pandora asked, hurt. “You never read my name!”
“You’re on here, I just missed your name,” Charlotte said. “See…wait a second, you’re right! Your name is missing!”
Pandora raoawred several times under her breath. “Smuggle me in, Char!” she said finally, and Char quickly agreed to smuggle her friend in a suitcase, along with a supply of bagels and plenty of airholes.
The two of them hung up fifteen minutes later after discussing a couple of television shows and brands of socks, among other things. But Pandora was still upset. Why had Alice contacted Charlotte but not her? Why was her name missing? It hurt.
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Post by jemima on Aug 21, 2006 1:07:05 GMT -5
YOU FINALLY UPDATED IT. THANK GOODNESS.
Yay! Still great, Linda, still great.
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Post by descartes on Aug 21, 2006 1:18:48 GMT -5
Very interesting, Linda.
Wow. In 2012, I'll be graduating high school.
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Post by samreen on Aug 22, 2006 13:10:21 GMT -5
Well done, I can't wait for an update.
It would be way cooler if I was in it. : P
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Post by Dismay on Aug 31, 2006 19:32:15 GMT -5
That's pretty cool. This story is an interesting read and there should be more added to it soon.
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Post by raoawr on Aug 31, 2006 19:46:15 GMT -5
Pandora rawrs, Charlotte raoawrs.
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