Case 007 | Audio/Action for Goldenrod Radio Tower | Fourth Wall

[canthearyou]

[Those checking their Gears right now might hear a familiar voice. What’s odd though is that the same voice is also coming from the radio if one is listening to that.]

HELLO. IS THIS THING ON? THIS IS GORDON, GORDON COLE. I SEEM TO BE IN A RADIO STATION OF SOME SORT. I’M NOT SURE HOW THIS HAPPENED, BUT PLEASE SEND HELP IMMEDIATELY. THANK YOU.

I APPEAR TO BE OKAY, JUST DISPLACED. SORT OF LIKE WHEN I GOT HERE. IF SOMEONE COULD ALERT AGENTS COOPER AND ROSENFIELD TO THE SITUATION AS WELL, I WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE IT. THANKS AGAIN.

[It’s just dead air after that since Gordon’s not really sure how to turn the music back on.

The message repeats every twenty minutes or so. In the meantime, Gordon will be wandering around the studio trying to figure out how he was magically whisked from Albert’s farm to the Radio Tower.]

Comments

[the_end]

Boooooring. If you're going to take over radio shows, at least be interesting. Sheesh!

[canthearyou]

BORING?

[He's not mad, just trying to explain.]

YOUNG LADY, I'M NOT TRYING TO BE ENTERTAINING, I'M TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT'S GOING ON HERE AND HOW TO GET BACK WHERE I WAS.

[littlebitlouder]

[Gordon Cole is no stranger to the strange, but this takes the cake.

This takes the whole damn bakery, actually.

It wasn't enough to find himself thoroughly lost in a place he's never been before, no. Of course not. It's one thing after another after another for him, and he's suddenly wishing he'd been more thankful that he was always the one lingering just past the reach of the shadows that seemed to follow those under his command.

But, he guesses, this was bound to happen eventually.

Anyway, this situation right here proves false the popular belief that he likes the sound of his own voice.

He pokes a few buttons on his Gear in what will probably a futile attempt to establish contact. Regardless, he's going to yell at the thing anyway.]

WHAT THE HELL?

[canthearyou]

[Gordon doesn’t exactly have the best record when it comes to hearing things correctly, but he’s pretty sure he’s hearing the right thing right now. Which brings up a ton of questions because he’s relatively certain he’s hearing his own voice coming out of his Gear’s speaker.]

HELLO, THIS IS GORDON COLE. MAY I ASK WHO THIS IS?

[He’s pretty sure he knows who it is, but he just wants to check. It’s not every day you receive a phone call from yourself.]

IF THIS IS WHO I THINK THIS IS, THEN I'D SAY WHAT THE HELL IS A PERFECTLY VALID RESPONSE TO WHATEVER IS GOING ON HERE.

[littlebitlouder]

THIS IS ALSO GORDON COLE.

[And this is Gordon Cole, confused as a bat in the wide open, empty sky.]

I WILL REPEAT NOT OUT OF MISUNDERSTANDING, BUT OUT OF A COMPLETE LACK OF ANYTHING BETTER TO SAY: WHAT THE HELL?

[canthearyou]

I’M NOT SURE I CAN ANSWER THAT, GORDON.

[This is just bizarre. He’s talking to himself, but it’s an actual separate person. Has this happened to anyone else? Maybe that’s part of whatever’s going on today that moved him from Albert’s house to this radio station.]

ALL I KNOW IS THAT A FEW MINUTES AGO, I WAS AT ALBERT’S HOUSE FOR THANKSGIVING. NEXT THING I KNEW I WAS HERE, AND THEN RIGHT AFTER THAT I WAS ANSWERING A PHONE CALL FROM MYSELF. IN FACT, I WAS TRYING TO GET ANSWERS MYSELF BEFORE THIS CONVERSATION, SO I’M UNABLE TO SHED ANY LIGHT ON THE SITUATION AT PRESENT TIME.

[littlebitlouder]

[BACK UP. Gordon waves a hand at absolutely no one, bidding the other Gordon pause.

Not that it works, but.]

HOLD ON, HOLD ON. THANKSGIVING? AT ALBERT'S HOUSE?

IT'S THE MIDDLE OF APRIL. OR IT WAS, ANYWAY. WHAT THE HELL ARE COOP AND ALBERT DOING HERE? WHERE IS HERE?

[canthearyou]

APRIL? NO, IT'S NOVEMBER. ALMOST DECEMBER, IN FACT. TIME'S DIFFERENT HERE. FROM WHAT I'VE HEARD, IT'S A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT WORLD.

AND YES, ALBERT AND COOPER ARE HERE. BOTH OF THEM GOT HERE BEFORE I DID. FROM WHAT I'VE HEARD, COOP'S BEEN HERE FOR OVER A YEAR.

[littlebitlouder]

A DIFFERENT WORLD IN WHICH THERE ARE TWO OF US.

[Sure, okay. Why not.]

WHAT'S THAT? YOU AND COOP TALKED OVER A BEER? ABOUT WHAT?

[canthearyou]

BEER? WHO'S HAVING A BEER?

AND YES, TWO OF US. I DON'T UNDERSTAND IT MYSELF, BUT THAT'S DEFINITELY WHAT'S GOING ON HERE. IT'S WEIRD THOUGH, AS STRANGE AS THIS PLACE IS, NO ONE MENTIONED ANYTHING LIKE THIS.

[They mentioned the weird animals, and the music, and all sorts of things, but being teleported and talking to yourself? That was left out.]

[eaglescout]

<sub>[Well, there's really no way he could have disregarded that message. For one, he's lost in a completely strange place and would like all the help he could get; second, that's his name, and even though it's likely this loud man was referring to someone else, he always did want to be an agent when he was younger.]

[Maybe it's some kind of sign, maybe it's not, but it's always worth a shot.]

[So he presses a few buttons on this ... DEVICE ... he found in his pocket when he was suddenly somewhere else, and tries to connect.]</sub>

Hello?

[canthearyou]

[Looks like Gordon has another call. He can’t really make out whose voice that is on the other end though.]

HELLO. THIS IS GORDON. WHO IS THIS?

[eaglescout]

_{[He grimaces slightly at the volume but hasn't had any luck locating the volume control yet - has no idea there might even BE a volume control - but he speaks back. Voice loud, but maybe not loud enough.]}

My name is Dale Cooper!

[canthearyou]

COOPER?

[Gordon heard the Cooper part. The rest, not so much.]

IS THAT YOU, COOP? THIS IS GORDON. DO YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON?

[eaglescout]

No.

<sub>[More to himself than this Gordon person -- he ... really has no clue where he is or what he's doing there. Naturally he's asked some people to clarify things for him, but all he knows now are names of cities and that the pets are held in high regard.]

[That's it. He has no idea.]

[Raising his voice again-]</sub>

Who are you? Do I know you?

[canthearyou]

COOP, THIS IS GORDON. I JUST NEED YOU TO CLARIFY SOMETHING FOR ME. CAN YOU DO THAT?

[This is more serious than Gordon thought. And he thought it was pretty damn serious.]

AM I HEARING YOU CORRECTLY? DID YOU ASK WHO I AM?

[eaglescout]

Yes! I don't know anyone named Gordon.

_{[This is ... probably just a big misunderstanding.]}

Sorry, but I'm probably not the one you think I am.

[canthearyou]

YES, I'M GORDON. AND I'M TRYING TO REACH SPECIAL AGENT DALE COOPER. IF YOU'RE NOT HIM, DO YOU KNOW HIM? IT'S IMPORTANT THAT HE CONTACT ME IMMEDIATELY.

[Finding someone else named Cooper here, what are the odds?]

[stonecoldbadass]

HELLO?

THIS ISN'T AGENT COOPER. THIS IS ANDY.

[canthearyou]

HELLO? ANDY? THIS IS ANDY?

[Since when can these phones call the Twin Peaks Sheriff's Department?]

ANDY, I'M TRYING TO REACH COOP. DO YOU KNOW WHERE HE IS?

[stonecoldbadass]

YES, THIS IS ANDY. DEPUTY ANDY BRENNAN.

[Stone cold badass.]

MAY I ASK WHO'S CALLING?

[canthearyou]

THIS IS GORDON. GORDON COLE. I NEED TO GET IN TOUCH WITH DALE COOPER IMMEDIATELY.

[stonecoldbadass]

OH, HI, AGENT COLE! UH, SIR.

AGENT COOPER WAS JUST HERE A MINUTE AGO, SO WHEN HE COMES BACK I'LL TELL HIM YOU CALLED. UNLESS YOU WANT TO HOLD ON THE LINE AND I CAN GO TRY TO FIND HIM.

[canthearyou]

[Hang on. As far as Gordon knows Andy's in Washington, Coop's in Saffron, and Gordon's in Goldenrod. So how was Cooper there a minu...okay, he's just going to go with it. It'd hardly be the strangest thing that happened today.]

COULD YOU TRACK HIM DOWN PLEASE? IT'S IMPORTANT.

[stonecoldbadass]

SURE. JUST HANG ON!

[As he sets down the Gear-phone...thing and. Uh.]

AGENT COOPER! AGENT COOPER? IT'S THE PHONE FOR YOU!

[The voice grows more distant.]

AGENT COOPER?

AGENT COOPER!