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.]

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[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.]

[littlebitlouder]

SURE, I'LL HAVE A BEER WITH YOU. MIGHT BE A BIT CREEPY, THOUGH. NO OFFENSE.

[So what Gordon has gleaned from this conversation is the following: Everything is weird/strange/odd/creepy/confusing.

Sounds about right.]

BUT YOU'LL HAVE TO COME FIND ME. I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE I AM. HOLD ON.

[There's the muffled sound of Gordon shouting "EXCUSE ME, MISS, WOULD YOU MIND TELLING ME WHERE I AM?" at someone.]

...SORRY, GORDON. NO ONE SEEMS TO BE INTERESTED IN ANSWERING MY QUESTIONS. BEEN THIS WAY SINCE I GOT HERE. I'M CURRENTLY STANDING OUTSIDE OF A RED AND WHITE BUILDING.

[canthearyou]

NO, I WAS ATTEMPTING TO ASK WHO WAS HAVING A BEER. I DON'T MEAN TO OFFEND YOU EITHER, BUT I WAS ONLY ASKING FOR CLARIFICATION OF YOUR EARLIER STATEMENT, NOT OFFERING AN INVITATION TO HUNT DEER WITH MYSELF. I DON'T HAVE ANY PROOF TO BACK THIS UP, BUT I IMAGINE THAT ACTIVITY IS FROWNED UPON HERE.

[Now then, on to the other topic.]

THE RED AND WHITE BUILDINGS ARE CALLED POKEMON CENTERS. I'M AFRAID THAT DOESN'T REALLY NARROW THINGS DOWN SINCE THERE SEEMS TO BE ONE IN EVERY TOWN WITH ONE EXCEPTION.

[littlebitlouder]

[Well, that ends that, though he's not sure why Gordon would want to bring a deer to a bar.]

POKEY—WHAT CENTERS?

[canthearyou]

[Gordon's starting to understand why people seem to run for Tylenol after speaking with him.]

POKEMON CENTERS. LIKE HOSPITALS, BUT FOR THE ANIMALS HERE. NOT PEOPLE.

[littlebitlouder]

[Gordon Cole is giving himself a headache.



Somewhere in the vastness of space, a black hole just yawned to life and is now sucking in the entire universe.]

SO—A VETERINARY CLINIC?

[canthearyou]

NO, NOT A VETERAN'S HOSPITAL. IT'S CLOSER TO A VETERINARIAN CLINIC MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE.

[littlebitlouder]

SO ARE THESE ANIMALS PETS? I HAD ONE FOLLOWING ME EARLIER. LOOKED LIKE A FUZZY BAT. DUNNO WHERE IT WENT, THOUGH.

NOT REALLY THE KINDA THING I'D CONSIDER PET MATERIAL.

[canthearyou]

A BAT? THAT'S SOMETHING RECOGNIZABLE AT LEAST. I'M STILL NOT SURE WHAT MINE IS, BUT THE ONE THING I DO KNOW IS THAT IT'S REALLY LOUD WHEN FRIGHTENED. IN FACT, I CAN HEAR IT WHEN IT STARTS YELLING.

THIS THREAD IS MADE OF DIAMONDS

[littlebitlouder]

I HEARD THE THING FOLLOWING ME, TOO, BUT ITS CALL MADE MY HEARING AIDS GO HAYWIRE. I SHOOED IT AWAY. FELT A LITTLE SORRY FOR IT—THE FUZZBALL WAS ALMOST CUTE.

WHAT'S YOURS LOOK LIKE?

[canthearyou]

WHAT'S MINE? IT'S CALLED A WHISMUR, ALMOST LIKE WHISPER BUT NOT QUITE. IT'S A SMALL PINK CREATURE WITH RABBIT EARS AND CROSSES FOR EYES.

[Pokemon are weird.]

[littlebitlouder]

HUH. BIZARRE.



—SPEAKING OF BIZARRE, EXACTLY WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW? I'M STILL NOT CLEAR ON HOW I ARRIVED HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE.

[canthearyou]

YOU ARRIVED WITH A DEER? I THOUGHT YOU SAID IT WAS A BAT.

[That would make the hunting thing easier though.]

IF YOU'RE AT A LOSS FOR WHAT TO DO, YOU MIGHT WANT TO TRY GETTING A HOLD OF COOPER OR ALBERT. THERE'S ALSO ANOTHER AGENT HERE BY THE NAME OF SPENCER REID TOO. HE'S PRETTY GOOD, BUT I DON'T THINK HE HAS AS MUCH EXPERIENCE WITH THESE THINGS AS THE OTHER TWO DO.