[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.]
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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Date: 2012-11-24 05:39 pm (UTC)From: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?
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Date: 2012-11-24 05:59 pm (UTC)From:[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.]
Hello?
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Date: 2012-11-25 04:07 am (UTC)From:THIS ISN'T AGENT COOPER. THIS IS ANDY.
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