Meanwhile...
The Arlington Palace was a hotel. Having opened just three nights before, It launched itself into the heady world of high-class accommodation. It boasted 60 floors with a total of 1740 rooms. It had three pools: one for lap swimming and two for bathing. A 600sqmt courtyard/lawn. And hosted it's own casino and restaurant.
Isaac had arrived at the Arlington the day it opened, hoping to get over the stress of the last few days and muse over Justin's proposal. His hopes had been fulfilled, and he was now spending the last few minutes of daylight floating in the heated pool while he sipped his Buchanan?s En Las Rochas.
Despite his relaxed composure his mind was racing, in fact it was just warming up for the night. He had made up his mind about what he would say to Justin, that matter had been resolved before he arrived. No, what he was musing about now was the matter of assistance in this upcoming fight. He had people he could call on for assistance, but not all of then would be suited to this universe. This universe required a certain type of individual. One that fought as an individual. One with a lot of suspension of disbelief following them. Isaac composed a mental list of 300 capable fighters that he had contacts with then narrowed it down to 14 via the criteria he had devised. Then he prepared another mental list of contacts he could gain support or reinforcements for the fighters he had left under the command of Tyblt. The 4000 ground troops he had would be good for his current plans. But his current plans could quickly become useless. The event you don?t accommodate for is the one that brings you down.
He started by removing contacts from worlds who had no meta-fictional understanding. Those who were not aware that they were characters from what was termed ?fiction?. He was going to need dangerously genre savvy people. Finding armored support would be no challenge, one call to the UEF would solve that need on the ground, in the air, and on the sea. However, extraterrestrial matters weren?t so simple. The complexity of the situation would require a hand picked fleet of specialized ships, something that would take time to accomplish. Not a task for today. But Isaac could at least make a start by contacting the one man close enough to be his only friend outside of Curly and Quote. His name was Joshua Calvert. And he would be impeccably skilled for this task. Again, contacting him was not a task for today. Talking to Calvert would require an inter-universal trip in Schroedinger, Isaac's car.
Isaac gently shook his drink, the ice clinking against the glass. The setting sun should have been beaming down a golden stream of light, but today it?s hot, fiery mass was obscured by clouds. Quote would have found a metaphor out of that. Isaac considered taking them out of their Pokeballs earlier then scheduled but decided against it. They deserved the extra rest. They certainly needed it for what was going to come. He?d take them out tomorrow. Taking a sip of his alcohol he moved on to the last task he had for today. Writing an invitation to Justin and Glados. A question struck him. What were their last names? Now that they were married it was important to know. He mentally filed the question to ponder later.
The last drops of his drink when down his throat as he set the glass down for a final time. He spent a moment longer enjoying the spa before he raised himself out of the water. He rubbed himself down with the towel provided, then folded the towel and placed it on a nearby bench for the pool staff to collect. Then taking his empty glass with him he started back to his room. The letter could wait until the morning. He had many phone calls to make tonight.
The Arlington Palace was a hotel. Having opened just three nights before, It launched itself into the heady world of high-class accommodation. It boasted 60 floors with a total of 1740 rooms. It had three pools: one for lap swimming and two for bathing. A 600sqmt courtyard/lawn. And hosted it's own casino and restaurant.
Isaac had arrived at the Arlington the day it opened, hoping to get over the stress of the last few days and muse over Justin's proposal. His hopes had been fulfilled, and he was now spending the last few minutes of daylight floating in the heated pool while he sipped his Buchanan?s En Las Rochas.
Despite his relaxed composure his mind was racing, in fact it was just warming up for the night. He had made up his mind about what he would say to Justin, that matter had been resolved before he arrived. No, what he was musing about now was the matter of assistance in this upcoming fight. He had people he could call on for assistance, but not all of then would be suited to this universe. This universe required a certain type of individual. One that fought as an individual. One with a lot of suspension of disbelief following them. Isaac composed a mental list of 300 capable fighters that he had contacts with then narrowed it down to 14 via the criteria he had devised. Then he prepared another mental list of contacts he could gain support or reinforcements for the fighters he had left under the command of Tyblt. The 4000 ground troops he had would be good for his current plans. But his current plans could quickly become useless. The event you don?t accommodate for is the one that brings you down.
He started by removing contacts from worlds who had no meta-fictional understanding. Those who were not aware that they were characters from what was termed ?fiction?. He was going to need dangerously genre savvy people. Finding armored support would be no challenge, one call to the UEF would solve that need on the ground, in the air, and on the sea. However, extraterrestrial matters weren?t so simple. The complexity of the situation would require a hand picked fleet of specialized ships, something that would take time to accomplish. Not a task for today. But Isaac could at least make a start by contacting the one man close enough to be his only friend outside of Curly and Quote. His name was Joshua Calvert. And he would be impeccably skilled for this task. Again, contacting him was not a task for today. Talking to Calvert would require an inter-universal trip in Schroedinger, Isaac's car.
Isaac gently shook his drink, the ice clinking against the glass. The setting sun should have been beaming down a golden stream of light, but today it?s hot, fiery mass was obscured by clouds. Quote would have found a metaphor out of that. Isaac considered taking them out of their Pokeballs earlier then scheduled but decided against it. They deserved the extra rest. They certainly needed it for what was going to come. He?d take them out tomorrow. Taking a sip of his alcohol he moved on to the last task he had for today. Writing an invitation to Justin and Glados. A question struck him. What were their last names? Now that they were married it was important to know. He mentally filed the question to ponder later.
The last drops of his drink when down his throat as he set the glass down for a final time. He spent a moment longer enjoying the spa before he raised himself out of the water. He rubbed himself down with the towel provided, then folded the towel and placed it on a nearby bench for the pool staff to collect. Then taking his empty glass with him he started back to his room. The letter could wait until the morning. He had many phone calls to make tonight.
Been busy with school work but now ready to get back in the RP. @Roamin Yeah this thread ain't dead. If anything it's started to get better. And the romance isn't useless. How can it be? I look forward to seeing how it goes...
Oh, and should I repost my CS? for Isaac, Quote, and Curly
Oh, and should I repost my CS? for Isaac, Quote, and Curly
