DreadPirate
12-07-2004, 01:49 PM
You're picked up in a non-descript economy car, where you are promptly blind-folded. After what seems to be an hour, during which the car takes several turns and travels at varying rates of speed, highway, city and residential, the car enters a parking garage, judging from the sound.
You're let out of the car and led through a door. The blindfold is removed. A large man stands in front of you. He asks to see the invitation, which arrived, rather mysteriously, by appearing on the front seat of car while you were at work. The only identifying marks on it are a hologram of a blue rose hanging upside down and an anoynomous e-mail address in which to acknowledge and accept your invitation. Another email arrived to confirm when, and where you would be picked up. He glances at it, turns it in the light, then holds it under a black light. He pockets the invitation and nods at you. He looks somehow familar. A pro-footballer maybe?. He opens another door and bids you enter. As you enter he shuts the door behind you. Another man, he looks like an extra from MIB, directs you to a small panel on the wall. "Place your face against it, with your eyes open." A retinal scanner? What the hell? How the fuck did they get that?! From his demanor you decide not to ask.. A subtle audio cue acknowledges that your identity has been confirmed. Loseing his frosty bearing he beams a huge grin at you and says "Welcome to Humberts Hideaway".
A door? the wall? opens into short hallway before makling a turn to the left out of sight. Music softly drifts your way as walk down the hallway, and the air becomes lightly scented, you can barely detect the smell floral perfumes and the smoke of expensive cigars in the air. It is all at once heady. You're a bit apprehensive as the hallway comes to an end in a foyer, with a coatcheck to your right. A matronly woman takes your coat and gives you a smile as she also welcomes to the club. Still wondering what this "Club" is, your heart pounds as you reach for the bright brass door handle and open the door to the wonders beyond...
You're let out of the car and led through a door. The blindfold is removed. A large man stands in front of you. He asks to see the invitation, which arrived, rather mysteriously, by appearing on the front seat of car while you were at work. The only identifying marks on it are a hologram of a blue rose hanging upside down and an anoynomous e-mail address in which to acknowledge and accept your invitation. Another email arrived to confirm when, and where you would be picked up. He glances at it, turns it in the light, then holds it under a black light. He pockets the invitation and nods at you. He looks somehow familar. A pro-footballer maybe?. He opens another door and bids you enter. As you enter he shuts the door behind you. Another man, he looks like an extra from MIB, directs you to a small panel on the wall. "Place your face against it, with your eyes open." A retinal scanner? What the hell? How the fuck did they get that?! From his demanor you decide not to ask.. A subtle audio cue acknowledges that your identity has been confirmed. Loseing his frosty bearing he beams a huge grin at you and says "Welcome to Humberts Hideaway".
A door? the wall? opens into short hallway before makling a turn to the left out of sight. Music softly drifts your way as walk down the hallway, and the air becomes lightly scented, you can barely detect the smell floral perfumes and the smoke of expensive cigars in the air. It is all at once heady. You're a bit apprehensive as the hallway comes to an end in a foyer, with a coatcheck to your right. A matronly woman takes your coat and gives you a smile as she also welcomes to the club. Still wondering what this "Club" is, your heart pounds as you reach for the bright brass door handle and open the door to the wonders beyond...