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Chateau Grief 17

Quote: My business is to succeed, and I'm good at it. I create my Iliad by my actions, create it day by day. - Napoleon Bonaparte

Narration(Kore): I've had better mornings.

Narration(Kore): Preferably ones without such exquisite thousand-amp hangovers.

Narration(Kore): So next time I have to go on vacation... privacy be damned...the security guards are going to come.

Narration(Kore): Armed, and with instructions to shoot me if I so much as mention a night on the town.

Patricia: Don't worry. I met our overseer when we got off the boat. He's a nice man.

Telepathy(Kore): Patricia Campbell 39 5'4160lbs. Gregory Campbell 15 5'290lbs. Hacked nasa solar wind six days ago. Mom was so proud she called her congressman.

Thought(Kore): Holy smokes. Or whatever I smoked. So now I'm hallucinating that I can read her mind? Bad lapse of judgment last night.

Kore: Thanks. Groovy.

Narration(Kore): And yet, somehow, where I am and what the hell I'm doing here is absolutely escaping me today.

Thought(Kore): Overseer?

Narration(Kore): It's grandpa squaresville in a lid.

Grant: Listen up, folks, because I'm going to make this as unpleasant as possible...you have been imprisoned on this island until you demonstrate that you're all completely sane.

Grant: So basically forever.

Thought(Kore): I must discover who his tailor is.

Author Notes:

In which we assume the security guards weren't there to begin with.
Chapter two!