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!

Episode Recap:

There’s some mountains and some water. They’re on an island. Kore is about a foot taller than anyone else in this group. She’s not small. She’s got some blood in her hair behind her ear and she’s got a terrific headache. She thinks she might remember some disturbing things about….um…surgery with craft scissors…but she writes it all off and figures that she just partied so hard that she remembers nothing. She blames herself for not bringing her security guards along, so heads up, this lady hires muscle. All around her, she’s now hearing faint whispers in peoples minds. So naturally she thinks she did something a bit harder than alcohol. Meanwhile she is accosted by a nice meaning woman whose mind is full of lighthouses. Kore starts betting on acid. Meanwhile up wanders Mr. Awesome Hat Grant who, fresh from being assigned babysitter is now everyone’s overseer. He makes a short speech about how they’re all stuck here forever. He’s not happy with Xander for assigning him this job. Kore on the other hand, is rolling with the punches and immediately fixates on Grant’s nice suit. I mean, come on, who could possibly Grant’s tailor? It’ll be obvious later on. Hint: same guy as his auto mechanic.