Chateau Grief 22

Esme: I'm joining a new guild!

Esme: That bunch of bourgeoise have no vision for a better community life!

Urban Sustainable Gardening Society Gnome: Eat a potato wrecker!

Kore: Love fifteen, garden gnome.

Esme: I'm going to join the Collective Progress Super-Committee this time. So that one's taken. You have to join a different guild...until you stop behaving like some kind of imperialist telepath.

Esme: Who do you think you are?

Kore: Rafael Nadal?

Thought(Kore): Imperialist pig telepath?

Esme: Freak!

Thought(Kore): Is this a prison? Is it one of those discreet jaunts for people who fantasize about being in prison?

Thought(Kore): Let's pray I just got shuffled into the wrong limousine on the way home.

Urban Sustainable Gardening Society Gnome: We're not recruiting today.

Kore: Perhaps another time.

Thought(Kore): I was supposed to take some time off...HR absolutely threatened me.

Thought(Kore): Did I actually pay for this vacation? Just go with the flow and try not to attract too much attention.

Thought(Kore): Do I need to fire my social secretary...again..my head really hurts

Sign: National Tradition for the Salvation of Baseball

Thought(Kore): ...uh oh...

Thought(Kore): ...so much for not attracting attention.

Author Notes:

I accidentally got my naming convention out of order. Gotta go back and fix it. Missing CG19 so everything is one off....

Episode Recap:

The fight with the garden gnome hasn’t stopped, because like fighting dogs when you separate them, well, they like to just go right back at it. Kore ends up deflecting a potato with the hammer that she snagged, which launches right back at garden gnome who makes a hasty dive under the table. And jeepers creepers again, how does garden gnome move so fast? Esme is disturbed by the suspicious athleticism Kore has displayed, and decides that on telepath-ruled Eynhallow, she’d better ditch this broad just to be safe. The CPSC has pirate uniforms btw. I don’t know why. If you asked me to envision of future of progress, mandatory pirate uniforms would be high on the list. Esme wanders off, muttering bleeped imprecations about telepaths. Kore returns the hammer to the USGS table and tries to join the guild. The garden gnome rejects her application with a transparent lie. Kore’s developed a new theory by now, that this whole show is some sort of Burning Man -esque live-action roleplaying vacation team building exercise or something. She’s supposed to be on vacation dammit! I’m sure the FBI is doing the Lord’s work. So is DARPA. And as Kore stumbles through the tents and folding table setups, she stumbles on a 6’4” freckled suspiciously young and familiar looking wall-eyed baseball aficionado in an illuminati t-shirt. Go Giants.