Part 1: An Evening of Reunions
Lady Natalia Waitin, known for her exquisite taste and lavish parties, was hosting a dinner party to remember. The renowned Chef Woo had been invited to showcase his culinary talents, promising an extraordinary dining experience. As the guests arrived, the anticipation in the air was palpable.
Professor Kincaid arrived at the mansion's front steps accompanied by Captain Reginald. The two men engaged in lively conversation as they made their way inside. The Captain appeared somewhat unwell, his normally sturdy frame slightly weakened. "I haven't seen Lady Waitin in nearly 20 years," he confided in the Professor.
"Why come now then?" inquired the curious Professor.
"I'm getting older. Some wrongs must be righted," the Captain responded cryptically. Their conversation was interrupted as Miss Izza Ippy, a childhood friend of Lady Waitin, arrived with a Castor bean plant as a gift for the host.
Spotting Miss Ippy, Captain Reginald's eyes widened in surprise. "Well, bless my soul! What are you doing here?" he asked with a hint of delight.
"I'm an old friend of Lady Waitin. We've known each other for years," Miss Ippy admitted.
A small, plump woman in a starched maid's uniform opened the grand oak doors and greeted the guests. She didn't say a word, but nodded curtly and grabbed their shawls and coats as they stepped into the grand house. The Professor had already wandered off to the nearest drink cart.
"My, my! You know each other?" Lady Waitin asked, approaching the pair with a champagne flute in her hands, greeting her guests.
"Oh yes, he is a member of the country club," Miss Ippy revealed with a smile, nodding to the Captain. "We met recently. Miss Ippy turns the head of many young men at the squash courts. No doubt she'll snag a husband soon, especially if she keeps offering her chocolate pretzels to them," Captain chuckled.
"I'm testing new recipes for the state fair, and handsome. Hungry men who have worked up a sweat are great taste-testers," Miss Ippy confessed, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"You're sure to win, my dear," Lady Waitin said, beaming at her friend. "Oh, excuse me," she said, seeing a new guest arrive at the front door.
Captain Reginald, visibly pale and perspiring, placed a protective hand on his stomach as Miss Ippy unveiled a tin of fresh chocolate-covered pretzels. "I'm saving these for an after-dinner surprise, but one pretzel won't be missed," she said, conspiratorially.
"I fear I am a bit under the weather, but I can't turn down one of your pretzels," Captain Reginald admitted, his mouth watering at the sight.
As the guests settled down for dinner, Chef Woo presented a visual pleasing plate of lobster tail for all of his guests but put down a different plate of food to Captain Reginald. "No one critiques my food quite like this man," Chef Woo shared with a hint of amusement. "I remember you, Captain Reginald, from a charity event at the country club. No hard feelings," Chef Woo said, placing a hand over his heart. "I recall that you're allergic to shellfish, so I prepared a succulent rump roast for your palate."
"How do you know Lady Waitin?" Miss Ippy asked Professor Kincaid as they began their main course. "We were schoolmates," the Professor replied.
"Is it true that the Captain was Lady Waitin's ex-lover?" Miss Ippy whispered, her curiosity getting the better of her. She was the youngest person at the dinner and her blunt remarks showed her immaturity.
The Professor nodded discreetly and glanced around the table. "I hear Dr. Lomax is the current love interest," he revealed, causing Miss Ippy to cough in surprise. Her eyes shifted to the quiet but dignified woman in the straight-lined black suit sitting next to Lady Waitin. Just then, the Butler, a tall man with a thin, pencil-like mustache, raised an eyebrow ever so slightly as he leaned over to refill their drinks, catching snippets of the gossip with a raised eyebrow.
After dinner, Miss Izza Ippy delighted the guests by bringing out her highly sought-after chocolate-covered pretzels. "It's my own secret recipe," she said proudly.
"I hear these have won awards," Professor Kincaid remarked, his eyes eagerly examining the delectable treats. As they all took their seats in the parlor, the anticipation of indulging in the salty-sweet delight filled the room. Goblets of wine and glasses of brandy were poured as Lady Waitin took the stage, ready to make an important announcement. But little did they know that tragedy was about to strike.
To be continued in Part 2...
There is nothing worse than opening your eyes in the morning and realizing you’re in a strange place. This wasn’t my ceiling fan, or my crimson drapes blocking the sunlight…. nor was that my hand draped across my chest.
Scratch that. There is nothing worse than waking up next to someone you don’t know. With a headache that pounds with nagging regret. Who the heck is this guy? Why can’t I remember anything about last night? My throat so so dry I would kill for a glass of water.
And just when my anxiety picks up the pace and my heart beats faster at the strangeness of it all, I realize that the worse thing that morning wasn’t the strange room or the strange man. No. It was the fact that the strange man, in the strange room, was strangely dead.
Once, upon a precisely uncertain time,
We tirelessly sketched our dreams upon the sky.
But the stars ensnared them in their invisible web
and Anchored all in unreachable depths, loudly unsaid.
That horizon of panoramic promises offered
Us a broken tour on the edges of imagination unheard.
Waves of foamy hope gathered in castles that pooled
in Aging Trunks, found in dark creases of elevating longitude.
So we cast off, bobbing among the white lapse
Our colors billowing in torn & salt-kissed maps.
Cruising the sketching currents, their directions grown old--
the Compass not always blooming, more Retired than Rose.
The destination pools us within four corners while
its navigation angles cold calculations, ponderously archival.
Not lapping at any hint depth, never finding a rising tide--
and Trapping us beneath glinting memories when the sun hits right.
Thanks you for forcing me to take gymnastics as a child, though I thought it was as archaic as needlepoint and archery. I cannot explain too much.
If by the end of the month Earth and humanity are still intact, I have been successful.
In case I fail, I want you to know I love you and do not regret anything.
Phase I of terminate Serenity Enterprises will be successful. If you don't hear from me again, it is for humanity's sake.
Be smart. Avoid Serenity Enterprises.
I love you, Momma.
Scientists discovered how to teleport dead materials--plastic, steel, metal--by breaking down their molecules and shooting them into a stable black hole built in a laboratory in Nevada, long before you were born. That's how they began the colony on Charon.
The black hole, however, cannot be long-lived or it would be catastrophic. The more matter fed into it, the bigger anymore unstable it gets. The smaller the black hole, the faster it dissipates. If it is sustained, the last second of its life would emit 100,000 times more energy than the largest bomb ever built.
My mission is to destruct the laboratory and formulas that create blackholes for Serenity's Enterprises' mining colony on Charon... without blowing up Earth.
I am close, but so far away, Mom.
I hope you haven't worried too much since I haven't written. I was undercover in Charon for the past several weeks. With the delay in mail delivery, I can only imagine what anxiety you must feel for your daughter. You raised a strong and clever girl. I was glad I got to see your face if only for a few seconds on the spontaneous telecast link.
DO NOT DRINK THE SERENE DEPTHS WATER.
DO NOT INSTALL SERENITY AIR FILTERS AND SMART HOME SYSTEMS.
THEY are watching their test subjects and recording data.
DO NOT TRUST THEM.
I love you, Mom!
Mom - I write this from Charon--yes, the moon of Pluto. I bet you didn't know there's a colony here. Neither did I, but Earth's elite secretly started a colony here back in 2015--New Horizons spacecraft wasn't a space probe.
Scientists began studying tholins--macromolecules that turned out to be essential ingredients to life. They mined Serenity Chasm for tholins.
I know it's hard to believe. If nothing else, believe this message: DO NOT drink the Serene Depths water that the government is handing out. They boast lies. Don't let them find the rain barrels in the barn either. Stock pile as much of nature's water as you can.
Keep it safe. Keep it hidden.
Mom - I'm writing from a space carrier. I don't have much space or time.
Serenity Enterprises is a front. They are using humans as guinea pigs--please read my employment contract closely and you will begin to understand. The woman who died on the train was on her way to expose the truth. I have accepted that mission. More to follow.
All my love!
MOM - Don't believe anything from anyone. I'm sure my employer, Serenity Enterprises, has contacted you. I know they are weaving a fabricated tale.
DON'T BELIEVE IT.
NONE OF IT.
Nothing is what it seems when it comes to Serenity Enterprises.
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