Post by neonick on Mar 27, 2006 9:35:06 GMT -5
RUSH
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The Times, March 26th, 2006
The Rush Family cordially invites,
on the night of the 28th of March, 2006,
all those of an adventurous disposition,
to a dinner party at the Rush mansion.
Those attending must not be currently employed in a manner that would be troubling to remove themselves from, nor have ties that would restrict their travel across long distances.
Previous experience traveling the globe and adventuring is not necessary but appreciated.
Mr Rush asks that those attending arrive in formal attire, but bring a change of clothes to something more casual.
The Rush Mansion can be found on Temple Street, London, UK. Please arrive at 7:30pm for an 8pm meal.
Upon arrival you shall be asked to hand over a completed registration form. This must be in the format below:
Title and Name:
Age:
Usual location:
Previous experience:
Include a photograph, or physical description, along with details of any medical conditions. All personal effects, ie items, shall be held for you during the meal, and must be handed over at the same time as this form. They shall be returned in the same condition they arrived.
We anticipate your arrival with excitement.
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Thunder crackles above London, and rain pounds down upon the dark rooftops. A few, foolish pedestrians remain on the streets, desperately making their ways back to shelter, and a flash of lightning illuminates the Rush Mansion. Three stories of dark bricks, with the only light coming from two old-fashioned lamps on either side of the front door. In the darkness it is impossible to make out any windows or other means of entrance.
Watching from the peephole in this main door is a tall man with a long mustache and a suit. He could pass for any of the businessmen racing past through the storm outside, but he has not left the mansion in three years. In one hand he holds a small box, in which he shall collect the completed registration forms. In the other are some small plastic bags, to hold any belongings people bring.
The newspaper advertisement had run in fourteen newspapers across the globe, and this man was anticipating a far larger turnout than he would receive.
Behind him, in the wide, dark foyer that led of into so many different rooms, a grandfather clock chimed.
It was 7:30pm, and the guests were about to arrive.
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The Times, March 26th, 2006
The Rush Family cordially invites,
on the night of the 28th of March, 2006,
all those of an adventurous disposition,
to a dinner party at the Rush mansion.
Those attending must not be currently employed in a manner that would be troubling to remove themselves from, nor have ties that would restrict their travel across long distances.
Previous experience traveling the globe and adventuring is not necessary but appreciated.
Mr Rush asks that those attending arrive in formal attire, but bring a change of clothes to something more casual.
The Rush Mansion can be found on Temple Street, London, UK. Please arrive at 7:30pm for an 8pm meal.
Upon arrival you shall be asked to hand over a completed registration form. This must be in the format below:
Title and Name:
Age:
Usual location:
Previous experience:
Include a photograph, or physical description, along with details of any medical conditions. All personal effects, ie items, shall be held for you during the meal, and must be handed over at the same time as this form. They shall be returned in the same condition they arrived.
We anticipate your arrival with excitement.
---
Thunder crackles above London, and rain pounds down upon the dark rooftops. A few, foolish pedestrians remain on the streets, desperately making their ways back to shelter, and a flash of lightning illuminates the Rush Mansion. Three stories of dark bricks, with the only light coming from two old-fashioned lamps on either side of the front door. In the darkness it is impossible to make out any windows or other means of entrance.
Watching from the peephole in this main door is a tall man with a long mustache and a suit. He could pass for any of the businessmen racing past through the storm outside, but he has not left the mansion in three years. In one hand he holds a small box, in which he shall collect the completed registration forms. In the other are some small plastic bags, to hold any belongings people bring.
The newspaper advertisement had run in fourteen newspapers across the globe, and this man was anticipating a far larger turnout than he would receive.
Behind him, in the wide, dark foyer that led of into so many different rooms, a grandfather clock chimed.
It was 7:30pm, and the guests were about to arrive.
(Darn photobucket shrunk it! I'll get a close-up of the head soon)