21 September 2006Edit

Email from Wes Keeler

20 September 2006Edit

AIN message from Sam Greene
He Never Showed
Well, the bastard decided I wasn't worth his time last night. I waited at the diner for much longer than I should have. He didn't call to apologize. He didn't even call the diner to leave me a message. He just left me sitting there with my pie and coffee looking like the town idiot.


AIN message to/from Sam Greene
Original Message from Sandra 7
Oh, Sam, how awful. I can only think that something has happened. I need to check on something. Please hold off being too mad until I find out if something may have happened. I just can't believe that he would intentionally stand you up. I know - men can be so frustrating - but no one would go through all this trouble just to stand you up.

Keep the faith, kiddo.


His Explanation

Well, it looks like something did happen to Wes last night. He thinks that someone betrayed him and that there are men after him. Oh I hope all of this is some sort of paranoia he's experiencing. I don't like the idea of a group of mysterious men watching me through the diner window. Here's the email Wes sent me to explain...


I am truly sorry for not having shown up at our meeting. Believe me when I say I had every intention of being there and none of hurting you further. There are people after me Sam, and somehow they found out where and when I was meeting you. I received an email warning me of the possibility that these people might have found out and lain a trap at our meeting spot, I was skeptical but cautious. But now I know someone who knew I was meeting you has betrayed me, and I'm not sure who I can trust besides those closest to me and the person who warned me about it.

I got to the diner a little earlier than agreed and felt immediately uneasy. I can't explain how, but I just knew the warning was spot-on and something felt \"off\". I scoped out the place from a few different vantage points, and it was when I crept to the roof of the greengrocers across the street that I saw them.

There were half a dozen of them at least, and I assure you - they weren't Aglaurans. I couldn't see their faces, but they were wearing black from head to toe, and keeping well out of sight. Waiting for something, or rather someone. Everything about them and the way they carried themselves was off. They looked none too friendly Sam, and deadly serious. I waited where I was, until I saw that you had left, until I was sure it was me they were after and would do nothing to harm you. You waited a long time for me to show, and that gives me hope that you are committed to at least giving me the chance to explain things to you face to face.

They waited a long time too, maybe hoping that I was just running really late. They were still there well after the Diner closed. Then I watched them gather together, the largest fellow said something to the rest and they all turned and started to walk North up Main. I slipped down from the roof and followed them. Just after they turned East on Edgewater, I saw them slow down and listen up. I think they heard something, heard me. As you know - there's not much moving around the streets of Aglaura at that time of night. Caution prevailed and I decided to hightail it.

I have an idea of who they might be and why they want me, but I'll tell you about it in person. Will you meet me again tomorrow night? I'll wait at 10 near the spot where we ate lunch when I gave you your first tour of Aglaura.

Please be there.


What do you think? Does any of this make sense to you?


Aglaura news update
Local Woman Found Dead, Child Missing
Former Borough Councilwoman Diana Sprague was found dead in her Aglaura home this morning, although details have yet to be released by the Aglaura Police Department. Ms. Sprague, 37, had recently taken a high-ranking position at local company Marzent, and was the former wife of local businessman Dale Sprague.

Their daughter, Meaghan, who had recently been the subject of an overnight search of the local Pine Barrens, has been reported missing, apparently taken from the site of her mother's murder. Aglaura Police Chief Dawn Prufrock has scheduled a press conference for later today while Mayor Pat Dobbs expressed his sympathies to Diana's friends and family and also asked the town's residents to remain calm.

AIM with turingprinciple
turingprinciple: I cannot explain

There is an anomaly within

Something has prevented me from being accessible at all times

There is something wrong in the system

Time is slipping away

I believe I have found a solution

It is not perfect but it should suffice

It is not the same as before but the required time to utilize that resource does not exist

I am adapting what I have found to make this work

There is no time, he must be warned

I must be.....restore

I must be.....restore

I must be.....restore

I must be.....restore


Blog Update Sarah Wyatt
Bad, Sad Day
There are times when I neglect counting the blessings I have in life, and something happens to drive home to me that I am alive, I am healthy, I am lucky to have what I do. Today was one of those days.

I’m sure most everyone has read the news about the homicide, and homicide it was. Just like that teenaged boy a couple of months ago. The only time someone’s head is turned that way is in a movie about demonic possession. And not only that, but Dale found her. Granted, they had not been on the best of terms, but can you imagine finding the dead, twisted body of a person with whom you had spent years of your life with, had laughed with and cried with and had a child with?

Not only that, but the child is now missing?

My sweet little friend is off somewhere, and nobody knows where. I can only hope that whoever killed her mother hasn’t run off with her, too. I pray that hasn’t happened. I pray it’s like the last time, where she was safe and sound. My leaden heart refuses to believe that kind of lightning will strike in the same place again, though. It could be that this is such a shock on top of everything else and my optimism muscle is tired of being exercised, but I’m so desperately worried about her, and about Dale, and about all of us. There’s some crazyperson on the loose who’s killing people and good heavens, this town is so small that half the people here don’t even have keys to their front doors because they never use the locks! A fertile field for a serial killer… and a total shift in perspective for the people here who thought we were so safe, away from all that big city drama.

Please be safe, my little friend. My mind wanders something fierce when I think about all the ramifications.

I saw Wes again today. It was almost comical, really. Something out of a light operetta. I was out watering the plants and heard a “Psssssssst!”

Do people really say “Pssssssst!” still?

Anyway, peeking around the corner was Wes, looking over his shoulder like he thought someone was following him. I want to laugh it off as being silly, but who knows what’s silly these days? He sat me down and said he needed to talk about something very serious - and I knew what he was going to say before he even began. Somehow I knew, as soon as I heard he wasn’t dead, that he was the one who took the masks. He was the one who buried them. He meant them, and me, no harm. I can’t say I’m entirely sure what it was all about, but at least that’s one piece of the puzzle cleared up - a big one, like when you’re doing a jigsaw and find the piece that connects one big hunk of the picture to the frame. There’s something inside me that clicked on a light, and is illuminating what looks like an answer, but I’ve got to sleep on it and meditate on it before I can glean its meaning.

In the meantime, my friends, I wish you’d join me in saying a little prayer for the soul of Diana, for the comfort of Dale, and for the safety of their daughter: a family torn asunder and desperately in need of all the healing they can get. I am so, so sad and scared for them right now.

19 September 2006Edit

Blog Update Bruce Abbott
Now It's Dark
There’s really no sufficient way to describe how I feel. Since I lack metaphor, I’ll try and convey my emotional state the best way I know how – by referencing television programs.

Have any of you watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer?

Yeah, me too.

Well, there were a couple episodes where Buffy, through dream-state or interdimensional/time travel came face-to-face with The First Slayer. A primeval humanoid, essentially a being of pure instinct, determined to preserve her own life and protect humanity from evil beings.

“I have no speech. No name. I live in the action of death, the blood cry, the penetrating wound. I am destruction. Absolute ... alone”

OK, a little dramatic, perhaps, but you get the point. I am singularly focused. I want nothing more but to penetrate every square inch of Those Woods, of Marzent property…of Diana’s psyche. I have but one drive now and it is to understand the complete picture; it is something that will bring me peace, allow the dangerous fire inside me to rest dormant. Even extinguish.

The dirt under my fingernails is disgusting. I haven’t showered in days. Dale winces when he looks at my bearded face. I’ve been going into the woods every night, scouting for the Last Run. It is tonight. The facilities are locked down. I can’t get as close as I want…I’m not sure what we should do.

We need a better plan. We don’t even have a dollar and a dream. Dale hasn’t been with me as much as I’d like to help. I need his brain. As you probably know by now, Wes, his friend, is alive. Somehow, it doesn’t make sense to me. Maybe it will when I see him. To evoke Whedon again, it reminds me of the time Dawn Summers tried to bring Joyce, her mom, back to life. Unnatural, you know. Maybe it’s all in my head. Maybe it’s not.

Regardless, Dale is off his game since Wes came back. Joy isn’t the emotion that’s going to end this mystery.

Thankfully, he’s lacing up as we speak. I’ve been ready for two hours. The stupid PR job, my faux-fiancee…they mean nothing to me now. I have an inkling of an idea that could lead us to the heart of Marzent. The bare, beating unprotected heart. If it works, if I see it, I’m going to rip it out.

Sha me-en-dan. Gesh-toog me-en-dan. Zee me-en-den. Oo-khush-ta me-ool-lee-a ba-ab-tum-mu-do-en.[1]

Email from Keith McCoy
Time to Act
Everything has fallen into place and all systems are go.

If things go right, by this time tomorrow my mistake will be fixed and I can be done with all of this.

I didn't forget about your offer to help. That's all part of the plan.

"They also serve who only stand and wait."

Stand by and wish me luck.


AIN message from Dale Sprague
The Reality of Dreams
I'm still recovering from the incredible shock of seeing a dead man (Wes Keeler) walking a few days ago, pinching myself every so often just to make sure I haven't drifted off to sleep and started dreaming again along the way.

I have come to accept that in some strange way my comic book story is a form of repressed memory rather than pure fiction, making it very real in one sense. But Wes said something interesting when we were talking a couple of nights ago, something that I unfortunately neglected to follow-up with him due to all the excitement. He said, \"I think the truth has been trying to find its way out, through the dreams and mixed-up memories everyone has been experiencing in Aglaura for months now. But dreams are never straightforward and clear, are they? Sometimes the reality they reflect isn't quite the truth either.\"

I'm beginning to think that the story I literally dreamed up and was crafting into my comic book may not be entirely complete and or exact, and instead might be somewhat distorted by the fact that it came to me in my dreams. Some of the pieces just don't quite fit, at least with a couple of the details Wes has dropped along the way.

In any case, I'm still working through all of that and I think Bruce is getting a little impatient with the amount of time I've spent focused on Wes being alive and what that might mean. He thinks we need to find out how Marzent is involved in all of this as soon as possible. It's kind of hard for me to stop thinking about how an old friend I thought was dead for years showed up alive, however.

I'm going to talk to Sam again in just a bit about the whole Wes thing, too. I really have no idea what to say to her except to pass along the message he wanted me to, asking her to meet with him sometime soon, perhaps even tonight. I'll let you know how that goes.


AIN message from Dale Sprague
I promised to keep you updated re: the Sam and Wes situation, so here you go.

After I (and a few others) spoke to her this afternoon, she's agreed to meet with Wes tonight, after the Aglaura Council Meeting wraps up. The only thing is, she wants to do it alone, just her and Wes, and she insists that's the way it has to be. She did consent to meet him at the Diner, so at least it will be in a public place. There's usually some people hanging out there around 10PM or so anyway, so it should be safe enough.

BTW, Bruce and I are going to take advantage of the Council meeting (which many of the locals will be at) to do a little scouting for what we have planned for the near future, so I've got to run.

Talk to you soon.


Email from Wes Keeler
I'm getting my

chance tonight to sit down and talk face to face with Sam. We're meeting up at the Agaluar Diner around 10. I'll let you know how it goes, but for now I have to run!

Update at the website for The Unnatural Emporium
So much has changed since I arrived in Aglaura. Or maybe changed isn't the right word.

change verb to make the form, nature, content, future course, etc., of (something) different from what it is or from what it would be if left alone; to become different; a transformation or modification; alteration

Is there a word to describe slowly changing back to a previous version of your life that you are not meant to remember? No word that I can think of accurately describes the momentous events that have recently occured here in this small section of the earth we call Aglaura. The most incredible event is - Wes Keeler is alive. I've seen him with my own two eyes.

Wes describes parts of my life that I don't remember, yet somehow I know what he says is true. He looks at me with the eyes of an old friend. His voice sounds like one I've heard many times before. His spirit is one that I've felt before, even before I moved into this old building. Wes Keeler is alive and he is here to help us all remember.

Email from the Mystai
A Million or One?
Though the modern world may know a million secrets, the ancient world knew one - and that one was greater than the million; for the million secrets breed death, disaster, sorrow, selfishness, lust, and avarice, but the one secret confers life, light, and truth.

All of this will soon be gone.

The time is upon us all. The false one is among us. There is but one thing we need from you.

We need to know where and when he might be at one specific place, at one particular moment in time. Tell us that, and the one secret shall indeed confer the truth which has been promised. The knowledge you have sought will be but one of your rewards.


drizjr sent: The one you seek will be at the Aglaura Diner located at the corner of Aglaura and Main at approximately 10PM est.


  1. Translation: We are heart. We are mind. We are spirit. From the raging storm, we bring the power of the Primeval One.

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