Oh, Sob

It was an ugly sight. The corn set out to ferment by the Face of Everyman was to become the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa private label whiskey. Instead the Plus Sized people were devouring every kernel. The venerable sage sobbed quietly the rest of the day.

House Arrest

Somehow Panther had broken free from house arrest and cut off her GPS ankle bracelet. No bird in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was safe from this relentless hunter. By the look in her eyes the Face of Everyman wasn’t sure that he was safe.

Orts

Horst had never met a stale cracker he couldn’t savor. Orts from the tables of the vast dining hall at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa were often swept on to the patio. the Face of Everyman tried to discourage this practice; it fed only scavengers.

Nectar?

The Spring of Perpetual Hunger was getting more than usual attention. Most often asked of the Oracle who resided in this supernatural wonder of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa: “When will nectar flow again?” the Face of Everyman was aware of his culpability and stared straight ahead.

Rowdy

the Face of Everyman knew that he was in for another night of agony as he hear the Bergdorf twins sneaking up behind him. They were the most rowdy creatures in all the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.

Flood Watch

A flood watch was established as a new storm front swept in to inundate the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was worried as bookings sank to a new low. If this kept up he’d have to pay the staff in IOUs.