Rogue hackers from some distant Republic-Stan managed to force their way into the vast data base of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Perhaps the image is only meant to embarrass the kindly ol’ pensioner, but he is oblivious to such attempts. Blame for the lack of digital security fell squarely on the Face of Everyman. His Golden Handshake seemed further away with each such incident.
Pastimes
Fillmore had been skipping stones across the water all morning. He tired of this activity. the Face of Everyman, now safe from the hazard of flying rocks, suggested that he burst bubbles until lunch was served. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa has an almost infinite number of such simple pastimes available to guests.
Veteran
“Mad Dog” Carter was the remaining survivor of the Battle of Cucamonga Peak. Even tho’ he was old and had but one leg, he made it to this last encampment at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The traditional magnum of Champagne had been held in safe keeping by the Face of Everyman. The venerable sage had been tempted a time or two to uncork the bottle but thought better of it; after all he had the integrity of a Rothschild.
No Coffee
Most folks need Coffee to start their day. The resident grouch at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa came down to breakfast to find the coffee urns cold. His unspoken wrath seemed directed towards the Face of Everyman who was helpless to defend himself.
Remedial Action
A recent Security Audit found weaknesses in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa security system. In a random review of security images the Forensics Team found ten percent contained unacceptable errors. Seen above are the unmistakable signs of a Cat’s ears. the Face of Everyman tried to explain that the ears may belong to the manor house cat. Nevertheless a three page list of urgent remedial action was sent to Management; carbon copy to Corporate. The venerable sage could see his Golden Handshake diminish.
Nectar
Lulu-belle brought her complaints directly to the Face of Everyman. There needs to be more flowers grown near the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. She shouldn’t be expected to raise a family on the nectar set out in feeders. That stuff was mostly colored dreck. The venerable sage wasn’t sure how he was involved but promised the young mother that he would look into the matter. Perhaps the florist shop in the posh arcade had something more nourishing than a wilted corsage. He could hope.
Village Constable
As Holiday Shopping begins in earnest, extra security has been hired at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Normally Maximilian worked security at the posh arcade shops but has been reassigned. His years as the village constable makes him aptly suited for this type of surveillance.
Twins
The Bergdorf twins were different than most folks at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Seen above they are practicing speaking in pig Latin under water. Only the venerable sage, the Face of Everyman is able to comprehend their regional dialect
Hero and Leander
Hero has sent Leander searching the vast grounds of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa for soft nesting materials. the face of Everyman tries to warn Leander that Neptune is lurking to attack him. The venerable sage is able to distract the Royal Denizen of the Deep just long enough for Leander to escape. Upon arriving home he presents his find to Hero, his lovely sweetheart, and burst into song: “Be it ever so humble, there is no place like home.” Curtain closes. The Resort guests rise to a standing ovation for this ground breaking re-telling of an ancient classic.
Haiku
The annual Writer’s Conference at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa took a brief mid-morning break. the Face of Everyman was astonished to overhear that they were not free from the rapid fire prompts of the conference setting but must converse solely in the 5-7-5 structure of Haiku, responses must be in Latin, Classical Greek or Esperanto. The venerable sage wept as he recalled his high times on the isle of Mykonos.
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