Near the time of the Harvest Moon strange things happen. The Security Camera records a life or death struggle between the dark forces under the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and Draven, a local gang member. An anonymous Moth urges Draven to try harder to escape the grasp. Once again the Face of Everyman sleeps through the entire episode of mortal combat.
The message to the venerable sage from his Broker was so important that it was delivered by Courier. It read,”Sell your widget stock now!” By noon the Face of Everyman felt so prosperous that he ordered a plate of Cucumber sandwiches prepared by the kitchen staff of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. They were wickedly good.
Like most folks near the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, the Face of Everyman just needed a gentle nudge to be realigned and centered with each vortex which offered swirling centers of energy conducive to healing, meditation and self-exploration. The venerable sage was never sure he had the right spot; a twitch here and there was needed for focus.
Strong winds had brought down leaves and weathercocked the Face of Everyman out of spiritual alignment. Tho’ he knew little about Feng Shui; perhaps no more than is written in a fortune cookie, he was aware that he must gain alignment with the natural forces of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Morning Wait Staff weren’t sure they could re-orient the behemoth.