Anastasia was telling the Face of Everyman of the beauties of her former home town of Odessa, Ukraine and how she yearned to return someday. As they spoke the NPR station situated on the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was carrying the latest congressional testimony from that alternate world called Washington. The venerable sage turned his radio off so that he and she could continue their conversation.
Think Tank
At the New School of Athens, a think tank allied with the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa a lively discussion of String Theory and recent discoveries had been going on for hours. the Face of Everyman was keen to ask questions but he needed a nap more than answers.
Writer’s Retreat
The renown author and lecturer Lady Carrington inquired about renting the cabana huts at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa for her upcoming Winter Writer’s Retreat. As the Face of Everyman was quick to point out not all of her Plus Sized students could be accommodated. There would be an additional surcharge for heated roosting or Time Share nesting. Bookings were filling fast. “Tempus Fugit.” 
Dance Class
The boys were late for Dance Class. They heard that the new Dance Master was strict and wielded a mean switch. Could they help regain the fame of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Ballet Troupe? Would the Face of Everyman remember their childish pranks of spinning him until he passed out? I don’t expect things to go well. At all. Places everyone.
Paper Weight
It was the birthday of the Face of Everyman. From far and wide well wishers came to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa with gifts for the venerable sage. Seen below Favian presents a glass paper weight on behalf of the Royal Murder of Crows, Temple 139. It was to be treasured by the ancient one. At last, his jumble of receipts would be tamed.
Sin City
As soon as the cruise ship docked Llewellyn was the first off. Alas, the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was shuttered and dark. the Face of Everyman reported that due to the power outage caused by a violent wind storm the midnight Sin City Club Crawl had been scrubbed. Instead a voucher for breakfast at a renown waffle house was offered. 
Tiberius
As rutting season neared in the vast forest surrounding the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa the Face of Everyman tried to keep track of his prize stags. The venerable sage got a tear in his eye remembering Tiberius as a goofy, awkward teenager. Now he was a force to be reckoned with. 
Remorseless
Panther was sure that if she waited at the end of the buffet line a sweet Sparrow would drop into her mouth. The alarm bells had started ringing as soon as she crossed the magical perimeter of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman knew she was an unrepentant semi-feral cat. He had ordered her a bell on a bejeweled necklace but was at a loss as to how to slip it on.
Foggy
Heavy fog obscured normal navigational land marks for this neighbor from the golf course wetlands; not far from the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was still disoriented from last night’s attack by bullies from the Raccoon Dance Group. They chatted until the fog lifted and the venerable sage could compose himself and offer coherent directions.
Counter Intelligence
Ambrose was convinced that the bubbles contained secret messages for foreign agents operating from the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He would spend hours listening for a pattern; perhaps a rhythm. About sundown he’d give up; eats some orts set aside by the Face of Everyman and return to his roost. Others gave him a wide berth.
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