A light opening theme began as daybreak arrived, rising to a crescendo the longer it went on. The halls were bustling with technicians and crew members, people carrying boxes of coffee and breakfast pastries. The complex rumbled with the pitter patter of busy feet.
Scrambles lifted his head off the desk, a post-it note stuck to his brow. He crossed his eyes to see what it read but couldn’t make it out.
“what a late night. I’m gunna have to take a nap later.”
Things were already going badly, he remembered as he peeled the note from his forehead.
A scientist had approached him late last night to tell him that a participant had mysteriously disappeared without a trace, but Scrambles was too tired (and drunk) to make any sense of it.
He stared at the note as his eyes adjusted to the daylight shining in through the massive window behind him.
“So, WhiteEagle has disappeared? What does that even mean?”
He sent for his receptionist to contact the scientist for more info, but she informed him that it probably wouldn’t be very helpful. Apparently she had been there last night as the man visited and Scrambles had been in such a mood because the scientist had no answers for him.
“Ok, well, thanks anyway. When does the next match start?”
“Oh, right now!”, she said chipperly
He looked at his watch. “NOON?!?”
“Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“Well I tried to but you started throwing trophies everywhere so I left you alone. Oh, and DK is on line one, he wants to know why he didn’t get an invite”
“Nevermind that. We’ve got work to do.” He rose and threw his coat on in a dramatic fashion and stormed out, still not wearing any pants.
WhiteEaglePL has disappeared during the night
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