Put a blanket over a dog. Spin it around and take it to an open yard. Take the blanket off. What’s it going to do? Shake its head, look around, and explore the boundaries. This is not just human nature, it’s hardcore life-wiring. We, as GK IV has opined in the past, are like dogs to the powers that be, and as such we sometimes shit the rug.
I’ve shit the rug before, and I may have done it again, and that’s just how life goes. Desu desu.
Here’s the super-secret behind-the-scenes meta-out-of-game backstory:
As I posted previously, back in March @monkeymuffin333 and I investigated this location because we literally had no idea what was going on, and it was the only actual place in the physical world associated with this mysterious organization. We did not encounter anyone at the office because it was closed. It was a dead-end, but a hanging chad in the back of our minds, one that may bear out later.
@nosnevets and I were talking about it, and I mentioned how weird it was that the day I posted it, Tension sent an email, at the bottom of which was the same address. I mentioned that now I had some free time during business hours, and we thought it would be a jaunty little adventure to see what the inside of the office looked like and just inquire as to whether this company even would acknowledge the existence of the OOA.
It was, one could say, a social experiment. Let us decontextualize the action in the tradition of Russian Formalist literary criticism (I’m beginning to suspect that this narrative has epic and historical themes, after all): Two people walk into a random office in Beverly Hills and inquire about an organization in the hopes of leaving a meager gift of four white roses (cut and trimmed in a square, glass vase, valued at twenty U.S. dollars when purchased through Ace of Vase Flowers of Burbank, CA). They are informed that the office has cut ties with this organization. They leave the gift there and depart.
From the perspective of [redacted] Accounting Agency, it was a strange occurrence, to be sure. Perhaps it has happened before. Perhaps there’s some terrible thing we don’t know that we accidentally reminded them of. Perhaps they’re covering up a kidnapping and worried about being found out. Perhaps they’re really sick of some freaky ARG organizers having to use their address because tax laws require it, and someone got a phone call asking about the weirdos leaving flowers.
We don’t know. Arf arf arf.
My apologies to anyone who was adversely affected by this.
It will not happen again.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_vK0GxT9z9k
prufrock5150. Reason: Forgot to include the right honorable Mr. Bickerson, Esq.'s handle