Originally posted December 30, 2009
((This post kicked off a massive forum RP including 4 different people with hundreds of posts. Amazingly, the story wrapped up in a little less than a month and ended up re-defining all three of the main characters involved.
There are some parts missing. One of the realities of any RP is that Real Life sometimes pulls you away. Camille went through a moment like that in the middle of this effort, forcing Theresa and I to write around her absence. The finished story ended up a bit of an unorganized, unsequenced mess, but made sense when reordered into a coherent timeline.
I've reposted the bits that focus on Chance's story. The entire story can be found at The Forgotten Guild Site.))
"What the fuck do you mean, Shelia? You're his personal secretary. You know where he is at all times."
"Chance, look. I'm worried," said the caller. "He booked a flight and left yesterday. He booked it himself. Chance, he's missing meetings. Important meetings."
"So call him!"
"I did. He's not answering his phone. I'm getting worried, Chance."
"OK. Let me call you right back." Chance hung up the phone to dial his father's private line. He dialed again when he received no answer, the agreed on signal for an emergency. Nothing. He dialed Shelia.
"OK, he's not answering for me, either. Do you have access to his credit cards? Cool, this is what I want you to do…."
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Japan. His father had gone to Japan. He checked into The Keio Plaza Hotel, withdrew 5,000,000¥ and disappeared. He tapped his phone against his head. He had done this type of thing before. Gone off to do who knows what. His mother had learned to accept it. Chance hated it. Hunter Thomas usually left more notice and never missed an important meeting with clients.
The phone bounced against his forehead. Japan. He had two more weeks of break. It was probably nothing. Might be a good excuse to go back for a visit. See Roz. There are things I wouldn't mind showing Dani. Might be a good opportunity to show Gale the real Japan. He held his phone against his skull. It was probably nothing.
He looked through his contacts. Kori had made the offer. If he ever needed to go to Japan, her jet was his. He dialed the number, thinking about who he would ask for help.
He sighed as the phone rang. It was probably nothing.
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