Flight of Fancy, or One Day in the Life of Ivan Travellerovitch
Jul 22, 2011, 2:49 pm
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Flight of Fancy, or One Day in the Life of Ivan Travellerovitch
[How this works - I begin the story. Each subsequent poster adds another few paragraphs. Together, we tell the story.
1) Keep your contributions short ( a few paragraphs )
2) Don't derail the story ( no having Ivan kidnapped by Martians)
3) Nothing that would make PUCCI blush
Now join us as we tell the tail of one man's struggle against an adversity, an uncaring world, and T5 security as he takes the BA661 to Las Couver. Is he in F or Y? A FF or a kettle? Will he quaff bubbles in the CCR or munch burgers in the concourse. Only future posters will tell]
"We will shortly be arriving at Heathrow Terminal 5" said the video recording of the smug woman.
Ivan sighed. It was only 8.35am and already he was beginning to develop a headache. The paper cup of coffee he had acquired at Paddington sat, half consumed, in his hand, thin brown smears already congealing around the white plastic lid. He rose awkwardly from the shapeless seat, watching his blue and white ticket flutter to the grubby floor as he stood. He half-considered bending down to retrieve it, but the doors were already opening, and the first few eager tourists were disgorging onto the planform.
With his free hand he lifted his rollaboard down from the carpeted shelf, extended the handle, and headed for the door. His progress was briefly blocked by a young Australian backpacker with a pack the size of a adolescent waterbuffalo, but he waited while she adjusted her shoulder straps, before following her onto the grey concrete platform.
1) Keep your contributions short ( a few paragraphs )
2) Don't derail the story ( no having Ivan kidnapped by Martians)
3) Nothing that would make PUCCI blush
Now join us as we tell the tail of one man's struggle against an adversity, an uncaring world, and T5 security as he takes the BA661 to Las Couver. Is he in F or Y? A FF or a kettle? Will he quaff bubbles in the CCR or munch burgers in the concourse. Only future posters will tell]
"We will shortly be arriving at Heathrow Terminal 5" said the video recording of the smug woman.
Ivan sighed. It was only 8.35am and already he was beginning to develop a headache. The paper cup of coffee he had acquired at Paddington sat, half consumed, in his hand, thin brown smears already congealing around the white plastic lid. He rose awkwardly from the shapeless seat, watching his blue and white ticket flutter to the grubby floor as he stood. He half-considered bending down to retrieve it, but the doors were already opening, and the first few eager tourists were disgorging onto the planform.
With his free hand he lifted his rollaboard down from the carpeted shelf, extended the handle, and headed for the door. His progress was briefly blocked by a young Australian backpacker with a pack the size of a adolescent waterbuffalo, but he waited while she adjusted her shoulder straps, before following her onto the grey concrete platform.
Jul 22, 2011, 3:14 pm
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[How this works - I begin the story. Each subsequent poster adds another few paragraphs. Together, we tell the story.
1) Keep your contributions short ( a few paragraphs )
2) Don't derail the story ( no having Ivan kidnapped by Martians)
3) Nothing that would make PUCCI blush
Now join us as we tell the tail of one man's struggle against an adversity, an uncaring world, and T5 security as he takes the BA661 to Las Couver. Is he in F or Y? A FF or a kettle? Will he quaff bubbles in the CCR or munch burgers in the concourse. Only future posters will tell]
"We will shortly be arriving at Heathrow Terminal 5" said the video recording of the smug woman.
Ivan sighed. It was only 8.35am and already he was beginning to develop a headache. The paper cup of coffee he had acquired at Paddington sat, half consumed, in his hand, thin brown smears already congealing around the white plastic lid. He rose awkwardly from the shapeless seat, watching his blue and white ticket flutter to the grubby floor as he stood. He half-considered bending down to retrieve it, but the doors were already opening, and the first few eager tourists were disgorging onto the planform.
With his free hand he lifted his rollaboard down from the carpeted shelf, extended the handle, and headed for the door. His progress was briefly blocked by a young Australian backpacker with a pack the size of a adolescent waterbuffalo, but he waited while she adjusted her shoulder straps, before following her onto the grey concrete platform.
1) Keep your contributions short ( a few paragraphs )
2) Don't derail the story ( no having Ivan kidnapped by Martians)
3) Nothing that would make PUCCI blush
Now join us as we tell the tail of one man's struggle against an adversity, an uncaring world, and T5 security as he takes the BA661 to Las Couver. Is he in F or Y? A FF or a kettle? Will he quaff bubbles in the CCR or munch burgers in the concourse. Only future posters will tell]
"We will shortly be arriving at Heathrow Terminal 5" said the video recording of the smug woman.
Ivan sighed. It was only 8.35am and already he was beginning to develop a headache. The paper cup of coffee he had acquired at Paddington sat, half consumed, in his hand, thin brown smears already congealing around the white plastic lid. He rose awkwardly from the shapeless seat, watching his blue and white ticket flutter to the grubby floor as he stood. He half-considered bending down to retrieve it, but the doors were already opening, and the first few eager tourists were disgorging onto the planform.
With his free hand he lifted his rollaboard down from the carpeted shelf, extended the handle, and headed for the door. His progress was briefly blocked by a young Australian backpacker with a pack the size of a adolescent waterbuffalo, but he waited while she adjusted her shoulder straps, before following her onto the grey concrete platform.
Jul 22, 2011, 3:34 pm
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[How this works - I begin the story. Each subsequent poster adds another few paragraphs. Together, we tell the story.
1) Keep your contributions short ( a few paragraphs )
2) Don't derail the story ( no having Ivan kidnapped by Martians)
3) Nothing that would make PUCCI blush
Now join us as we tell the tail of one man's struggle against an adversity, an uncaring world, and T5 security as he takes the BA661 to Las Couver. Is he in F or Y? A FF or a kettle? Will he quaff bubbles in the CCR or munch burgers in the concourse. Only future posters will tell]
"We will shortly be arriving at Heathrow Terminal 5" said the video recording of the smug woman.
Ivan sighed. It was only 8.35am and already he was beginning to develop a headache. The paper cup of coffee he had acquired at Paddington sat, half consumed, in his hand, thin brown smears already congealing around the white plastic lid. He rose awkwardly from the shapeless seat, watching his blue and white ticket flutter to the grubby floor as he stood. He half-considered bending down to retrieve it, but the doors were already opening, and the first few eager tourists were disgorging onto the planform.
With his free hand he lifted his rollaboard down from the carpeted shelf, extended the handle, and headed for the door. His progress was briefly blocked by a young Australian backpacker with a pack the size of a adolescent waterbuffalo, but he waited while she adjusted her shoulder straps, before following her onto the grey concrete platform.
1) Keep your contributions short ( a few paragraphs )
2) Don't derail the story ( no having Ivan kidnapped by Martians)
3) Nothing that would make PUCCI blush
Now join us as we tell the tail of one man's struggle against an adversity, an uncaring world, and T5 security as he takes the BA661 to Las Couver. Is he in F or Y? A FF or a kettle? Will he quaff bubbles in the CCR or munch burgers in the concourse. Only future posters will tell]
"We will shortly be arriving at Heathrow Terminal 5" said the video recording of the smug woman.
Ivan sighed. It was only 8.35am and already he was beginning to develop a headache. The paper cup of coffee he had acquired at Paddington sat, half consumed, in his hand, thin brown smears already congealing around the white plastic lid. He rose awkwardly from the shapeless seat, watching his blue and white ticket flutter to the grubby floor as he stood. He half-considered bending down to retrieve it, but the doors were already opening, and the first few eager tourists were disgorging onto the planform.
With his free hand he lifted his rollaboard down from the carpeted shelf, extended the handle, and headed for the door. His progress was briefly blocked by a young Australian backpacker with a pack the size of a adolescent waterbuffalo, but he waited while she adjusted her shoulder straps, before following her onto the grey concrete platform.
Is there enough time to get back, look for the passport and still make it to the airport? Confusion, mental turmoil, panic.....is it really all worth it....let's call the whole thing off...is this the end?
Jul 22, 2011, 3:37 pm
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Suddenly the sound of tires screeching startles Ivan. He looks around just in time to see a hand brush aimed for his face approach at what must be close to the speed of sound. "Again?", a beautiful woman says in a harsh voice, "you forgot your passport again? What if him indoors would have found it?"...
Jul 22, 2011, 3:53 pm
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Ivan Travellerovitch, also known as 'Chubby Puppy' flashes a smile and adjusts his tie, disarming this beautiful celebrity figure he has just spent the early afternoon with and casually takes the passport back. With a cool, calculated glance he disarms her and continues on his way to another rendezvous involving a hot tub...Looking at his watch he thinks...
Ivan Travellerovitch, also known as 'Chubby Puppy' flashes a smile and adjusts his tie, disarming this beautiful celebrity figure he has just spent the early afternoon with and casually takes the passport back. With a cool, calculated glance he disarms her and continues on his way to another rendezvous involving a hot tub...Looking at his watch he thinks...
Jul 22, 2011, 4:05 pm
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Ivan Travellerovitch, also known as 'Chubby Puppy' flashes a smile and adjusts his tie, disarming this beautiful celebrity figure he has just spent the early afternoon with and casually takes the passport back. With a cool, calculated glance he disarms her and continues on his way to another rendezvous involving a hot tub...Looking at his watch he thinks...
Ivan Travellerovitch, also known as 'Chubby Puppy' flashes a smile and adjusts his tie, disarming this beautiful celebrity figure he has just spent the early afternoon with and casually takes the passport back. With a cool, calculated glance he disarms her and continues on his way to another rendezvous involving a hot tub...Looking at his watch he thinks...
What to do...
Jul 22, 2011, 4:19 pm
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Luckily, the passport belongs to Him Indoors...and the ticket stub shows an F seat (only 3A and not his favoured 1K) along with a CCR card...
He turns around and smiles in thanks to the departing figure of his affection...
He turns around and smiles in thanks to the departing figure of his affection...
Jul 23, 2011, 8:37 pm
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As he enters the terminal building, Ivan turns right and walks nonchalantly to the far end, where his path is politely blocked by a lady of a certain age and a Dale Winton lookalike, each in a blue uniform. "First or Gold?" the lady asks. "Both," he replies, flashing a smile, but suddenly feeling very nervous. Dale takes Ivan's bag and walks it to the checkin desk. "Where are you flying today, Mr. errr...?" He glances at the boarding pass and his hitherto welcoming smile suddenly hardens into something altogether more serious....
Jul 24, 2011, 1:03 am
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As he enters the terminal building, Ivan turns right and walks nonchalantly to the far end, where his path is politely blocked by a lady of a certain age and a Dale Winton lookalike, each in a blue uniform. "First or Gold?" the lady asks. "Both," he replies, flashing a smile, but suddenly feeling very nervous. Dale takes Ivan's bag and walks it to the checkin desk. "Where are you flying today, Mr. errr...?" He glances at the boarding pass and his hitherto welcoming smile suddenly hardens into something altogether more serious....
"It is quite all right" say Ivan.
The lady of a certain age beams at him as she hands back his boarding pass. "Sequence number 007 as usual I see".
Blond smiles. They walk up to the F check-in desk.
Jul 24, 2011, 3:13 am
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Mr. Blond strolled up to the check in desk as he had 76 times already this year
The young check in agent smiled as she saw him approaching. Mr. Blond knew most of the agents by name who worked this area of the airport and flirted openly with them regardless of age, looks or indeed sex.
Ivan handed over his passport and boarding pass.
"So Mr. Blond, is it business or pleasure today?"
The young check in agent smiled as she saw him approaching. Mr. Blond knew most of the agents by name who worked this area of the airport and flirted openly with them regardless of age, looks or indeed sex.
Ivan handed over his passport and boarding pass.
"So Mr. Blond, is it business or pleasure today?"
Jul 24, 2011, 4:10 am
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Ivan was beginning to feel comfortable in his new false persona as Blond. He hoped this feeling would survive the experience at Fast-Track Security. He had been assured that the contents of his briefcase would not show up on any of the scanners: The Upper Khazakstan Metallurgical Institute had spend over a decade perfecting the new alloy. As a result, both his stiletto and pistol were made from Invisibilium and had been built carefully into the frame of the case. However, Ivan knew how thorough and efficient the screening was at LHR. He could feel beads of perspiration forming in the small of his back ...
Jul 24, 2011, 5:24 am
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Ivan was beginning to feel comfortable in his new false persona as Blond. He hoped this feeling would survive the experience at Fast-Track Security. He had been assured that the contents of his briefcase would not show up on any of the scanners: The Upper Khazakstan Metallurgical Institute had spend over a decade perfecting the new alloy. As a result, both his stiletto and pistol were made from Invisibilium and had been built carefully into the frame of the case. However, Ivan knew how thorough and efficient the screening was at LHR. He could feel beads of perspiration forming in the small of his back ...
As he stood in the line, he began to relax again. The airport buffoons, as usual, were paying no attention to keeping the line moving, seemingly far more concerned with the terrorist threat posed by a 22-year old mother and her adorable (?) twin offspring. "I wonder if I will ever have a family?" Ivan mused.
At that point an official in a smart white shirt with epaulettes on each shoulder approached the line, with a golden labrador on a lead. Ivan was unperturbed. The briefcase, after all, contained nothing to alert the animal. But, as the officer approached, the dog became more agitated and, on reaching Ivan, barked excitedly and sat down firmly on the ground, its tail wagging violently.
"Would you mind coming with me, Sir?" the officer addressed Ivan.
Ivan cursed again and glanced wistfully at the carefully-guarded door to the Concorde room, just the other side of security. So near, and yet so far.
He began to follow the officer, wondering whether or not to make a break for it. He decided against it. He was, after all, travelling OHMSS.....
Jul 24, 2011, 6:13 am
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...then without warning he was led into a long corrider, dimly lit and into a room with no window. We are conducting health surveys and your were randomly selected sir. Inside the dimly lit room was a typical exam room. A nurse put Ivan on the desk, and the doctor started making measurements. As she stretched out his arm, and dictated the measurements to the nurse, he stood and cooperated. It struck him that he'd always taken direction like a soldier, but that day he felt like a toy soldier. Her voice blurred in the background as he found himself looking straight at her, at her chest. At her breasts. To anyone else, they weren't exactly heaving with her breaths, but to Ivan's scale... They were hypnotic. He just couldn't look away. They rose, they fell, and Ivan was starting to get excited. Very excited....