[center][img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=Brendan%20Miles%20Wilcox&name=Futurot.ttf&size=100&style_color=6ECFF5[/img] [img]http://ak-hdl.buzzfed.com/static/2014-08/27/11/enhanced/webdr10/anigif_original-grid-image-25061-1409154921-23.gif[/img] [hr][b][u]Location:[/u][/b] His Spare House in Canada → His Home in California [b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] [url=http://www.celebzz.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/mia-wasikowska-at-maps-to-the-stars-photocall-at-the-67th-annual-cannes-film-festival-_4.jpg]His Girlfriend[/url], The Other Winners (via video), & The Deliverer of Thy Holy Package[hr][/center][right][i][b]~ March 4th, 2016 ~[/b][/i][/right] Brendan’s desktop was immediately put on standby as the doorbell rang, and he got up and rushed to the door. Flinging it open, he was surprised to see what looked like an FBI agent, complete with shades and terrifying demeanour that made him wonder if he’d done anything illegal. In the person’s hand was a beautifully carved oak box, with golden plates on the corners and a golden pin-lock on the front. “[color=6ecff5]Oui? {Yes?}[/color]” Brendan said, trying to hide his nervousness by layering on his French accent, the word practically dripping with it. [b]”Brendan Wilcox?”[/b] The ‘agent’ said, speaking perfect English with a deep American accent. Apparently this was so important they didn’t even use a delivery-agent man from Montreal. “[color=6ecff5]Oh, yeah, that’s me.[/color]” He rubbed the back of his neck, gesturing to the item with his head. “[color=6ecff5]That for me?[/color]” His eyebrow perked up. The man simply nodded, passing him the box, with Brendan eagerly taking it from him. As the man walked away, Miles said a polite goodbye, and watched the black car drive off. With a grin, he shut the door and sat down, sliding the pin out and opening the box carefully. His eyes lit up like a child at Christmas as he saw what was inside - a trifolded piece of paper nestled in a velvet bed. He gently lifted the paper out, almost struggling to grasp it properly as it was stuffed like a turkey. Brendan decided to read the letter first, as it might provide some information on what this was all about. [indent][color=gold][i]Congratulations! You are one of the lucky few that was picked to be the winner of this prestigious tour! You leave on March 14th from your city and will arrive in Paris on the 15th. There you will meet the rest of the winners at the Saint James Paris! Your accommodations are completely provided! Travel, fares, food, all are covered. On the 17th you will disembark from Paris on the legendary Orient Express for a tour of Europe and into the Carpathian Mountains! We cannot wait to see you, anything you need will be provided. A Black Status Card has provided for you to purchase anything you might need. I look forward to meeting you on the Orient Express. Sincerely, Your Provider[/i][/color][/indent] “[color=6ecff5]What the…[/color]” He muttered, completely confused by it all. “[color=6ecff5]Léa! Des choses bizarres se passent! {Léa! Strange things are happening!}[/color]” He cried out, and his girlfriend came down the stairs and walked over. “[color=fa58d0]Brendan? Est-ce que tout va bien? {Brendan? Is everything alright?}[/color]” She put her arms around his neck, looking at the letter in his hand. “[color=6ecff5]Oui, oui. Mais regarde… {Yes, yes. But look…}[/color]” He gestured to the contents of the paper, whilst also filing through them himself. It was amazing! Tickets from San Francisco to Paris, an unlimited credit card, tickets to board the Orient Express… it was heaven. His girlfriend pointed at the letter. “[color=fa58d0]Ça dit quoi? {What does it say?}[/color]” Brendan realised the whole thing was in English, and translated it for her. Léa let out a gasp of shock and sat next to him, looking at him wide-eyed. “[color=fa58d0]Vraiment? En aucune façon! {Really? No way!}[/color]” She patted him on the back. “[color=fa58d0]Vous avez du plaisir, oui? {You have fun, yeah?}[/color]” Brendan nodded with a smile. “[color=6ecff5]Etes-vous sûr que vous serez bien sur votre propre? {Are you sure you’ll be okay on your own?}[/color]” He looked at her, concern sweeping across his face. She simply smiled and kissed him, putting a finger on his lips. “[color=fa58d0]Chut, je serai bien. Maintenant, allez vous amuser! {Shh, I’ll be fine. Now go have fun!}[/color]” She paused, before adding. “[color=fa58d0]I love you.[/color]” “[color=6ecff5]I love you, too.[/color]” He smiled, before packing it all up and grabbing his suitcases from upstairs. Luckily, he’d already packed, since he was set to leave that night anyway. Léa was going to stay in Québec another day anyway, since she had to visit her friend before leaving. Unfortunately for her, she was going to spend more than one day without Miles - two weeks, in fact. But, he’d promised they’d Skype the next day anyway, so all turned out well. He just hoped they’d have internet on the train, or some way of contacting loved ones at home. [center][h2][b]~~~[/b][/h2][/center] After a lengthy drive back to San Francisco, Brendan had gone all out - bought an entire array of cool and new gaming shirts, bought half a dozen bottles of Dr. Pepper, and bought a few suits, just in case. He was now sat at his gaming computer, with his suitcases behind him, and typing in the url that he’d found within the box’s contents. He’d spent the last half hour gawking at the pictures of the hotel and the train, and also contemplating whether or not a strange alien mummy might appear and start killing people. So, he decided a break was in order. Once he’d gotten on with his login, he’d watched the videos from the previous winners. They were a diverse bunch, and he’d noticed some multilingual ones, too. He was just glad he could understand them all. With a crack of his knuckles, he pressed the record button. “[color=6ecff5]Salut! I’m Brendan Wilcox, though people tend to call me by my middle name, Miles. You might know me better by my YouTube channel CanadianBacon. I’m 25, speak French, English, and mild German & Spanish. ‘Why French?’, you might ask. Well, probably not. Either way, for those that haven’t seen my channel or just don’t know, I was born in the French-speaking province Québec, more specifically Montreal. I still have a house there, which I’ve actually just come home from,[/color]” he gestured to his suitcases, “[color=6ecff5]but I live primarily in California. I also have a beautiful girlfriend called Léa, who’s staying in Montreal for one more day before coming back here. Anyway, that’s about it for me, folks, but I can’t wait to meet all of you in Paris! Goodbye, adieu, guten tag, and adiós![/color]” After adding the exact translation in French afterwards, he added a shorter version in Spanish and German at the end, like Joel, Wolfgang, and Claire had in their own languages that they know. With that all done, he logged off, changed into his emergency bedclothes (which he was going to wash later anyway), and dived into his bed with a satisfied ‘oompf’. He was gonna need a while.