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[b]Location:[/b] [i]A Shitty One-Room Flat, Toronto[/i]
[b]Interacting With:[/b] [i]An iPhone 3G[/i][/center]

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This was bad.

– Wait, scratch that. This was downright [i]catastrophic[/i].

What kind of restaurant took a month long Christmas break? Wyatt wanted nothing more than to scream at the people in charge, but that would result in him getting fired, so he promptly pushed the thought to the back of his mind.

He was a calm, rational adult, for God’s sake. The restaurant owners were a married couple – nice people, even by Canadian standards, which was [i]really[/i] saying something. What good would it do to take out his undying rage on them?

Then again, this basically meant that he was going to lose his job for a month, except for the fact he wasn’t [i]technically[/i] fired because they were just taking – and he [i]quotes[/i]: “four weeks off to visit our family in Boston.”

[i]Boston[/i].

That was only an eight-hour drive across the border, and arguably one of America’s most boring cities. For what earthly reason would they need to spend an entire [i]month[/i] in Boston? Wyatt had to fight the urge to ring them up and shoot them a not-so-friendly reminder that Christmas only lasted a day. Maybe if they’d made an announcement earlier, he would’ve been able to come up with a back-up plan before the world as he knew it came crashing down around him.

...Okay, so maybe he was being a tad melodramatic. But unemployment was no laughing matter, he’ll have you know. After work, Wyatt had spent the previous night [i](or morning, it was 2 A.M.)[/i] chain smoking in a filthy back alley together with one of his line cook pals, complaining about the prospect of having to find a new job on such short notice. Obviously, it didn’t accomplish a goddamned thing, but it was a strange sort of respite; having someone be in the same predicament as you.

There was only one thing left Wyatt could do now, really – and it wasn’t going out to look for a legitimate job, because that’d take him at least a fortnight, and even that was being optimistic. [i]No[/i], he was going to trawl through the cesspool that was Craigslist, in the hopes of finding a somewhat respectable method of keeping his income afloat. Granted, Craigslist probably wasn’t the best place to look, but he figured he’d work his way up from there.

Fishing an iPhone 3G out of his pocket, Wyatt settled down on the creaking, moth-eaten couch, and sprawled across it like a long-limbed octopus. It took a while of scrolling, but he finally found something of value, and just in time, too. He was [i]this[/i] close to giving up the endeavour [i](and also humanity)[/i]. The ad that he’d stopped on, on the other hand, was almost too good to be true. An all expense paid trip to London, no payment required? He was surprised that no one had snapped up the offer yet. Of course, the first emotion that welled up within him was suspicion, and perhaps a sprinkle of intrigue. After all, he’d watched enough CSI to realise that this was the kind of thing that got people murdered.

But a part of him had latched onto that tiny glimmer of hope, and before he knew it, he was typing out an email to this mysterious Russian maiden.

...At least he hoped it was a maiden. Nobody ever lied on the Internet, right?

[center][indent][indent][i]hi there! saw your ad on craiglist and i was just wondering if you were still looking? i wasn’t originally meant to be free, but plans fell through at the last minute so now i’m available. i’d love to know more about it first though. maybe we can meet beforehand and discuss things? let me know!

- wyatt[/i][/indent][/indent][/center]

And with a heart full of trepidation, he hit [i]‘send’[/i].

This was going to end horribly.