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Post by Daria Noirwood on Aug 2, 2022 22:27:24 GMT -4
I'm sure we are all familiar with this guy. On this year's Sol Patrol I was able to snap a photo of Fairhaven's own Indigo Frosty looming about at the top of a street. I think he was appreciative of the photo op as he really put a bit extra on the loom factor for me. I'm sure we've all bumped into this chap at one time or another and with DragonFly Guy season in full swing he's always out and about. I don't know their connection but they seem to go together like the Abbot and Costello of cryptid double acts. I don't think anyone has figured out just exactly who or what he is and what he is up to. Sometimes I get the feeling even he doesn't know. A pencil pushing 'Visitor' doing research cred? A bush league M.I.B? But we've got him. Indigo Frosty. He wishes he had the looks of Valiant Thor, the stage presence of Ed Smith, and the Chapstick marketing revenue of Indrid Cold. He has two modes - lurking about at night in the shadows with his 'wrong' smile or trying to assimilate himself into the population of Fairhaven through a series of poor disguises for purposes unknown. Who is that driving the circa 1950 unrefrigerated ice cream truck through the streets of town? Who is that lop-sided spirit gummed mustachioed man window shopping Jars, Jars, Jars, n' more? Who is awkwardly telling jokes in the Lenny Brucian turtleneck at open mic night at Fairhaven's Laughter Hut ? Indigo Frosty The Gene Parmesan of Cryptids
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Post by bubba on Feb 26, 2023 9:29:34 GMT -4
Could Indigo Frosty be related to The Darn Man or The Old Leather Man? While both historic figures have long been laid to presumed eternal rest, Mr. Joel Popov of White Hart Libations has featured two cocktails taking these gentlemen as eponyms. Joel claims the drink recipes came from a stranger who showed up just in time to pull a shift when all three of his bar staff mysteriously came down with some kind of stomach bug. On the Saturday night after Thanksgiving, this stranger overheard Joel on the phone trying to wrangle up some help for a very busy night. The stranger offered to stand-in, even demonstrating " mixology skills" that would have ranked as remarkable in London's swanker quarters. Joel made an on-the-spot, probationary hire of the fellow. They muddled through the shift. Afterhours, when it came time to tip-out, the stranger was nowhere to be found. Nobody but Joel seems to remember the stranger, but Joel hazily recalls him as " a nerd trying disguise himself as someone much hipper, cooler; the right pieces, but put together wrong."
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