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[rosebyanyother]

"Morrigan Prince. I'm afraid I'm too busy to answer at the moment, but leave a message and I promise to respond as soon as I'm able."

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voice

[the_fairest_flower]

[Jamie listens to the ring, and just as the other end picks up, he realizes he doesn't know what he wanted to say. At first, there's just a sharp inhale.]

I--

[Try again. He makes himself smile, even if Morrigan can't see him. Maybe that will help.]

Uhm. Hi, Morrigan, darling. I--fuck, it's later than I thought it was--

[rosebyanyother]

[This all instantly sends warning bells ringing in Peter's head and he does not sound frantic when he responds but there is a marked tone of concern.]

It's never too late, for you. Is everything alright?

[Everything does not sound alright.]

un: thearchivist; voice

[compellingstatement]

[Jon gives himself a little time to calm from the revelation that Tim's been spreading gossip about his kinks before calling Peter. And it is a call, rather than a text, which might clue Peter into the fact that something is amiss.]

Do you have a moment? It, uh... it can wait. But if you have a moment.

voice

[rosebyanyother]

[It is very true that anything other than texts from Jon automatically trigger worry from Peter at this point. But this time his tone sounds...well, less awful than the last.]

I have a moment, of course. What is it?

fibber overflow

[rosebyanyother]

harley

[rosebyanyother]

(from here)

Fascinating!
Molly could just barely wrap his around things, it wasn't particularly fully functional.

un: thearchivist; text

[compellingstatement]

[Jon gives it a few hours after dropping Juno off before texting. He doesn't want to interrupt, but if things have gone poorly, he doesn't want to leave Peter alone to be miserable, either.]

So.
Juno.

Are you all right?

[rosebyanyother]

Yes. Yes, I think so.
It was a bit of a shock.

But it could have gone worse.

delivered between december 21 and 25

[the_fairest_flower]

[Delivered sometime between the solstice and Christmas, a few boxes for Morrigan, all bound together with a white ribbon:

a top, lip color, and what looks like a page torn from a book.

With it all, a note.]

I hope you find comfort, warmth, and light in the longest nights, darling. I am grateful to have known you for another year. I am here whenever you have need of me.

Yours with great affection,
Jamie

un: thearchivist; text

[compellingstatement]

I heard you met Chris Sonom at work.
He's the one I mentioned to you a while back.
The one who helped with rethinking the lounge.

What did you think of him?

[rosebyanyother]

I thought he was very charming.

Text; un: Ravens

[chrisisofaith]

A fine day, Fair Morrigan,
A little Archivist told me you're the man to talk to for getting into places we ought not be for information or things not meant to fall into our hands.

[rosebyanyother]

Did he?
Well, he's quite right. Should we meet to discuss the specifics?

[Read: he isn't going to talk about this over the comms.]

invite

[fanoperator]

text; un: steeltrap

[noirtrope]

why didn't you tell me you were getting kicked out of your apartment?

[Hi Peter, how are you?]

[rosebyanyother]

[....Jon what did you do.]

It was a personal decision.

finder continuations

[rosebyanyother]

toplevel here

quentin coldwater

[rosebyanyother]

(from here)

Oh, I'm absolutely sure you're not wrong.
I'm sorry you've been hurt by this.

Text; un: Ravens

[chrisisofaith]

[How does he start this? He'd had thr thought almost a month ago and now he's finally worked up the thought to ask and he's left himself staring at Morrigan's contact and the little flashing text indicator. This wasn't even that big of a deal-]

So long as the timing's found you well, I've a question for you, fair Morrigan.

[rosebyanyother]

It's a good time as any. What can I do for you?

[He's very privately tickled by this repetition of 'fair Morrigan'.]

Text; un: Ravens | Beginning of September

[chrisisofaith]

When are you free next? We should do drinks

Or anything really, something maybe you don’t get to do often.

[rosebyanyother]

How do you feel about dancing?

un: goodcows | Text (From the kidnapping)

[domainless]

Jon didn't get back and they're- I don't know where he is. I worry that- I mean you must have seen what's happening.

text

[rosebyanyother]

People aren't where they should be, yes.
Someone I work with didn't show up for work yesterday and hasn't been answering his phone.
When did you last see Jon?

delivery

[wolfehawke]

[ This evening Morrigan will find in his mailbox a small black box wrapped with a red velvet bow. The small notecard attached reads: ]

Morrigan -
I know the generally accepted gift giving holiday here is next month but in Thedas, its Satinalia currently, a similar celebration of a sort. Or rather it was a few days ago but I needed a bit of time to get everything together. I hope you'll accept this small token. If you ever lose it - or that to which its attached - just say 'Veilfire' and the charm will glow softly to help you find it.
With love,
-A. Hawke

[ Inside the box is a delicate gold glasses chain with a feather at the center back. ]

a card delivered December 26

[truthisvicious]

[The exterior of the card is a winter scene that seems innocuous and yet somehow ominous. There are no animals or greenery, just birch tree trunks and snow. Upon close inspection, some of the natural marks on the trunks seem to look like eyes. Inside is a handwritten note.]

[ooc: cw for mentions of death, being buried; transcript follows image.]



It wasn't supposed to happen this way.

I don't remember the moment it all went wrong. She lied. She did something. She lied.

Have you ever been taken apart, piece by piece? Whatever it is that makes you essential shattered and scattered? It isn't just death, it's unbeing. Now what if one of those little pieces were to get up and have a life all its own? That's what happened after I died. After I was killed and buried in a shallow, unmarked grave. I woke up again.

Not all of me. Just a piece. Two years it wandered about, covering my body - our body - in marks in the attempt to erase whatever came before. Then it died and I could finally, finally be pulled back together.

Twice dead. Twice risen. Twice tasting the mud in my mouth and feeling the weight of the dirt pressing around me as I clawed out of one grave and then another.

I'm sorry your friend died. But it was my life first. I will not be erased. I will not be unmade.

[The note ends with three different signatures, two of them crossed out.]

Molly
Lucien Tavelle

the Nonagon

Delivery 12/31

[chrisisofaith]

[There's a present delivered the last day of the year, marked with a tag that holds the printed picture of a raven on it. A letter inside accompanies the present itself, sealed with silver wax that holds the signet press of two crossed feathers topped with a cluster of three six-pointed stars.]

May I share my bounty with you that you have plenty of your own for this new year.
I've enjoyed getting to know you bit by bit. I'm hoping that will continue.
And maybe some more kisses, if you're ever of a mind.
Happy Candleglow
-C.S.

[Peter will find a dagger with a simple sheath inside the package, along with a tin of homemade lavender honey cookies.]

Invitation

[chrisisofaith]

Messrs. Sims and Blackwood in conjunction with Lord Sonom, cordially invite you to a formal dinner to be held on the 16th of this first month, at half-past six at Marzipan Terrace.

A social hour will be held before dinner at which point all present will be seated and doors closed. Dress according to your comfort in your accustomed finery.

Those holding this invitation are welcome to bring along one additional guest of their choosing.
We look forward to the pleasure of your company that evening.

Please direct any questions to Lord Sonom prior to the day of the event.
❦

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text | un: bigred

[redrighthanded]

[ A digital invite arrives! It's a photo of a very nice looking butt wearing lacy red lingerie, pulled up to show off a tattoo of a red heart with devil horns and a spade-tipped tail. Some might recognise said butt and tattoo as belonging to Harley Quinn.

Underneath, in flowy font, is written: ]

PLEASE COME TO OUR
TOTALLY ROMANTIC VALENTINE'S ORGY!

FRIENDS AND COMPANIONS AND +1'S WELCOME
BYOT (BRING YOUR OWN TOYS)
AT THE WAREHOUSE, VALENTINE'S WEEKEND (ALL WEEKEND!!)

~ LOVE AND KISSES,
HARLEY & HELLBOY ~
XOXOXOXOX

Text | un: LadyRogue (backdated to 3/16 after Juno's visit to her cage by the Zoo)

[rogueinladysclothing]

Morrigan, are you well? Juno came by to tell me what happened, and now that I've had a chance, I saw for myself what was on the network.

I'm sorry. I'm certain he and others did their best to keep eyes on you, but you never should have been there in the first place.

[City officials wouldn't hear of the Submissives not getting punished for their part in the attempted heist. No amount of claiming responsibility did anything to change their minds. No wonder they put up that fucking sign on her cage.]

[rosebyanyother]

We all knew what we were getting into. Adalwolfe told me when he began all this that he expected to be in and out of jail and racking up citations. I didn't think we would be caught, but...I knew there might be consequences. You don't have to apologize to me.

I'm fine. It was a hassle and a bit degrading but Juno and Jon were there to do what they could. And it's not the worst position I've been in here. How are you?

Text; Un: Ravens | Sometime between 4/4 and 4/9

[chrisisofaith]

[He is...very drunk. And should not likely be texting anyone like this, but it's far too late for reason to factor into this.]

you've been here a long time
how do you deal with people vanishing?

like how do you not just say fuck it and never let people get close again cause it's just gonna hurt when they vanih?

[rosebyanyother]

I'm not sure my answer is all that healthy, honestly.

I try not to think about their leaving. I usually succeed. Mostly.

mail delivery

[fanoperator]

Party Log

Text; 6/4, during Beast Mode for the event

[wolfehawke]

[ Hawke told Jon he'd message Morrigan but it's easier said than done. He doesn't want to have to tell someone else about this, have to explain what's happened, but if he doesn't then Jon will do it for him and if there's something Hawke absolutely can't stand right now it's anyone wresting away what little control he has left. ]

Do you have some time?

[rosebyanyother]

Of course. What is it?

un: chartophyle; text

[compellingstatement]

[Jon might not be fond of the Finder, but it has reminded him of something he's meant to talk to Peter about for a little while now.]

When you have a moment, I have a question for you about Wolfe.

[rosebyanyother]

[....That....feels ominous and Peter is already feeling a bit...bruised when it comes to Hawke these days.]

Of course. What's the question?

fibber overflow

[rosebyanyother]

noah

[rosebyanyother]

(from here)

I like the idea of it as art much better.
And I see.

[Somewhat. He could ask follow-up questions but he doesn't.]

text; un: mulberry

[fanoperator]

Hello darling,

I'm setting up a bit of a game for Javert, he'll be trying to track me down and my location is a secret. I'm planning this for this afternoon and evening. If he contacts you will you please let him know, specifically, that I'm not in any LIER-owned business?

text

[rosebyanyother]

I'd be happy to.

That sounds like a very fun little game.