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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.

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?

I wasn't paying too much attention, but yesterday? He went out. He doesn't always stay here overnight, but he usually lets me know.

He might have just forgotten. I wouldn't put it past him. But considering the circumstances, I think you might be right to worry.

Though I wonder...the person who I've noticed missing is Adalwolfe Hawke. Have you met him? He's the head of security for Jon's building.

I mean, maybe. But... everything's kind of a mess right now.

Oh! Hawke. Yeah, I've spoken to him a couple of times. They wouldn't target Jon specifically this much, would they?

No, I don't think they would.

At least...probably not? He hasn't done anything to annoy the city recently, has he?

[It feels...possible that Jon might have gone astray of some guard or something and Hawke might have ended up wrapped up in it.]

Nothing more than usual I think? But he does kind of have a track record.

He certainly does.
I'll poke around, though, and see what I can find out. Hopefully it'll all be over nothing and he'll come home soon.

In the meantime, if you want any company - commiseration or distraction - you're welcome to come over.

Thank you. I really appreciate it. I just worry.

...are you sure? I'm not great when I'm alone.

Well, if you came over you wouldn't be alone.

But I take your meaning, I think, and I'm sure.

You do have a point there.

If you're sure then... yeah. Sounds good. Alone is bad for me. Generally.

[ 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. ]

[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

Edited 2022-12-25 20:40 (UTC)

[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.]

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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[ 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

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.]

Edited (typo) 2023-03-23 06:24 (UTC)

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?

That doesn't make it better that you were in the position at all. The spectacle of it all is a problem.

I do need to apologize. The city's asked me to make amends to both Juno and Festival as part of my citation. Festival I assume will work with me, but Juno was less than civil and fought me on it.

[Among other, well-placed insults he threw. She avoids mentioning that for now.]

I've been left in shackles outside the Zoo. I'll be released early tomorrow after my three days of penance are up. Wolfe was here yesterday with food and my coat. I'll be fine.

[She won't mention the sign on the bars. It won't help anything.]

It sounds as if you have it worse than I did.
I'm sorry you've been put in that position as well.

[If she can apologize then so can he!]

What did Juno say to you?

Thank you, but I'm fine. Or I will be once I've actually managed sleep. That encompasses most of my plans for tomorrow.

[...she really should have seen this coming. She sighs as she types out her response.]

It matters little. To my knowledge he got his anger out of his system, enough that I hope he has none left for you.

[She most certainly chose to not answer on purpose.]

It matters to me.

He's upset with me, but I think you're probably right that he vented it mostly on you. And Adalwolfe a bit. I've told him what I think about the latter.

[And he'll tell him off for being rude to Amelia too!!]

[Dreams, must he persist? Fine.]

He said I didn't do enough. That enough would have been us getting out without being seen, hurting anyone, or causing damage to do so. He also didn't give a damn about my attempts to apologize because all he cared about was the fact that I fucked over you by not getting you out safely and without getting caught.

If he's going to be angry, I don't care if it's at me. Wolfe has been through enough. Let me take the hit if it means this ends. All I need is for someone between the pair you to take an apology and to let me do something as recompense. Then the city will be off all of us for a time.

[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?

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a card delivered December 26

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