Doors

[Locked to Theo]

Justine has a date with a Prince! But not the Prince that was playing with balls and sticks at the hotel.

And, also, dragon horse girl wanted me to let you know that she's probably going to take me tomorrow unless we have plans. Did you get my text about the China trip? I found out what you wanted.

[Locked to Mingmei]

I can't wait for China!

[Locked to Ainslie]

I feel like we haven't talked in forever. Are you okay?

ETA: [Locked to Justine]

Prince Charming, is he from a fairy tale?

[locked to spencer w.]

Hi. Are you okay Sorry I haven't been around much. I've been giving Stephanie time to recover.

[locked to jade c.]

Hey, beautiful. How's it going?

[Call to MJ]
[Stupid late at night. Flash is shaking, standing on top of the school gymnasium, his body mostly still covered in black goop.]

I need a drink, or one of those clubs with lots of drinks, or maybe a card table with loads of free drinks for people with money to burn, or strip billiards. If its good for one royal, why not?

Who's up for that?

[After a few pointed references in Parisian newspapers about the Victomte de Chagny's prior fiancée entertaining married gentlemen and women of questionable reputation in her new home on the Rue de Volney, with excessive speculation about the funding for said home. As Christine D.]

[Locked to Daniel W]
[French] You have been quiet, Daniel.

[Locked to Neil D]
Monsieur, would you have a moment to speak with me?

[Locked to Raoul de Chagny]
Monsieur le Vicomte, I wanted to check with you one last time before I purchased a box ticket for the season.

I wanted a dog and ended up with a six month old puppy.

( Meet Spot )

By some twist of fate, I find myself exactly where I want to be. Though I scared one of the serving girls half to death, once calmed down, she was able to tell me a great many interesting things - what has been happening here with no one but the smallfolk, how they've managed to continue with the collapse of not just the kingdom, but social order as a whole. Eagle-eyed and bright, but more able to accept the return of a dead man than many older and more cynical than she, I do believe I have accidentally frightened the right girl.

Unfortunately, without my brother to insist on more and a land peaceable enough to produce it without fear of death, the stock of fine wine has dwindled. Still I did manage to uncover several bottles of Dornish strongwine in a spot some liked to believe hidden. I must say, in all sincerity, I do hope the men and women who managed to pilfer a bottle or two of the Arbor gold are enjoying it.