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[Locked to Zee C]
Back in town. Quit your fussing.

[Hunter W]
Need a favor. Well, from Dorian, but I don't trust him real well.

Cat, dog, or fish.

Or something even more exotic... like a ferret. Maybe a miniature goat.

I've never had a pet before.

I need to find the names of a good Vietnamese restaurant, an excellent men's tailor and a discreet rehabilitation clinic by noon.

I would very much welcome suggestions.

[Darker writing then usual, smudge of cigarette ash. Directly after this.]

J, what's going on, pretty?

At home with no health benefits and bad cable.

[Private to Isaac C]

Been thinking about you. The boy in my head has a pretty complicated family, too.

London's entertainment has not improved in fifty years.

[From an unfamiliar number, Vegas area code. Ring.]

So, I attended the Republican National Convention this week. That was certainly a shitshow interesting. As a (rare, Democrat) guest of some old friends, I had the good fortune to be invited to this year's HomoCon, which is a party for gay Republicans put on by GOProud (I know, clever right? Even Republican gays are more creative than their hetero counterparts.) As a [...] straight, Democrat attendee I was obviously there as more of an ambassador, but it was great to see some familiar faces and I even got a disco ball keychain for my daughter. I also got to spend some time with my father during the RNC, and although he still hasn't quite forgiven me for turning out liberal, a box of cigars seemed to help him forget for a few days.

What are some other effective methods you use to help your parents forget about how they're supposed to be disappointed in you?

[As Christine D.]

[Locked to Daniel W]
Shall I tell you, monsieur, about the house that you have taken on the Rue Volney?

[Locked to Meg G]
You have heard, oui?

[As he's having this conversation.]

You and me gotta talk.

Hello, Mr Isaac?

You don't know me but we have a mutual ac ack friend.

It's Friday night, I'm rather bored, and if I stare at my novel any longer, I think I'll throw my laptop across the room.

So for everyone else who may be in a similar position, let's play a game of 'This or That'.

I'll go first.

Wine or beer?

[Posted Anonymously, sometime after all this.]

So, I got a dancing blonde girlie in my head that's a little confused right now.

After a visit to your desert I am simply spoiled for engaging company.

Does anyone know of any fairs in this area? And by fair I mean livestock and horrible-for-you food served fried and on sticks?

[Locked to Meg G]
Meg? Are you practicing, or do you have a moment?

[Locked to Zee. (No phone.)]

You want a six pack or something frozen from the store?

[Raegan/Callum]

You see the news?

[Andrew M.]

Hey. You the guy?

[It's been a while since he last tried checking on people, and he's had to find Hunter in the interim.]

[Sam A.]
So you're okay then? Made me worry all for nothing?


[Jade C.]
[Picking up where they left off.] How does a pretty art thief kick you out of France?


[Jules S.]
You were right. You okay, pretty?


[Anon to Liam R.]
Meg wants to know how you're doing and I'm being greedy and not going through the door, so I figured I'd ask for her.

[Public]

So we all admitting that some weird shit went down? Yeah? Good. Now anyone else going to start looking for the people they got brain linked with? Because let me tell you, I had a few I'm starting to worry about, but I don't want to be the one spilling other people's business to you all.


[Hunter W.]
H, tell me you're okay, baby.


[Sam A.]
Talk to me, girlie.


[Jade C.]
So tell me about the pretty lady that tried to shoot you, Jadey.