Musings

[WORK EMAIL: ROWAN/KAYLA]
Working from home again today. Still feel like cr Still [...] sick. HR said that you called in the other day too? Were you at the party at Under the weather?


[LOCKED: R. MORGENSTERN/V. ANNA]
I’ve been meaning to call you and get glorious (and not gross ;-D) details about you and my cousin getting back together, but I still feel like death. Please say you’re doing better than I am.


[LOCKED: R. MORGENSTERN/E. REX-WOOD]
A little birdie told me that you and I might be related, so I thought I’d say hello and introduce myself. Hi! I’m Rowan, Orin’s cousin. Are you settling in all right?

[ E-mail to R. Morgenstern ]

Rowan,

Good work on the Bernstein case. Mr. Bernstein just called me asking for me to thank you on his behalf for your hard work. I gave him your home phone number, as I thought you'd like to hear his thanks for yourself. Have yourself a good weekend. You deserve it.

- Kayla

[ Locked to C. Knight ]

I saw the bird-man. He's gotten better. It's beautiful, Charlie.

Please tell me this recent weather isn't the norm around these parts? I came to Seattle expecting rain, not snow, and my system just isn't handling this very well. Should I be buying snow-tires or chains for my truck? I'm walking on foreign territory here and I don't like being unprepared.

This keeps up for too much longer, and I swear I'll find some excuse to move back home. This is just ridiculous.

[About fifteen minutes after this.]

Ring, ring.

[ Call to M. Melbourne ]

[Last Wednesday morning, around 8 am.]

[Ring]

(backdated to Tuesday, during her morning commute)

[CALL: ROWAN/KAYLA]
Ring, ring

(identical, separate)
[TEXT: ROWAN/ADAM, ROWAN/ORRIE]
Got into an accident. Need mechanic recs. Go.

[Saturday morning, after this]

[locked to e. pride]

So. Our Siren prefers to be called the Kappa, and she's got one hell of an ability.

Don't worry, I'm still working on finding our good friend Warren.

[public]

Hypothetical question time. Say you've got some kind of rash thing on your hand, and the cause isn't exactly what you'd call natural. Do you deal with the damn thing on your own, consult your friendly neighborhood doctor, or none of the above?

Personally I'd go for any option that involves beer and pie, but y'know, this isn't my area of expertise.

[Because she's bored and figures talking to Kayla is better than killing another orphan, she picks up her phone.]

Ring.

[Wednesday evening, at around 7, Kayla finally decides to call her "number one fan."]

[Ring]

[After reading this]

Anyone else doubt innocence?

[Call to K. Michaels from an unknown number. The morning after this.]

Ring.

Slasher movie marathon tonight. You want to watch teenagers wet themselves with three different bodily fluids?

From: kayla_michaels@usdoj.gov
To: alexander_crawford@usdoj.gov
Subject: Tangles

Dear Man-Bitch Alexander,

I know it's late but your job description is to lick my boots so do not complain that I work you too hard I've been going over details from one of my cases and I think you should be informed of a few snarls I've come across. I'll put them in list form so you can print them out and tape them to flashcards to aid your failing memory for convenience.

1. I need you to locate the 2008 incident report filed when Alan Robertson allegedly pulled a knife on Danny Feldman. It's been alluded to in the 2009 report of Robertson allegedly beating Feldman with a tire iron, but the actual report is better than hearsay.

2. The traffic report about Feldman's car should be here by Thursday. If it isn't, please stab Officer Luntz in the jugular three times, rinse, and repeat let me know and I'll tie him to a stop sign with his own fucking arteries talk to the traffic office.

3. Tessa has been reassigned to another lawyer because this fucking office was designed to make me lose my mind so I'll need you to make sure nothing gets lost in the shuffle. Murry has sticky fingers. A new girl should be starting soon, I've been told she just got moved in. Bitch better not touch my rainbow filing system. She should be able to give you some much needed help.

Thanks,
Kayla

[Locked to K. Michaels]
My apartment is a wreck and my landlord sucks. If I sleep on the couch in the office for a night or two, will I get fired?

[Locked to J. Copeland]
I can't even begin to tell you how much I owe you for helping me. Thank you. And I'll keep my mouth shut. If I can do anything to repay you, please let me know.

[Public]
I'm just really glad that the most valuable thing I owned aside from the Grimmerie, my laptop, was with me through that whole mess. Because I'm pretty sure most everything else is going to have to be scrapped. Between the weather blowing in through the broken windows and the general mayhem left behind by those things, my apartment is trash.

Sometimes, I get the feeling that I'm being punished for something I haven't even done yet.

[Both messages are sent at about 3 pm on Friday]

[ Text to T. Hartley ]

Did you get somewhere safe?

[ Text to C. Knight ]

This place is dying. Have you hopped ship yet?

[Never has he been so glad to have a smart phone]

I don't know where else to put this, so... Update:

1. Scientists have found a difference between the cannibalistic subjects and humans at a genetic level. As they are unaware of the existence of Creations, they believe the cannibalism and attacks to be symptoms of the genetic variance. This is a vast assumption and could prove problematic.

2. The subjects have a complete absence of higher brain function. The tissue itself shows signs of necrosis and hypoxia, meaning their brains are rotting and low on oxygen, though the cause is unknown. It is at a level that is far past that of recovery. They are essentially brain dead, and will remain so until termination.

3. The National Guard has quarantined several bite victims and is holding them for observation. Guards are watching for behavioral changes, but their tissues are also currently being tested for similarities to the cannibalistic subjects.

[Attached are several blurry photos of a lab notebook, handwriting neat but a little shaky, relatively unintelligible numbers and notes to anyone not studying genetics. The last one is a slightly clearer pic of 3 sets of DNA mapping, the top labeled "human", the second labeled "subject", the third (his own, done secretly) labeled "creation". The bottom two have a slight but obvious difference from the top.]

Did you like your present? I considered getting you a party pack, but those pre-teen girls are really squirmy and I didn't think I'd be able to wrap them properly.

[Phone call to K. Michaels, mid-morning on Saturday]

Ring, ring!

[After seeing this]

Congratulations on the publicity. You're starting to give me a run for my money. I need to do something about that

What do you think of the nickname our dear Cipher's given you?

ring.