Musings

[Posted on Creations forums, but (interestingly) not cross-posted to the hacker's blog. Obviously Boris doesn't use his real name for much.]

Don't worry, Monarch, step on out of the closet, we all love you!

[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?

[A day or so after the party.]

So I here there was quite a shin dig. Louis, are you Is every one well?

[Group email: J Morgenstern, A Morgenstern, L Morgenstern, M Morgenstern, R Morgenstern, O Monarch, D Galakis (I hope I'm not forgetting anyone)]

Hello family.

I hope this letter finds you all well. I know that I don't often email all of you in a large group like this, but I am writing because Mother has seen fit to finally let me escape her maternal crutches and live on my owe like a normal adult. Her one requirement was that I go with everyone else and settle in Seattle. I don't no how a long move is any better than simply finding an apartment nearby, but I didn't want to make her rethink her choice once she a greed. I imagine if I step out of line, I well be whisked back to Mother's so protective arms.

As it is, I am now residing in Seattle. My building is called The Bathos. Or maybe just Bathos. I'm not quite sure which. Surprise! I'm getting to know my apartment and running into things steel. I anticipate many bruises over the next few days because I'm too stubborn to use my cane in my own house. My lease states that I am allowed to have a dog, so I might finally get one. I wanted a helper monkey, but that idea was shut down. No fun.

So that is my important news. You may have noticed that my translation software has been on the frizz again and I hope I haven't sent anything two strange to any of you.

Your sister,
Iris

[Locked to L Daniels]
Staying out of trouble?

[Locked to R Morgenstern]
Ro, how about you give your old cousin some advice?

[Locked to E Rex-Wood]
How'd that potential roommate turn out?

[Call to V Anna]
[Ring]

[This includes: O. Monarch, D. Galakis, J. Morgenstern, M. Morgenstern, L. Morgenstern, and R. Morgenstern]

Advanced warning: Daryl and I are looking at September third or tenth for the wedding. Any of you have objections to being groomsmen? Except Ro and Dagny; you can be bridesmaids.

[ A series of Text Messages to A. Morgenstern ]

( In which I begin to wonder if Daryl's source should have been the Runaway Bride )

[ Locked to R. Morgenstern ]

We need to make more headway on the wedding if we wish for it to take place in this decade.

[ Text to K. West ]

I don't care that you are the Chief of Police and thus extremely busy. We are having dinner. Tonight. There is no way out of this.

[ Locked to M. Main ]

I'm collecting the files on the Night Terror's past victims in Seattle and looking for a pattern that in of itself can implicate Charlie.

[ 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.

Since I will be spending the foreseeable future dealing with the explosions that happened yesterday, I would like to kindly send a message to the individual responsible for them. The police do not agree with you that might equals right. Just because you can blow people you're not fond of sky high does not mean you should, if for no other reason than that the hammer of the law will strike down upon you with force.

Unpleasant business aside, I'm a relatively new resident of the area, and I'm curious if anyone knows a good magic shop in town. Or a good coffee shop, while you're at it.

I'd make a crack about the snow, but I think about a dozen people have already done that. So I won't waste anyone's time and get straight to the point. Name's Dagny Galakis, I'm new to Seattle, I'm looking for a job. Blah de blah de blah, I bet you guys all have heard this before. If anyone's hiring, I can give you a resume on demand. I've got work experience, so don't worry about having to show me how to turn a cash register on - I've got that covered.

Thanks in advance, chumps.

I'll be out of town for the next few days; I'm meeting Daryl out east. Then I'm moving with her to Bora Bora and never coming home If the lot of you could refrain from burning down the city, turning into crack heads, or inciting a mob of panty-less woman to rise up against you in the mean time, I'd appreciate that.

A few questions to pose to my new neighbors in Seattle.

1) Dog parks. Dean likes to socialize with the bitches. Where should I take him to get his doggy-mack on?

2) Just moved in to the Aubade. Anyone know a good running path to take? I'm looking to do 5 miles, minimum, so none of those pansy paths, please.

3) I'm so not cooking tonight. Restaurant recommendations, please. And if you're willing to accompany me, I'll give you a cookie.

Please and thank you-
J. Morgenstern

I don't normally do this, but does anyone know of any good bars around here, except for the irish pub on Main? Bumbling idiot spilled a drink  I got in a bit of trouble  he deserved it. I'm looking for a new place to spend my free nights at when I'm not working and my search isn't going that great.  Five dollars to whoever points me in a good direction.

[R. Morgenstern]

Orin sent me papers this morning.

We called off the wedding.

Sorry, I know you had great plans. I hope you're not angry.

[Delivered to V Anna via courier: The apartment title, in her name and fully paid, along with the page of the prenup that guarantees her monthly stipend should he ever break the contract. Additional documentation is included, which dissolves the contract, while leaving him responsible for something that is merely listed as expenses, which includes the driver, the maid, etc.]

[Locked to R Morgenstern]
Wedding's off. Be nice to Val. She's in a snit.

[Locked to T Brandon]
Want to tell me why you ain't trained this girl of yours, if she wants to learn?

[posted publicly Monday afternoon]

So. Anyone wanna go get a drink tonight? I'll buy.


[text to E. Pride]

He's gone, Eli.

[group text to everyone involved]

Meet in Bathos. 9pm. Starting at Edison. See where the night goes. If you don't show up, I will cry.

See you then!

[LOCKED: R. MORGENSTERN/V. ANNA/D. HOCKNEY]
omgosh must stop re-watching royal wedding footage Hello ladies! Daryl and Val, welcome to the wedding planning/brainstorming filter. I hope you don't mind.

Any progress on either of your fronts? I have to admit, weddings have been sorta on my mind lately. And TV and computer and omgomgomg I can't stop

[Locked to the Morgensterns]
Back in Aubade, for now. A, thanks for helping Hayley out for me. Ro, I'm impressed you haven't yelled at me yet. I'm real thankful, and I'll remember it come Jewish Christmas.

[Group email to A Main, H Radcliffe and W Lowell]
We all settling back into a normal life after the flood and the shooting, or do we have to get the girls to show some leg to the press to get things back to running smooth?

[Call to V Anna, from his office]
Ring

Might I ask if anyone has been contacted about building a bloody ark?

Is it safe to come out of my flat yet? Really, I had to climb down the back fire escape just to not be bothered by those ridiculous reporters and such when trying to get to work. I swear they didn't sleep for three days straight. I thought it was crazy back home, but here... I may have to take up smoking to clam my nerves, or my flat will run out of wine.

Also someone tried to mug me while I was sneaking back in that night of the shooting. Luckily I got out of it with only a bloody lip and the man was crying, what the hell is up with my ability?

And other than that Mask March, everything is normal once more? Or as normal as you Yanks can get?