Musings

[Call to V Anna]
[As soon as she picks up.] We're having sex all over Seattle. Don't bother with underwear. Be ready at 8.

[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!

[Locked to O. Monarch]

Okay, so I know you're famous. But I didn't know you were that famous.

[Sent Thursday (6/16) morning, around 8 o'clock.]

[ E-mail to O. Monarch ]

Mr. Monarch,

Everything went fine last night. The room worked. Will didn't change, no one was hurt. [...] But he's still in no condition to come into work today. And I'll be late. I [...] promised Evie I'd help her with some father's day [...] thing for her dad.

- Hayley

[ Text to B. Sablier ]

Don't rent out my room. I didn't leave, something just came up [...] at work.

[A day or so after the party.]

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

I trust that everyone made it through the Masque alive, if not with their dignity intact?

[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: G. DAILEY/O. MONARCH, M. MAIN, J. CORVUS] (separately)
A small and late head’s up that someone we know has picked up a comm.

[ISOLATED COMM CHANNEL: ORACLE/MISFIT]
Misfit? It’s Oracle. Are you going on patrol anytime soon?

[LOCKED: ANONYMOUS/D. WALLACE] (using the ‘computer’ icon)
I believe someone told you to expect me.

[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]

[ E-Mail to O. Monarch ]

Is it just me, or is Will starting to act funny? Full moon's next week, did you guys talk about a plan at all?

[ Text to E. Sablier ]

I feel like I'm on Animal Planet.

[ Note for W. Lowell ]
[ The note is written in black sharpie with yellow highlighter and purple sharpie accents. The letters are big blocks, with a smiley face accent at the end. ]

RELAX

[Underneath, in thin pen-script.]

You look tense, sugar.

[ Text to V. Anna ]
[Hayley kept Val's number after the Batman Catastrophe in case of an emergency. This isn't an emergency, but that's okay.]

Ms. Anna, it's Hayley. Just checking to see how you're doing. Again, let me know if I can help you with anything.

[ Text to R. Maheu ]

So how does it feel to be in the real world again, sugar?

[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.

[Oracle & Arrow]

I need a new comm for a new kid in town.

[Locked to E Rex-Wood]
Free for lunch on Wednesday? Figure we could sit down with a friend of mine and chat a spell.

[Voicemail left for V Anna]
Sending a car for you Wednesday, 'round 11:30 for lunch.

[Email to W Lowell]
Well, old man?

Looking for a roommate on the internet should be totally safe, right? Right?

I ask because I saw that movie/documentary/whathaveyou about the craiglist killer recently, and it kinda freaked me out.

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.

[During the bomb scare at the Mall, just as the other bombs go off.]

[Open Comm]
[Angrily.] I know it's still light out, but we got problems, folks. Someone needs to go get us that damn doll the news is going on about at that shopping center, and we need to see if we can get anything off the damn bombs at the houses around town. Body count would be nice, too. In case we aren't all pissed off enough.

[After this]

Okay, guys. I don't know how many of you are proficient in the internets, but the Weatherman isn't backing down. He found the Bodysnatcher and it's not looking good. As much as I hate to agree with the thieving douchebag, we need to take the Weatherman out. I can handle the weather and still stay mobile, so point me and shoot. Who's got an idea on how to find him?

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.

[ Open Vigilante Comm ]

[The comm is sent out Friday afternoon, immediately after this (though pictures and videos will probably hit the internet soon). Spidey keeps his voice as nonchalant as ever, but his breathing is heavy, and he sounds a bit more forced than usual. He's shaken up, but doesn't want anyone to know, and is inspecting his wounded leg as he speaks.]

Hey, morning glories. I've got two stories for you. Say "one" for updates on the Weatherman, and "two" for what will probably be on the news within the next few days.

[ Locked to Z. Zaldana ]
[Forum post sent from the Anon account using the Spidey icon.]

Hey, beautiful. If you liked my first present, you'll love this second one. I always heard that chicks dig puppies.

[ Locked to D. Wallace ]
[Forum post sent from the Anon account using the Spidey icon.]

The Weatherman was the victim of Creation-caused crime. Someone body-snatched or mind-controlled him. He thinks this same person abducted someone, a girl named Wren or R. Maheu. He thinks freezing Seattle will get this person to come clean.