Musings

[ Both of these messages are sent this morning from an account named "M. Caulfield." ]

[ Private to R. Dawson ]

Hello Ruby. I'm Mike Caulfield, friend of Jack. Jack contact this morning, say wants you taken care of. Here to help. Can bring meals, give groceries. Live in Hamartia 505, downstairs one floor. Can give phone number at work, contact whenever need. Please tell favorite food, allergies.

-Mike


[ Private to E. Keeling ]

Need favor. Have second mouth to feed again. Friend need help. Take home extra meal?

( things left behind, things taken )

Has anyone in Hamartia lost a cat? I found one in the stairwell when I came back from The Magic Store today. [Posted here is a picture of a white cat. It looks like this one, but a little more scruffier.]

Have you decided whether or not you're going to this dinner tomorrow night?

There is something fucked up going on around here. Any ideas why this time?

[locked to M. Barnes]
I can't hear if you're outside, and I don't want to leave my room. Are you okay?

[FILTER TO: JACK CORVUS]

Hey. How are you holding up?

The elevator in Hamartia is always out of order, isn't it?

It's such a shame city air is so vile, and that Seattle is foggy and damp all the time.

Anyway, I'm pretty new to town and really don't want to make new friends, but I should and I was wondering if anyone knows a good place to get your hair done. Great Clips destroyed my hair. My girl-fro went from mildly controllable to impossibly crazy. Also, I accidentally won two tickets to the Seattle Seahawks game against the Saints. Anyone want them?

[Private to J. Ignace]
Lunapie, can you please stop "doing science" with my conditioner? It's expensive, and if you bring up the fact that you pay for it, I'll walk out and never buy groceries again.

I got a job! It's a 9-5 desk job, malo para mi concentración but better than nada. I start Monday.

Sooo apparently its my turn to bear that happy burden of locking up. Excitement can hardly be contained. Meet me at the Geek desk when you get off?

sent via my iPhone(tm)

Is it normal for people to leave food on your doorstep here? This did not happen in Detroit.


[FILTER: J. CORVUS]
Do you have a girlf know where the two pies came from?

[OOC: Added after this.] Um, nevermind. Who's Cherrie?

[A picnic basket is left in front of the door. Inside is an apple pie, covered with cheesecloth, and beneath it is tupperware filled with shepherd's pie. There is no note.]

Word from the top: briefing at Castle at 1530.

sent via my iPhone(tm)

[the morning after the Masquerade]

How many of you disgraced yourselves last night, kittens? It looked like almost everyone took a turn in the Mezzanine from where I was standing! I'm a full advocate for stress-relief, but that hardly seems the way to go for most of you.

Masks aren't for the party they're for the dead.

God I can't believe she is fucking making me do this. . .

So my sister has been bugging me about introducing myself on this stupid thing. I don't get what the fucking point is, but let's get this over with.

I'm Meredith Barnes.

[. . . ]

If you say one word about my name I will bash your head in.

There, I introduced myself, happy Hazel?

Things that I have: $10 and a pack of trident gum and my skateboard.

Things that I don't have: a place to stay , any idea where Jack and a job.

So, how do we remedy this situation, folks?