ic notes and random gab

[Filtered to those who attended Lucius's meeting]

Darlene... My sister. She's missing. I think we might have a mole.

Someone has to have told the Ruler or someone working under them. How many other people have gone missing all at once? Something's going on... And we need to find out what.

I am looking for residence in Everdale. For those who reside there already, how do you like living there?

There is a property for sale not far from the Enchanted Gardens. Arcturus, would you like to accompany me in taking a tour of it?

[Scorpius]
What does your schedule look like tomorrow, Scorpius? Care to meet me for tea?

[Cassi]
I am sorry I have been quiet these last several days. After my meeting at Blackwood Manor, I noticed a heavier presence of security in my neighborhood. Perhaps it is coincidental but I did not want to reach out until I felt it was safe. I hope you are well.

[Castiel]
As I walked along the shore today, I saw a hermit crab eating a coconut. I imagine, in addition to the carnivorous terrors you mentioned before, there are also peaceful vegetarians. Thought it would interest you.

[Elliot & Harry Lockhart]
This is a protected line for our conversation. I would like to speak more on acquiring information from Centurion Square. You both seem to have the greatest knowledge on how to break in. Before I call another general meeting, where I wish to recruit only the serious activists in our mission, I hoped to speak with you both about our plans of action. What would be the best way to acquire private information from the officials in the square?

[Other interested protesters/spectators]
I regret to say that the authorities have been keeping an eye on me, which explains my sudden silence. However, concerns are still present over the situation of disappearances. Another meeting will be announced soon. Keep your eyes peeled.

How can people bask in the red and pink polluting the streets when all of our loved ones go missing? With no explanation.

My wife is gone and no explanation whatsoever was given. An offering of holiday cheer to blind us from the mysterious departures that occur on a regular basis... The holiday season is long gone and I wonder what other glimmering gift they will hope to use as a distraction?

I am done being cordial. Something must be done.

Anyone in agreement is encouraged to meet me at Blackwood Manor tonight at 10 o'clock.

According to the weather, the snow is out to get us, which might just happen before we're all forced to submit to a bird with bad fashion taste.

Supposing it's wisest to stay in and mind the weather and the threats of domination, but I'm a wee bit on the bored side and'd rather get knackered. Who's in for a 'round to the pub? Plus side, we get too snowed in and there's no better place to fortify for a bit, yeah?

It seems there needs to be a change around here. It's what you mortals crave.

You may wonder who I am and that's natural. I am Hela, the Goddess of Death, and rightful heir to the throne of Asgard as Odin's firstborn. My rule doesn't have to end at Asgard. It can and will extend to Midgard as well. If you do not wish to serve me then you're welcome to see just what Hel has to offer. It's my realm as well.

Don't think of me as unkind. Far from it. I'm fair and kind in my ways. To me, all are equal. I deny none the embrace from the Goddess of Death.

Now, kneel.

Who in their right minds ever decided pink and red go together? Walking by half these stores makes my eyes feel like they wanna bleed.

Hello, my name is Sherlock Holmes and you may call me Sherlock Holmes. Or Sherlock. Liberties taken beyond those specific instructions will be met with willful ignorance, consider yourselves adequately warned. I am officially open for business, which is simple: you have a mysterious problem and I'll solve it. If your problem is merely stupid or a result of your own stupidity, please do not consider yourself a welcome client as I am prone to shooting things that bore me and anyone who knows me will attest to that. But I don't believe anyone who can is here. Goodbye for now.
- SH

Okay, last night was insane. I barely remember it...

Merry Christmas y’all!

The Wonky Donkey will be open tonight for y'all that need a place to go or don't celebrate. Special prize for those that ride the bull tonight - get more than 8 seconds an' you'll get a special body shot, complete with whipped cream. ;D If ya wanna find out more, you'll have ta come on by!

[Private to the Kingsman]

So I have a lil gift back from home. Got that umbrella from the Doomsday Vault. Y'all welcome to come on by and see it. S'got the Statesman emblem right on it. An' I still got some Statesman Whiskey bottles with the Kingsman emblem on it.

Well hell hey y'all!

Guess who's got a bar opening tomorrow night? This cowboy, that's who!

Name's Tequila! An' just like the liquor, I'll go down just as smooth on ya. Now y'all should come on down to my bar in Ravenmoore, The Wonky Donkey, if y'all like a good time. Good food, good drinks, an' we got a bucking bull. You stay on that bad boy for 8 seconds, you get a free shirt and drink. Stay on there for 12 seconds, you get a drink on me. 16 seconds means body shots for everyone in the bar.

Only the winner gets to lick the salt off of me though.

An' I'd like to thank the lil doctor over in Summerbridge for curin' me right up. Lil lady, just remember next time I get to give you an injection.

Not my holiday, and you all can do as you like in terms of random celebratory feasts, because there's rarely a bad time for that sort of thing, yeah? I understand liking to have a proper reason and all. But somebody needs to explain the phenomenon that is marshmallows atop sweet potatoes.

The bloody fuck is that and why? They're already sweet.

Introductions.

I don't usually do these sorts of things. It's like social media. It's never been a part of my life that I've ever wanted to interact with. But then again, I usually keep to myself.

Guess I should tell you something about myself. I'm a Cyber Security Engineer. My name is Elliot and I'm new here. I haven't even started my first day of work yet. So far I've just been sorting everything, moving in to my new place. I figured, new start, maybe try something new. So here I am. Speaking to you, wondering where we go from here.

The Autumn Concert was lovely; I do wish such performances were held more often. The convenience of recorded music is wonderful, but it simply sounds better when played on a real instrument.

I will not be in attendance at Decadence this weekend so that would be a fine time to try to get away with something.

[Young Mr. Arcturus]
Delivery: One simple row boat.

[Vick]
You will be coming with me on my journeys, poppet.

Silence is so boring after a while, and I have spent far too long in silence.

I have spent some time in quiet observation. As fascinating as this place is, it is a pity that you all seem to somehow drag your human trivial problems with you, proudly displaying them like strutting peacocks. Such pretty things, such short lives... And yet you waste what little time you have with meaningless, mundane debates, tedious interests and fuel your dulled brains with mediocrity. The affairs of humanity are hardly of interest to me, not really. Why should they? But here we are...

Preya...

I know some of you chose to come here. Some of you did not. This place, unlike it's residents, is quite interesting... Very interesting indeed. I should quite like to call it my own.

Now, after all that, do I really need to introduce myself?

( Recorded message )

[Miss Cassiopeia Black]

Miss Black,

My deepest regrets for being unable to attend your Halloween party. I was quite looking forward to the event and only the most unforeseen of circumstances kept me away. I hope you accept my sincere apologies.

Regretfully,
Mordecai Roberts

I'm not precisely a stranger to a lost weekend - work and play can both become very engrossing - but I seem to have missed all the Halloween festivities which is a shame. At least I'm in time for Bonfire Night.

Hello, darlings. Lucifer here with a spooktacular opportunity. On Halloween night, I will throw open the doors to Decadence for any and all who wish to enjoy the festive occasion with the rich and beautiful. If they come after seeing this. All you need for entrance is twenty dollars and a costume. This is definitely not a night to come as you are, but as you wish you were.

I'm going to regret this.

Is it Wednesday already? Last I knew it was Sunday. Sign of a good time, lengthy blackouts. The half dozen pairs of legs I had to detangle myself from was another indication.

Never mind. Tell me what you're up to, darlings.

[Text to Jim Moriarty]

›› I've got it.