PARABOLICAL COMMUNICATIONS

We've kind of got a problem. Eve, you still outside?

I need an angel-proof room in twenty minutes. Please?

Tell Claire to meet us there.

Youre probably out doing something stupid as we speak but Dad says you're one of us. What do you think about that?

[ backdated to the morning of the 25th, following the events of this the night before. ]

A family emergency came up last night. Outside what's necessary to clear my schedule for the next week, you can take it all off as a bonus paid vacation. They're distant family, but I'm needed and they, well, they don't do well with strangers, so I can't bring an entourage of any kind.

I'm not sure how long this will actually take, but I'll be in touch.

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Left in the Kitchen of the Hyperion is three jugs filled with a clear liquid marked simply with the letter P. Liam has spent the last week brewing up some Poitin, and has left it for general consumption along with a note.

Go on and have a taste. It's real alcohol not like the rubbish you get from the English.

Liam.

[ooc: I have tasted this stuff it is essentially disgusting tastes like methylated spirits in a glass but gets one drunk remarkably quickly. He's made it to about 85% proof.]

( MMS )

This isn't sending a grownup, it's sending an angel 'cause I don't have any superpowers, okay?

Blond Claire says she's remembering but not even EVE remembers yet and she's a freaking ANGEL and whatever they did to them is probably magic, not a lobotomy, right, so she can't just heal up from it or they'd both have healed forever ago.

Can you check her brain to see if she's telling the truth without getting too close, so those Wolfram & Hart assholes can't do some magic mumbo jumbo on you? If something happens to you, I Grandma's not gonna know what to do. Megan will probably come out with four ears or something. You don't want Megan to look like a freak, right?

[ text to CLAIRE; ]

The goodies must be getting desperate. Feel like having some fun?

[ text to LILAH; ]

I'm going to have a surprise project in the works like, now, so can I get all the boring paperwork rushed without telling you exactly what's up other than the dogooders done in? I kinda want to keep it a surprise for you.

Long day and I'm all kinds of bored. Meet me,

where are you?

Give me one good reason why I shouldn't hit Sam the Fake Watcher. One. Because I've got nothing.

[ Since only crazy people name their twins the same thing, Claire is going to be Sandra, 'Sandy' more typically used. ]

Mom. I can see those assholes' filtered posts. What the fuck?

Breakfast in bed including;
• bacon
• eggs
• pancakes
• maple syrup
• freshly squeezed orange juice
• tea

With a card: In case you aren't over the sugar crash yet. I love you. J x

You busy?

Putting whatever else aside, You and me need to talk Bachelorette. Any ideas?

What are you doing after closing time at the shop tonight?

Hey, you busy?

Hey.

[ morning of the 6th ]

they were talking about harmony on tv

Can you help me with something?

• A dozen chocolate chip cookies

• Note:

Call me if you need me, for anything. At any time.
~Faith

Spikey,

They want me to go to New York, there's a whole campaign and I said okay cause, y'know, money shoes and Broadway. You be careful okay, and keep away from Slay-bitch, she's bad for you and I will tell the world how much!

I'll miss yooouuu!

Harm.

[ooc: Yes I know there was plan staking but I need to drop some like last week and mighty mod has asked me to not kill Harm just yet as she has fiendish plans for next year, that Harm would be useful for so she will be back and staking can go ahead then]

[ backdated to after the texts and threads with the information ]

I need [ list of books in the Hyperion ] for research on and preparations for the inside of another dimension, one of the 'holding dimensions' of Wolfram & Hart. If I promise to guard them with my life and bring them back, may I come and get them?

She's in one of their dimensional holding cells.

[sent late afternoon of the 3rd]

Busy again?

That can't have been easy, any of it with her?

How are you?

Jaenelle's security didn't taper off. The web was deliberately tampered with.

I assume I don't need to tell you what the plan is.

It seems to have worked, she didn't realise nothing and no one would make me lie to you ever again.

Things got pretty raw but if it helps...

[Time and place Ruby specified]

Lilah will be there. Want to be there or shall I bring her to you?

Tell me how to help. Whatever it is you need, whatever I can do, just let me help. Please.

Still focusing on her breathing to keep the pounding sensation in her head at the back of her mind, Clary had braced herself against a wall after she had located Cathy's cell phone on the floor. It wasn't hard to find Lindsey's number as she pushed the speed dial button and placed the phone to her hear. "Come on, Mr. McDonald, pick up, pick up."

*A Reasonably large box addressed as follows*

To the mini bats, and Bats as well I suppose, promise its nothin that'll explode or poison you or poison you and then explode...that'd actually be kinda fun to...aw nevermind

Anyway you all needed some cheering up and I always say you gotta laugh more so...

Enjoy!

Harl.

PS: You're alright...all of you, even sulky mac mini Bat

*Inside the box is a range of homemade and actually reasonably tasty cookies, some chocolate some not all with smiley faces in white icing with black outline on them

I'm arriving in your living room in five minutes, give or take two. Are you going to be there/coming back to your place at all tonight, or should I take Reb like Cathy asked?

I'm sorry...I saw... I'm honestly truly sorry.

I should have said something to her, gone back but...I can't Lindsey

I expect you feel rather dreadful right now. I don't know all of what that was...but with Eve mentioned...

Would you like to talk? Or not talk and...knit or something, we could knit. I've heard its a calming activity

[ooc: midmorning 23rd]

Been thinking about putting a safe room in the backyard, underground like a root cellar, so it's big enough for everybody. Think you might be around and interested in helping with something like that?

If you're reading this, I got a one way ticket back to the land of decent music, technology that doesn't bore me to tears, and best of all, MY ROOM. I've really liked being here with you, and it will be really good for laughs and blackmail when I get home. I LOVE you all, even you boys that are too good for chick flicks.

Sammy, give em hell. I'm glad you're back, you have no idea how good of a big brother you are, especially in the future when I've had fourteen sixteen years to get you wrapped around my little finger. When I show up in a few months, hide all those frilly lacy dresses and all things pink, they make me look like a pumpkin.

Faith, Claire, you're going to make some awesome sisters in law someday. I apologize for all of the crazy crap my brothers are going to do over the years, they're really the biggest dorks in the world, but they love you, I know that for a fact. Be patient with them, be prepared to hide the tickets for all the chick flicks we're going to see so they don't give you crap...just be there. I know those two are a pain in the ass but they're my brothers and they need you.

Dean, I don't even know what to say to you. You're as big of a mess now as you are in the future. Stay that way. I like you that way, and if you ever changed, I think it would be a sign of the end of the world.

Midget Nephew Ben, good luck surviving your dad. Just remember when your awesome Aunt Megan shows up soon that I'm the one in charge. You're adorable. Oh, and in a few years when you get the Impala? Take my word for it, go slow on 9th street or you'll be working all summer to pay off your tickets.

Cas, thank you. Just...thank you so much for everything. You're the best godfather a girl could ask for. Without you, I'd be in a whole lot more trouble than I get into now. You're my hero, really. I'd give you advise, but you don't need it. You always knew when to be there, when to let me get myself out of messes, when to tell Dad and Mom and when to let me slide. You're pretty much awesome, and I bet you'll be there waiting for me with that patiently annoyed look when I get back. I can't wait.

Mom, Dad, you know I love you both. Remember how kick ass I turn out to be in the future whenever I get on your nerves as a midget, ok? You two are the best parents ever, and if I could show you how great things turn out in the future, I would. I love you, it's gonna be ok.

Don't forget about me, I'll see you soon, in a slightly smaller, louder package.

[OOC: Megan prepared a note similar to this not long after she came to LA, and has redrafted it several times for a 'just in case' scenerio. It is resting under her alarm clock, and anyone entering her room after she's gone will easily see it. ETA Cas because I suck at memory! Do not blame Megan :p ]

[ text to Allana; ]

Don't know how much time we've got. When you get back, you tell me - that me - to take care of you or I'll find a way to reach through time and break his fucking neck.

[ text to Ruby; ]

No time to be anything but a fucking chick flick. You'll do it, everything we've said and more. I believe in you.

I'm going home. Soon. A few minutes maybe. I just know, I felt it. I'm here with mom saying goodbye but I won't get to you in time. Thanks, for giving me a chance, dad. Maybe you'll see me again, maybe you won't, just don't forget the awesomeness that could be me annoying you for a good chunk of your life. I'll miss you.