Repose

[The poor owl has a bit of a difficult time finding Adrian, though she eventually does find him. Strapped to her leg are four or five books, magically lightened. There's a book of simple charms and jinxes, simple transfiguration, basic potions, and a bit of magical theory. Some have notes, others appear untouched. They're old and likely a bit out of date, but, as far as foundations go, one could do worse. There's no note, but the interior cover of each book bears a nameplate with Newt's name.]

[Adrian M]

Hey

[Jamie M]

What you doing?

[It is delivered to Ren's place of business, since Patrick does not have an address. The letter arrives at the coffee shop in an envelope, addressed to Adrian March, c/o Ren Solitaire. Inside, in Patrick's familiar scrawl:]

My bro,

I am old-fashioned, as you know, and therefore am writing this on paper and with a pen. I wanted to let you know that I am returning to Arborlon. There is something I did not take care of there that must be taken care of definitively before I can return to life here to build a life. I expect Newt will come with me, though that choice will be his to make. I would have come to see you, but you are inside a trunk, dude, and perhaps I did not wish to have a bad interaction with you before returning home. This does not mean I expect bad things to occur, but one never knows.

Take care of yourself until I return,
your bro.

[Written on the outside, a note to Ren:]

Ren, take care of him, man. - P.

[Holly NW]

How's married life?

[Adrian M]

Hey, man. You doing okay since the whole forum thing?

[Ren S]

Spamalot cravings done?

[Alex W, Billy K, separately]

Hey man.

[Locked to Newt P]
[He has been out contemplating work options. From the Capital:] Spare a moment for me, my man.

[Locked to Adrian M]
Still incarcerated, bro?

WHO: Ren Solitaire & Adrian March
WHEN: Shortly following this.
WHERE: Ren's apartment, and then inside the case.
SUMMARY: These two disasters are back together again.
WARNINGS: With these two honestly who knows? I'll note/lock if necessary.

( The magic around it was something he could feel. )

[Locked to Adrian M]
[At the tail end of this.]

hey.
get your ass over here.

Hello Dietre.

[locked to patrick g]

Did you hear about Destiny?

[locked to ren s]

I think I'll be out soon. In the next day or so.

[Locked to Iris M+Manning T+Misha B]
You are alive?

[Locked to Adrian M]
Hello, Adrian March.

[Locked to Leena B]
Hello.

[It starts real quiet and real slow, but Adrian's minders, they take to talking 'bout the benefits of letting Adrian out, of watching him in an environment that ain't the cell he's been confined too. Course, there are a whole lot of discussions 'bout liability and whether it's worth the risk Adrian would pose out there in the world. The heated discussions turn, real slow and, seemingly, natural, and decisions are finally made to give it a go. They reckon it's safe 'nough, valuable 'nough, as long as Adrian wears the injector and GPS, and they convince themselves they can get to him real easy and quick, should he have another incident. In the name of science, they start obtaining all the necessary signatures to release Adrian as a new project, one with a yet to be determined designation.]

[Claire J]

Hi Claire. It's been a while.

[Destiny S]

Hi Destiny. I was wondering if you were still in town. Patrick said he hadn't heard from you either.

[Locked to Adrian M]
Bro.

[Locked to Lou R]
Are you involved in this latest drama?

[Individual locks: Destiny S, Marta F]
What have I missed, my dudes?

[Locked to Aubrey R]
How many hikers have you lost in my absence?

[Adrian M]

[After hearing nothing.] Kid.

[Public]

Got to say. For the record? Glad I didn't get caught up in this one. I'm not musical.

[Newt P]

My turn to check in. You heard from Adrian, much?

[ETA: Dietre A]

Hey kid. Heard from Adrian?

[Mental (Adrian/Sue)]

[He's planning on posting on the forums, but he checks, on a whim, and realizes that Adrian ain't at home. So, 'stead of writing, he pokes at them, and he waits on an answer.]

You can think on back at me. No one will be able to tell.

[After all the festivities.]

[Locked to Adrian M]
Adrian?

[Locked to Marta F]
Hello, Marta.

[Locked to Misha B]
Hello.

[Locked to Ren S]
Ah, hello.

[As suspected, it was only a matter of time. A concerned (re: freaked out) citizen brings the contents of a public post on the forums to the attention of the police, who refer her complaint to the Facility. Later that afternoon, Adrian March leaves his house with a group of four men and women in plainclothes, gets into a van with a bag of personal belongings, and drives away. He does not return.]

( general status and containment for subject march, adrian )

Thanks to all who came out and supported community theatre last week.

[Crew & cast]

I can't really thank any of you enough for the work you put in to make the show a success, so thanks, and come try out again for the next one. There will be less dancing and singing probably, but it's still gonna be a good time.

[Adrian M.]

Do How was your week?

[Claire J.]

Do you have time for a movie night?

This is your reminder to come see a play this weekend. There's dancing and singing and ridiculousness.

[Hannah S.]

A) You are doing kind of amazing on the play and B) we haven't talked for a while.

[Cast & Crew of Spamalot]

Last week here - Let's do this.

[Public: as anon]

[At three am.]

A person will die of starvation slower than lack of sleep. Starvation takes weeks.