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[locked to max m.]

Thanks.

[locked to jack c.]

I think you win for most creative gift.

[locked to dylan m.]

So, I got a PS4 for Christmas, but I don't know anyone out of high school who plays. What's your gamertag?

ETA: [locked to thomas b.]

She told me what you gave I said no dead p

Wren says you're coming to see the kids.

[Locked to Thomas B]
[Upon reception of this.]

What will it do?

[Thomas B]

They are beautiful.

[Tony S]

Were you trying to say something?

[Locked to Dylan M]
[After receiving these.] Preference?

[Locked to Thomas B]
Think you can ninja your way over here tonight? I need a sitter while she sleeps, and my regular is away.

[At the edges of a facility in Romania, tens of thousands of black pillar candles appear. No one enters or goes close to the facility, but the entire place is ringed with unlit black candles, which are left in the snow. They sit, undisturbed, a perfect circle more than a two miles' radius, until the next snowfall dusts them with specks of white.]

[This again?]

Speak up.

[Locked to Sharon C]
[After her last day of work. A link.] If you ever want to apologize with flowers, they're on the house, boss. Holding up alright?

[Locked to Thomas B]
Next time you sneak in while I'm sleeping, please tell your daughter that losing her nanny is not the end of life as we know it.

[Locked to Jack C]
If I waited for you to check-in, I'd be old and grey-er.

[Tony S]

Did you at least [The cursor flashes twice, but disappears.]

[Bruce B]

Please tell me you went to that Avenger version of Thanksgiving and left your apartment.

[Steve R]

Happy Thanksgiving, Captain. Belatedly, but there all the same.

[Thomas B]

I doubt very much you were over-indulgent, but was it a good Thanksgiving all the same?

Who: Thomas & Max
What: Visiting Amanda
Where: Max's place
When: Um. Earlier. But after the party.
Warnings/Rating: Thomas is pretty PG13, at most. Max might swears.
Note: Yes, both a log introduction AND a quicklog. Hahaha. There are no rules. It is anarchy. Anarchy I say.

[It's late. Or early, depending on your perspective.

Thomas doesn't use doors. He also doesn't appear to believe in shoes with soles, or clothes that are not gray and black. The trenchcoat doesn't look like urban camouflage up close, but it is; if he pulled up the gray hood of the sweatshirt under it, he'd practically disappear into the sidewalk. He decides not to wake Amanda up, and sits down instead on the stairs that lead up to her room, wearing a day's worth of stubble and a version of his flat expression that is closest to distraction. Needless to say, the cane is not in evidence. He does not expect anyone to be awake.]

[A reasonable hour. Ring.]

Who: Luke & Thomas
What: A visit.
Where: Brandon Shipping offices.
When: Nowish.
Warnings/Rating: IDK. Luke will probably swear at some point. Yes, Luke swears.

( This will be full of happiness and sunshine, I'm sure. )

[Same number, different number incoming. He chooses very late evening, at about 10:30 pm, so he doesn't interrupt dinner. He's a polite ninja assassin master like that. Ring.]

[Locked to Thomas B]
Manda's fine.

[Individually to: Dylan M, Gwen D, Luke H]
Alright?

[Public: anon]

The man at the end of the destroyed staircase: thank you.

[Tony S/Steve R/Bruce B: all in one]

No imminent hospital stays, confirm please.

[Locked to Steve R, Natasha R, and Sharon C individually]

You okay?


[Locked to Jack C]

Jackie?


[Call to this number from unlisted burner phone]

[Ring ring.]

[An envelope delivered by courier to Stark Tower is addressed to Mr. J. Barnes. The white sheet of paper has a telephone number on one side and the Russian word for "redemption" on the other. Ink is generic and black, ballpoint from any store. Paper is white business, sold in bulk all over the city. He leaves a fingerprint on there, just one, the fingerprint of a businessman long dead, one of the Soldier's early marks.]

[locked to thomas b.]

[After some cursor blinking. He keeps it simple.] Hi.

(She contemplates other methods, some more cryptic and some more coy, but really the Hotel provides a convenience, and why not be straight and to the point.)

[LOCKED: GWEN D/THOMAS B]
Hello.

[A number that is certainly not publicized, but is not necessarily unknown. What might be called "used previously and not disabled" number. A number for sale.

Ring.]

[Sent electronically to Gwen D]
[A list of potential clients. She has the ones she likes best marked with an asterisk.]

[Locked to Thomas B]
[Information on the old, retired military nanny she's just finished doing a background check on.] I can afford to get her a place across the hall, if any of what Dailey's looking at pans out. It'll be good to have it in place before Halloween.

[Locked to Lin A]
Update, kid.