Communications

>> Uh oh.
>> Guess where KimYe are honeymooning?
>> We should make sure your pub is safe.

Logan
>> You busy?
>> I need someone to kill me.

Kitty
>> So if I don't come back
>> you're my best friend.
>> Thanks.

Erik
>> I love you.

Christian Grey
>> If I die, I have a will drawn up
>> My lawyer Lo has it.

>>I have a question to ask you.
>> Don't panic.
>> Since I'm at your flat quite a bit, may I have a drawer to put some toiletries in?
>> I don't want you to freak out at random girlie things
>> but I also like brushing my teeth
>> and using yours would be disgusting.

>> I'm not going to work today
>> Don't need a lift home
>> Was ill most of the night.

(ooc: discussion of dubcon in the comments)

Hello, Ms. Membrane. I just wanted to make sure you got all the paperwork I sent over. I figure we can get the annoying bit out of the way now, so when the fancy strikes you to donate money somewhere, all you need to do is write a cheque for it. If you have any questions, let me know - C. Grey

>> When women want to get rid of a phone number
>> They bin it, right?
>> They don't put it in their handbag?

>> This is stupid but tell me you're safe.

>> At least Saint Pat's is on a Monday this year.
>> Speaking of, I'm cooking for you when you get off work.
>> Something to make you less homesick.

>> Ha ha.

>> You'd better be telecommuting.

(ooc: during this log.)

>> This is Christian Grey
>> Alyssa's in hospital.
>> They think her appendix ruptured.
>> In surgery now.
>> I've been waiting round for the results.
>> Tell anyone you think might need to know
>> But apparently her fucking mother is in Maui.

>> I am not fucking jealous!

Around 1PM, wrapped in the most nauseatingly cheerful Valentine's paper she could find, Alyssa sent Christian this bag with this wallet inside.

There's also a card attached.

I know you're about to get angry at this rather public gifting. But look at it this way: now that tosser in the office over will stop asking if you're gay and most people will leave you alone. Have a good Friday. -Alyssa

My name is Christian Grey. Alyssa Hamilton has mentioned that you're a close friend of hers, and I was wondering if you might be able to help me with a somewhat sensitive question.

To Christian:

>> Can't make the pub crawl tonight alas.
>> Logan thinks he's single and doesn't recognize Velma
>> So we're going to stay in and watch bad films and ignore that.
>> The OC does this sometimes, just goes utterly tits up.
>> You're still you, yeah?

To Scott:

>> Please tell me you're still sane.

To Damian:

>> Are you all right?

>> Don't come over tonight.
>> Something came up.

Why is there a bloody fruit basket on my doorstep signed N. Hamilton?