Communications

[Texts to Killian]
>> Can I ask you something?
>> Yes, I know I just did
>> I mean another something besides asking if I can ask
>> It's probably nothing
>> I just...
>> I'm probably overthinking

>> You've seemed a bit off lately, it's got me thinking you need something
>> Perhaps flapjacks and then to annihilate the competition in the sand sculpting contest with your brother
>> It wouldn't even have to be a sandcastle
>> How about a sandpub?
>> We'll show them how the Irish do it

( texts to bubba jones )

( texts to birkhoff )

( texts to bobodacious )

( texts to hot nerdpants aka birkhoff )

( texts to bubba jones )

( Phone calls to Killian, Spencer and Elijah )

>> Hey...can I ask you a personal question?

( texts to max travelyan )

( texts to killian )

( Texts to Audrey )

( Texts to Hades )

( Texts to Regina & Killian )

>> Alright, should we be discussing this infernal holiday known as Thanksgiving?
>> I've got a stout to go with pumpkin pie, a red wine for turkey, and a dark rum that pairs best with sweet potatoes
>> So we're mostly set
>> Why not just have dinner at our place, to celebrate a bloody massacre of this fine nation's indingeous people?

( Texts to Killian Jones )

( Texts to Anna )

( Texts to Hannah Washington )

( Texts to Audrey )

( Texts to Regina & Killian )

Got a little something authentic for you, mate. From Boston.

Or I suppose it's for your colleague, Caleb, and you either purposely left out that you're one and the same or you've got a split personality. Either way, quite intriguing.

>> We're having a Halloween party at the shelter next Saturday.
>> If you don't have any plans, I'd love it if you could come.
>> The kids are all invited as well.
>> And everyone is encouraged to dress up, but it's not mandatory.

( Email from Kanan Jarrus to Killian Jones )

( PM to Killian Jones. )

( texts to kitiara )

( texts to grantaire )


( texts to regina )

( texts to bo and lara )

( texts to birkhoff )

( texts to bubba jones )

[after this]

( texts to birkhoff )

( texts to hawke )

( Text to Killian Jones  )

» As distasteful as I find this, and by this I don't mean your profession, I mean my issue
» I need to hire your skills.
» To stalk my brother specifically.

» At least it's not a cheating spouse, hmm?

( Texts to Killian Jones )

( Texts to York )

( Texts to Matt Murdock )

( Texts to Asami )

( Texts to Killian )

>> I'm going to be out 'til who knows when, got a few late-night meetings
>> But I stopped in a hole-in-the-wall place for plantains, for a quick bite, before the next and thought of you
>> There's something I need to go over, about the trip to Kentucky

>> Finally called my birth mom.
>> Things went better than I expected.
>> Thank you again, Killian.

>> I need a vacation from this place
>> It got worse

>> I meant to do this sooner.
>> I don't know if any of you are aware, but there is a woman around who looks like Maleficent.
>> I ran into her a few weeks ago and considering I'd only just dreamt about her returning to life, I was pretty freaked out at first.
>> She says her name is Pam, so I don't think she's actually Maleficent.
>> Thought I'd give you guys a heads up, unless you already know.

( baby shower invitation )

>> Got a surprise for you, love
>> Found a couple more leads in New York
>> Perhaps some CIA fuckwits with drug cartels in their back pockets
>> You might be familiar with them

( Texts to Killian )

Guess what I did! Come on then, I'll give you three guesses. Three shots to get right to the heart of the matter!

Ooh, I very nearly spoiled it.

Alright, two more guesses but no more hints. Except that consider it my way of thanking you for ensuring my wolf's blood and dragon scales delivery was completely botched. It's just as well. If you want something done right, you've got to do it yourself.

[this is after angry memes and emojis and more capslock texts and selfies that involve plant threats]

>> IF YOU DON'T COME HOME RIGHT NOW
>> MY TOES ARE GOING IN PEANUTBUTTER

Considering they no longer need my mother's corpse for investigative purposes, I can with absolute certainty say we'll be holding funeral services Friday evening at [location]. Closed casket, and we'll be cremating the remains. Don't feel obligated to come, but if you do, I'm going to politely ask no white lillies are brought. I'll only say that once.

There'll be scotch, but please refrain from vomiting everywhere. Unless it's on the wealthy Amell relatives that are flying in. You can vomit on them.

Do you have a moment? I feel as though I need to talk with someone.

Your friend had me get intel on who took you and where. I presume you're back safely by now?

How about I give you some tips, straight from someone who has been acquainted with those sorts and general piracy shady business for awhile, in case it happens again? Let's hope it won't, but here you just never know.

>> I give up on my lawn
>> There's always something dead on it
>> Someone freed rabid primates from the zoo

( texts to Midna )

( PM to Killian Jones )

( texts to swan )

( texts to gigi )

( left on the table for Killian )


( texts to Bobo )

( texts to Birkhoff )

( texts to Henry )

Of COURSE, for my fucking birthday--

As official bearer of crap news when it comes to all things Enchanted Forest/Storybrooke, they conveniently started up again, graced with the presence of the new Dark One. All I know is that we do manage to hop realms to find her (and take Granny's diner with us, because that's somehow crucial), and there's a third curse enacted, I suppose. Complete with another set of memory swiping so we'd forget the past six weeks. We're in Arthurian clothing, and Emma the Dark One is vengeful for one reason or another.

I'm tempted to force myself to sleep more to see if anything else comes to me, because having teasers has me mad enough to break my keurig.

>> I finally have got a lead on how to save Kenzi
>> But I could use your help
>> Please

First off, sorry for the radio silence I got lost in the fog, my communication devices weren't working and have been fighting monsters the past few days.

Secondly, I dreamed about Kenzi's illness. It was caused by poison from a basilisk. So. We need a basilisk to get a sample from. Now it just rests on the chances of a basilisk being here in Orange County. I'm ready to start searching everywhere and stab the shit out of anything that looks like a basilisk to help save Kenzi. I'm not too late, right? She's still alive? She better still be ali

Kenzi's in the hospital, if anyone's wondering where I am, or she is. I don't plan to leave for awhile - at least not until they figure out what's wrong with her. She's sick, some kind of illness, we don't know.

And it looks like you could cut that fog with a knife. So no one else end up in there either, hm?

>> Back from New York
>> Did I miss anything while I was gone?
>> My houseboat is still standing and the garden isn't a spectacular failure but otherwise

( Nate Summers )

( Killian Jones )

>> How appropriate that you've begun to dream
>> The odd-looking sea creature swimming around the houseboat, that I caught a glimpse of this morning, can't be a coincidence, can it?

>> By the way, I survived the flight to New York and this hotel is godawful
>> What sort of establishment overbooks guests and then forces them to share a room

>> You'd be absolutely tickled to know my mother Cora found out someone was digging up old bones
>> A letter came from her in the mail today

( texts to gigi )

( texts to swan )

( texts to frost )

( texts to bubba jones )

( texts to bobo dennis )

( texts to s. birkhoff )

( texts to her majesty queen mctits )

( texts to robin )

( texts to captain guyliner )

( texts to emma, our lady savior )