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Someone killed a bunch of selkies. They're all over the beach.

HPD? Someone? What should I do?

FILTERED TO McCALL'S & DELGADO'S:

If each of you could make a point to come visit out here over the next few weeks, I'd appreciate it. In fact, even better if you bring me lunch like old times.

FILTERED TO HALE'S:

In the interest of sharing, because I doubt Peter is going to jump at it anytime soon...

Looks like Baby Hale is going to have a cousin following a few short months behind.

Terribly, terribly sorry for the power outage earlier! Little mistake, easily rectified.

Alright, who is helping me knock over a bank?

I've obtained employment in a flower shop. It's certainly not what I was expecting, but I find greeting people very agreeable. And being among all these fresh, beautiful things is really lovely as well. London did its best with Hyde Park but there's nothing quite like the scent of roses whenever you walk through the door.

[ Filtered to Lord Whittermore ]

I apologize for how plainspoken I am about to be, but I have wrestled with this and any casual familiarity with your intentions would ring of falsehood.

There was talk of uniting our families back home, and while it would have made a great deal of sense, and while I would be honoured to be part of your illustrious family and a helpmate to you in the ensuing years, it makes less sense here. I confess to an interest in seeing more of this world, and I worry that our mutual desire to please our families may obscure our personal romantic indifference to one another. I care about you very much as a friend, Lord Whitermore, and I hope that I'm not out of place when I say that I think you care about me too, but if we were to marry I would wish to be less distracted. I cannot promise my full dedication, Lord Whittermore, not with my current frame of mind. You deserve nothing less than that.

I realize that we're edging very close to a holiday that heralds love above all over, and that my timing is unfortunate, but I couldn't bear the thought of leading you on or giving you false hope. I need to know where your intentions stand, and more importantly, that you will not think ill of me for raising the suggestion that we agree to remain friends and nothing more.

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[ Filtered to Steampunk Ladies ]

...I believe I just -- to use the modern word -- "dumped" Lord Whittermore two days before Valentines Day. I am a terrible woman.

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I'm missing four books from my personal library. We've had a steady stream of visitors in the last few weeks, so if you took something, I'd appreciate you letting me know. I can't promise good behavior if you're a chronic folder-of-pages, but otherwise, keep them until you're finished.



Apparently it doesn't go without saying, so I'll spell it out here: I'm done. Fighting off zombies for two years has a way of putting things in perspective; hostile takeovers are so very yesterday. I don't care about alpha politics, I don't want to play go-between for any pack wars, and I'm not going to be stirring up trouble.

You're of course free to hate my guts, and I'm free to consider you simple. But the puppet spell's on, and worry about what I'm doing is wasted. I've clocked out.

Superbowl Sunday, my place, everyone's invited, even if you're a Pats fan. Bring food/beer if you want; I'll have some stuff, but not enough for a crowd.

Supernatural apocalypse, keep it together until Monday, I beg of you.

I'm still not convinced that the fairies had nothing to do with this.