March 2014




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Mar. 24th, 2014



Some time after this, without needing Lin to go through the door: [Locked to Mouse]

No, sister.

Mar. 21st, 2014


[Cheshire Cat]

[Left for Cat]

[In one of their hiding places in the woods, the oldest one, the one that swirls back down and down, all the way to little mouse and little cat. There, and after she sees the activity in Louis' post, this. The cover bears a metal label that reads: Property of Rutledge Asylum.]

Mar. 19th, 2014



[As Finnick O]

Let's do a poll. Favoured victor for this year's games?

Mar. 18th, 2014



[for those with paper journals, the entire post is written in over-sized letters with what looks to be either a very thick pencil or a massive crayon. for those using electronic devices, the entire post is in 32pt comic sans. that is also bright pink. it's rather impossible to say if the font choice and color was deliberate or not, even from a narrative perspective]

Dear Brand New Journal that Appeared out of Nowhere with a REALLY Big Key:

We're going to be bestest best friends. Well not bestest best because only Twilight and Applejack and Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy and Rarity and Gummy and Cherilee and Bon-Bon and Lyra and Ditzy and Dinky and Octavia and Big Mac and Scootaloo and Sweetie Bell and Apple Bloom and everyone else in Ponyville are my bestest best friends but we can still be friends don't worry.

Maybe you're a magical journal that lets me communicate with aliens from other worlds and the key that came with you goes in alien doors that lets me travel to those alien worlds* that would be REALLY NEAT. Please be that, new journal.

Your not quite bestest best friend but still your friend,
Pinkie Pie

*check with Twilight because Twilight knows things she's Princess Celestia's super duper smart favorite [favorite is smudged out in analog journals and struck through on digital ones such that it's still readable] only student after all

Sep. 25th, 2013


[Dylan M]

[Delivered to Dylan M]

[This is sent the afternoon of this, before the dust, and before she stands Dylan up at the carnival that evening. But the weather delays the delivery of the letter until days later, on Tuesday, once she's already been out of the country for nearly a week.]


I don't write letters, but I thought you deserved one. They say the weather's about to get bad, and I don't want to miss my window for Dhaka, so I'm flying out in a few minutes.

In case I don't make it back, I did want to go to dinner with you. That's all. I just wanted to say that.


Sep. 17th, 2013


[Dylan M]

[Call to Dylan M]

[The day they're supposed to meet at the carnival. Ring.]

Sep. 13th, 2013


[Jack C]

[Call to Jack C]
[After this thing. Ring.]

Sep. 12th, 2013


Max M

[Max M]

You're leaving again?

Sep. 7th, 2013


[Lin A, Preston R, Dylan M]

[Locked to Lin A]
Kid, how close are you and Ella?

[Locked to Preston R]
HQ, I'm flying out soon, so keep the anklet from beeping, would you?

[Locked to Dylan M]
I don't know what Would inviting you over for sex, if I make it back from Dhaka alive, count as a peace offering?

Sep. 3rd, 2013


[Tom R]

[Locked to Tom R/Atwood]
Xplain D.

Aug. 31st, 2013


[Dylan M]

[Locked to Dylan M]
[Carefully, but in tellingly sloppy print.] Do they still have you or are you avoiding me, agent?


There ought to be no running, no running at all but all the clocks are backwards and there must be running to keep them in place.

Who has un-ticked all the tocks?

Aug. 30th, 2013


[Max M]

[After talking to Ella.]

[Locked to Max M]
So, how did your bargain hunting go?

Aug. 29th, 2013


[Text messages sent after a very long traveling day - after a very long five days away in Langley dealing with the paperwork and inquiring minds regarding the latest shenanigans taking place on his team. It's the middle of the night, and he's not necessarily expecting answers right away. But he's kicked up on his couch with his suit jacket still on and a cold beer in the hand he's not using to text with]

[Text to Max M]

I can always tell how happy they are to see me by the accommodations they put me up in when I go for a visit. How are you? What can I bring you? Tomorrow. When the sun is up and I'm nursing a hangover instead of a beer.

[Text to HQ]

Back from Langley. They say hi. I won't be in until after the weekend. But I am bringing you set of captain wings from the airline. You don't have to thank me.

[Mass text to the other CIA kids]

I'll be in the office next week. Clean up your desks.

Aug. 27th, 2013



[And drunkenly, because no way she would make a public post otherwise. Written messily.]

Suggestions for the best local bar for good beer at unemplyed level cheap? I'll even put up with shitty music and neon lights for a decnt .99¢ on tap.

Aug. 26th, 2013


[Bo D, Preston R]

[Hours after this, after this conversation with McKendrick, and after contacting Langley and admitting to providing false information during her inquest.]

[Delivered to Bo D, Preston R]
[Documentation regarding employment termination and subsequent travel and communication restrictions for Maxine Main. No international travel. No cross-state travel. Employment restrictions are numerous and listed. Surveillance level medium-high, which is being handled by CIA, pending transfer to DoD. Temporary CIA monitoring via anklet, pending transfer to DoD. Exception: Travel to Dhaka, sanctioned, but not to be compensated or publicly acknowledged by agency.]

Aug. 24th, 2013


[Dylan M]

[Locked to Dylan M]
[Day four of questioning. Late night and tired.] Are you still in one piece, McKendrick?

Aug. 21st, 2013


[Jack C]

[Locked to Jack C]
[Immediately, after the first comment here.]

Cerise says she has Beth, and she won't give her back. Find her.


[Max, Laura, Luke, Neil, Lin]

she's alive but she won't bring her home

Aug. 20th, 2013


[Max M, Neil D, Ella D]


[Locked to Max M]
Ignore him. Ignore the fucking fuck out of him. Jesus Christ.

[Locked to Neil D]
Girl, I need to forward Sam's shit from your fancy-ass place to her protection bro. You chill with that?

ETA: [Locked to Ella D]
Girl, I fucking outed you to your sister and I'm sorry.

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