March 2014




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Mar. 16th, 2014


[Text message to Wren H]

Hey, kiddo.

Feb. 24th, 2014


[Safe House of the Walking Not-Dead]

So. We had a little bit of a hiccup. That's putting it lightly, but that's what I do to try and ease the tension.

Corvus is in the hospital, stable for now, things are shit. But we're muddling through.

Did anyone else receive any Valentine Gifts from the hotel we ought to be looking at and/or worried about?

If anyone wants to talk, I'm around.

This situation ain't ideal, kids, I know it. We're all going stir crazy, and things like this only add to it - I'm around if anyone needs anything.

Feb. 5th, 2014


public, except for gwen d.

[...] Friends of Gwen Dailey, I wish to speak with you.

Feb. 3rd, 2014



[Locked to Gaston]
Have you found a room for your stay in the village, Gaston?
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Feb. 1st, 2014



[Locked to Gaston]

I don't believe that is possible.

Jan. 25th, 2014


[Anti-CIA lock]

[Locked to Faol R, Chris J, Julian H, Preston R, Bo D, Dylan M, Jack C, Gwen D, Kyle W]

We have new people incoming. West has great shoulders and an impressionable daughter. Dailey's a redhead, but she'll fry your motherboard if you try anything with her. In summation, no more bouncing on anyone's dick in the kitchen.

I have no idea if they're on here, but trying them on the lock anyway.

One more week of quiet. Enjoy it. It looks like we have something coming down the pike for February.

Jan. 20th, 2014


Is it always this cold? Why would anyone come here?

I am looking for a girl named Belle, does anyone know her?

Jan. 18th, 2014


[Call to Wren H.]

[he's gotten the phone number from obvious sources]


Jan. 14th, 2014


[Locked Comm to Max M]

[After he's settled in his hotel room, and his kid is settled in bed, he can finally start to get to work. It's not as if he has much information to go on - but he's got enough. And he's looking forward to the surprise. He kicks his feet up onto the window sill and looks out over the strip. The first thing she'll hear is a beep, a throat clearing. A Boston accent and a very familiar voice comes next.]

A redheaded man walks into that dive bar over there on Prince street in Boston, and sits next to another redheaded man. New guy sits down and orders a Guinness, and the guy already at the bar turns to him. "I'm guessing from that accent you're from around here?" he asks, in the same accent.

"Of course!" the first guy says, and low and behold, just like any good mannered boy would do he says to the barkeep "Get this guy a Guinness, too."

They keep on talking for a little bit more, right? First guy says, "Lemme ask you, what street did you grow up on?" Second guy says back "St. Catherine Street. What about you?" First guy just cannot fuckin' believe it. He says "No fuckin' way. I grew up on St. Catherine Street!"

Second guy orders another round of drinks, this time Jameson - they're going for gold here. After they get their whiskey the first guy says again, "What school did you go to? Do not tell me you went to St. Joe's boys school." And the other guy, about to fall of his damn barstool punches the first guy in the arm and says "You're god damn right I went to St. Joe's." They toast to that, and order another couple of whiskeys.

Now these two guys, they're sitting there for quite a while right? They keep on talking and they find out they had the same teachers and knew the same neighborhood kids, they proceed to get louder and drunker until a guy way at the other end of the bar asks the barkeep, "What's up with those two?"

The barkeep shrugs and says, "It's the O'Shaughnessy twins, they're drunk again."