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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. 21st, 2013


[Max, Laura, Luke, Neil, Lin]

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

Aug. 19th, 2013


[Max M.]

[Still figuring Max is doing whatever "work thing" took her out of town, but needing to get this out somehow. After another unsuccessful try to get Ella off the couch, even to eat or shower.]

Really wish you were around right now. I've never had to be the big sister. Especially when something's gotten totally fucked up. I can't even get Ella to eat, no matter what things I try to bring home from the grocery store or restaurants. And I can't even be mad at her. Beth's been gone for too long, and the cops aren't giving her any sort of hope. I don't know what's going to happen if they come back with the worst.

I hope that wherever you are, things are going better.
I hope you come home back soon.

Aug. 8th, 2013


[Without a look at the rapidly-filling pages in the book, and in the five seconds the detective leaves her in that interview-room, realms of information taken down on the babysitter, on when she left her and where she left her, on routines and enemies and what an emergency alert means, to get a paper cup of coffee.]

where is she. please.

Aug. 7th, 2013


[Luke H, Laura D, Preston R, Bo D, Drake W, Daniel W, Lin A]

[Locked to Luke H, Laura D]
I'm heading out, and I won't have access until I'm back in the states. I'll be in touch once I can. Stay safe.

[Locked to Preston R, Bo D]
I'm about to go dark. Checkpoint in 168 hours, @ 1400. I have green light for extraction only if McKendrick is still ticking.

[Locked to Daniel W, Lin A]
I'm heading out of town. Stay inside, and don't throw things at the detail, alright?

[Locked to Drake W]
[General coordinates for a town outside Vegas. The radius is wide enough that it's not a bulls-eye, but it's close enough that he can get there with some surveillance and legwork.]

Aug. 4th, 2013


[Max M]

[After the detail shows up.]

I'm asking you first about the new additions outside the townhouse. And I'm doing it with as little prying and judging as possible. Aren't you proud of me?

Jul. 24th, 2013


[Max M]

[After quitting her old job and several days of meetings with financial advisors and high-end realtors. She's seen a number of shops around the Strip, and she's exhausted.] Remind me again why I thought it was a good idea to get the most infuriating man on the planet involved in my life. And why I thought it was a good idea to ask him for money and business advice.

Jul. 18th, 2013



Anyone have a recommendation for a gym that has some good equipment but isn't going to charge me an arm and a leg to go?

Jul. 14th, 2013


[Gabe R.]

[Over a week after the night at the hotel. Days after Max checks on her. She tries through the journals, even though she's never contacted him that way before.]


Jul. 9th, 2013


[Laura D, Jack C]

[Locked to Laura D]
First things first, are you in one piece?

[Locked to Jack C]
I haven't heard from the kid, and that's usually a bad sign. You have anything before I hit him up?

Jun. 28th, 2013


[Laura D]

[Locked to Laura D]
I need a secure location to work remotely I'm going out of the country indefinitely I don't want you innocently telling Reed what I Hey, I need to relocate for work. I'll keep paying my half of the rent until you find someone new to burn the toast for.

Jun. 23rd, 2013


Call: Laura D


Jun. 16th, 2013


[Max M. Gabe R]

[She wakes up the morning after with her head on something not a pillow, light filtering in at the wrong angle. Tension is her first response, holding still with eyes closed until memory catches up to her sleep-fogged brain. She didn't have nearly enough to drink the night before to steal her awareness of what had happened; she'd been nearly sober by the time she and Gabe fell into bed together.

Opening eyes reveals that her unusual pillow is his shoulder, and her sigh moves over the skin of his chest before she freezes again. Close to her face, visible in the morning light and now that she's focusing, are scars on his skin. Not the simple scars of general living, but long cuts of a knife, gashes healed over, bullet wounds. Seeing the marks makes her realize that her scars are equally on display, and there are too many questions there. It makes her heart and stomach fight for space behind her ribs, and ends with the imperative need to flee.

She doesn't expect to get out of the house without him waking, but she does. Though where her underpants are is anyone's guess. In her racing-heart reactions, she leaves them behind along with a scrawled note about needing to leave (but after a moment, she adds to call her). She can't get home to the townhouse fast enough, finding it empty when she gets there.]

[Max M]
[Handwriting still a little shaky:]

Sneaking out in the morning before someone wakes up: valid reaction or social faux pas?

[Gabe R.]
[Much later, afternoon/evening, on Max's command recommendation, she calls. It goes to voicemail.]

[Pause.] It's Laura. I'm just... checking in. Okay. Hope you're having a good day. ...Bye.

Jun. 12th, 2013


[Comm. to Preston R. (HQ)]

[A quiet click or two, then a test. A deep voice, without a real excess of inflection, which is to say, almost none.] Hello?

[Comm. to Bo D]

[Without introduction.] You're my contact?

[Comm. to Max M]

We've worked together before. [A statement, not a question.]


[On the journals.]

[...] Is it normal for one of the people on the other side to suddenly get older?

Jun. 6th, 2013


[Gabe R]

[A few hours after this, give or take, arriving via text message and with spelling errors here and there, though she's better than she sometimes is.]

You've been selected for a survey.

Jun. 5th, 2013


I thought when I got older that grown up girls would stop seeming so hissy. Apparently they don't just seem hissy, they actually are hissy.

[Family, Surreal et al]

I've only got exactly about thirty minutes or so. And I'm not allowed supposed to go very far from the door. I'm in my room at the Hall...Anyone else here?


[Preston R, Ella D, Laura D]

[Locked to Preston R]
How's your ass feeling, HQ?

[Locked to Ella D]
I have Amanda coming into town soon. Lunch might be nice.

[Left on the kitchen counter for Laura D]
[Burnt toast on a plate, along with a note.] I saved you the trouble.

May. 26th, 2013


[Eloise M]

Left a key for the new place with your maid, in case of emergencies. [...] Your girl is talkative.

[Laura D]

[After this gets forwarded on.]

How many beers did you sink, Blossom? [Nothing posted]


I feel like these people run our damn lives, got that confirmed recently. Does a silent voice mean they're less controlling, or just sneakier about it?


[Max M - written "to" Gabe R]

[Later, on the night when she gets home from this. She's had more to drink and a night of making out in the back of a movie theater. Left open on the downstairs coffee table as a private draft in her book when she stumbles up to bed.]

Hey you,
I wanted to let you know that thank you. You're nice and you seem nice. And you haven't been an asshole which is good i like that. I like your smile too. It's nice. And your eyes and your scruffy and kissing you. Hands! I like your hands too. A lot. I think about them. Don't tell Max, she'll say something dumb about it. But I do. your hands and your fingers. It's been a really really really really long time since I liked someone's hands. Like that. Like in the way that I want them on me. And in me. Maybe not your whole hands. You have big hands and I don't think that would work. But fingers. Fingers would be really nice. Because yours are thick and they look strong and they make me think about sex. Like every time I see you. Every time. Even when you think I'm not, I sort of am. And when I think about sex, I think about having sex. With you. A lot. And I wonder how it would be. If we'd be good or not. Together. I think we might. I think we should try. Maybe soon. Please.

ps I promise not to hurt you or make you fall down again. Hopefully.

[Gabe R.]
[After this.]

Am I allowed to murder my roommate?

May. 23rd, 2013



[As Daemon S]

A paper journal that talks back. Mother Night, can this place get any more messed up?

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