Front Lines Communications

[Remaining 12]

Hello.

I have tried to remain an independent contractor in this struggle for dominance, and so I think that it's a good idea if I provide the following information to both parties:

Your great and grand Idol is not a God, it's a machine. Sorry. Right now, the context is closest to a particle accelerator; the resonance of the material in conjunction with the actual shaping of it is creating a field that is perpetuating continued movement of particles through the system it creates. Considering the low-frequency nature of the radiation from those particles (I don't have enough experience to say WHAT kind of particles they are, just what the characteristics are), it is not surprising that past attempts at analysis have not detected it -- it wouldn't have stood out from normal Earth readings on magnetometers and stuff.

I also understand that the split of the idol has increased this acceleration and continues to do so; unfortunately, bringing it back together will not cause it to cease and the field will continue to grow.

I'm still processing my way mentally through this, so I'm sure I will have more to say in the days ahead. But I wanted to leave you with one last point and I think this is very, very important:

Neither halves of the idol have a fail-safe that I understand will cause someone to fry to death. I don't know what the hell happened with Heather White but... I guess... are you SURE she's dead? Cause... you know, people thought that Ricky guy was dead too.

I wish there was something like this here: Noche De Altares. I'm not crazy religious or anything, but going to this every year was one of the highlights of living in LA. You feel connected in grief, and when you walk down Fourth and it's all candles... it's a good place to be and remember.

[Dora]
I'll pick you up Saturday at 6. What color is your dress?

[12 and Kids of the 12]

Madison Harper.

What. The. FUCK?

Do you know what this world needs? Dreamless Draught. That isn't made up of just vodka and nyquil. Best sleep remedies needed - hit me up.

[Sisters]

Hi.

[Dora]

Back. No storytelling tonight, I think. But soon.

[Mrs. Vaziri]

I'm sorry to bother you Mrs. Vaziri, but do you drink coffee? Tea?

just me or did yesterday's eclipse look like the negamoon?

[PA Leadership]

Why was my vacation request denied?

[PA Leadership]

How do I get permission to leave NYC? On vacation?

[Fran]

Sorry for the wtf last night -- I crashed at Marcus' house.

You mean I can't just vacate my job for 3 weeks and magically show up? Damn. Back to the hiring boards.

[Sol, Fran and Ruby]

So. It's Father's Day on Sunday. How do you want to handle it, Ruby? I think regardless of what happens it's gonna be awkward as fuq but, you know, I thought I'd ask what your make of things was.

Also, feel free to ask questions about the family Perez. If I have any warnings, it's that you're about to get scrutinized to a deeply uncomfortable level, so brace yourself.

Who wants to come with me to the Modern Black Dandies? I have an extra ticket and yes, you better look sharp.

I may not have missed a lot about NY but I definitely 100% missed the museums.

[Fran]

I went to go sing vocals on Marcus' band's demo and now I'm sucked back in. He wants to know if you've given up men entirely.

[Garret]

Staying out of trouble?

Just spent 9 hours walking to every fucking apartment building in Brooklyn handing out cards just in case this Genius Bar job doesn't pan out. Ugh, finding work in NY is THE WORST.

[Fran]
Fran, I'm turning the dining room into a workshop so no dinner parties ok?

asdkjhfapueomg whu like eryone jus polite afq. du put his phon on SILENT ONHE SUBWAY and ther was a line to getoff. A LINE?

A LINE? fq whu this swipe FIXED IT

is like that movie where pod people take over

First useful power thing ever: fixed broken kitchen drawer. I guess I should, like, invest in tools or something.

Mr. Conley

Hi. I'm not sure if you're the right person to talk about this but... I wanted to get your opinion about self-defense. Does anyone not my father do that?

(added later) Papa and Fran

Gonna be doing self-defense with Mr. Conley.

Whelp. Here goes.

Hello, my name is Lito Pérez. Why yes, it is that Pérez that shakes the mountains (or, at least, car alarms) with his passing and not, say, Rosie or Hilton. Which means I am that only son - don't think I don't know my reputation. I'm a mostly-trained musician that is trying to break into acting, which means that realistically my profession is 'professional menial-soul-killing task worker'. Surfing usually took the edge off the 'soul-killing' part, but the clubs are better out here so I THINK I'll survive ;)

I'm still trying to make sense of this bucket of nonsense that is my powers. It involves engineering and taking things apart - I don't fucking know, it's weird. I'll try to explain it but lol I failed science.