Lechance

Ms. Mais,
I would be honored to call on you at 3 pm on Friday afternoon, if you would be able to receive me.
Thank you,
Jonathan Ibis

Not, perhaps, the finest cardstock available, but not the flimsiest either. A card is delivered to the hotel for Hattie. It reads:

Ms. Delphina Salas requests an opportunity to visit with you. Though she recognizes that Sundays are generally not Visiting Days, given LeChance's unique nature, she begs an exception and would very much like to call at three in the afternoon. She greatly looks forward to your response.

It is signed in script, Ms. Delphina Salas

Jon returned from the flower shop and set the small boquet, wrapped in a lace doily and tied with ribbon on his desk. Satin flowers for sincerity, forsynthia for anticipation and white Heather, which was lightly whimsical, but stood for wishes coming true. He closed the flower dictionary he had and set it aside now that he had what he wanted to say spelled out in the blooms on his desk.

Pulling out a drawer, he took out one of the buff calling cards his mother had had printed for him before he left. Turning the card over, he wrote in neat script.

Mr. Simoneaux,

I would be honored if you would care to receive me at Four o'clock in the afternoon this Saturday. I will make arrangements for a Chaperone.

With Kind Regards,
Mr. Jonathan Stanton IV

A card is delivered to the hotel for Sadie. It's thin and distinctly uncommon paper.

The writing on the card is tidy and legible, but quite sharp and angular, despite being in script.


Ms. Blackwood,

I write to request the honor of audience with you. Please to let me know if three o'clock on Saturday afternoon is an acceptable time. I will arrange with a chaperone to be available for us.

I look forward to your response.



There are much more elegantly scripted characters, and beside them, the signed name: Mr. Daisuke Shimada

Julian had arranged with the parents of one of Michel's playmates for one to watch Michel while the other accompanied Julian on his call. So with Madeline Macen, Julian showed up at the hotel, promptly at 3pm. He'd brushed his hair, had his hands slapped away by Madeline every time he'd tried to put his fingers into it. He hadn't been able to be talked out of bringing a potted plant, however.

Despite having done this before, he wasn't very good at it. Twelve years out of practice too. He sent word with a maid for Theo that he was at the hotel and went to a sitting room to wait, sitting and talking with Madeline. When the door opened, he stood immediately, sketching a half-bow.

Santiago's cards were plain and unadorned. His handwriting was strong and bold; he took care to make his note readable.

Ms. Gallehawk --

It would be my pleasure to call upon you Friday afternoon at 3:30 if such a time proves to be convenient for you.

Thank you,
Mr. Santiago de le Vega

Santiago was pleased to find that his one suit of good clothes had survived his travels with no need of repairs. He inspected himself in the mirror carefully and hoped Miss Effield Gallehawk would not fault him for his lack of a decent pair of gloves.

He greeted Mr. Herman Montrose, the Two Spirit who was to be chaperone for this call, and they chatted little on the short walk to Ms. Sheedy's hotel. Once there, he took off his hat, presented his card to be taken up to Miss Gallehawk to inform her of his presence and went in to the parlor to wait.

Once his note had been returned, Thomas hadn't seen any sense in waiting around. After all, Mr. Belgrave had indicated a willingness to receive him on Friday afternoon, and 3 was a respectable time to call. It also meant that he would have the weekend clear to make the final arrangements to actually open his store on Monday morning.

Hoping that Mr. Belgrave would not be offended by his promptness, he arrived a little before three, and left his card at the front desk to be conveyed to Mr. Belgrave to announce his arrival, taking the chance to bespeak the services of one of the hotel's chaperones for their meeting at the same time. Then, flapping the tails of his coat neatly aside, took a seat on one of the benches in the lobby, and awaited the gentleman's convenience.