Musings

[Posted in the Seattle Times on page 3, with no mention of Creations. A separate version, which uses Max's byline as a guest columnist, is posted to page 1 of the Creations Times on the same day.]

( The Seattle Times: A CRAZY THEATER GETS TOGETHER TO PUT UP A NEW SHOW EACH NIGHT, SAYS WHITMIRE )

[ These are sent early afternoon the day this article is published in the Seattle Times ]

[ Private to J. Whitmire and J. Poole ]

DID YOU GUYS SEE THE ARTICLE TODAY?

I didn't know they were doing an article on the Magic Store! It was amazing! You'll have a full house this weekend for sure. We should get dinner to celebrate.


[ Private to M. Main ]

I hope this is that M. Main. How many M. Mains are there?

Ms. Main,

I'm kind of working on a hunch, but are you the Max Main that writes for the Seattle Times? If not, you can just disregard this. But if you are, I just [...] wanted to say that I really liked the article you wrote that came out today. It's nice to see the papers paying attention to the people that don't always get paid attention to. God knows Jimmy needs some attention that doesn't end with him getting a black eye.

Best wishes,

Janet

[posters found plastered over every available surface in and around Verisimilitude and the apartments]

( COME FOR THE GENDER AMBIGUITY. STAY FOR THE MUSIC. )

Gather round, everyone, for a little story time.

Once upon a time there was a girl named... Let’s call her Evie. Evie had this kick ass bike that she kept outside of her apartment because the wheels were always too dirty to bring in to her nice clean apartment. You should have seen this bike. It had streamers dangling from the handles, and Evie really really loved her bike. She wrote stories about the places her and her bike traveled, epic adventures on her wheeled friend.

So imagine her disappointment when she left her apartment one day, bag slung over her shoulder, bottle of water in hand, ready to take another trip on her bike of awesomeness, only to find it gone.

GASP.

I know. None of you can believe this horror, can you? It’s just... well it’s unspeakable, that’s what it is. But there could very well be a happy ending to this story if the douchenozzle who took Evie’s bike simply returns it to where they found out. Evie won’t have to take a hammer to their happy parts, that way, so really, it’d be a happy ending for everyone.

tl;dr

If you took my bike, give it back before I take my usually controlled anger out on something.

:D

p.s.
Hi. This is my first time on this thing. Thought I'd make an awesome entrance.

[Locked to M. Main]

MAX I SAW THE ARTICLES AND THEY WERE AMAZING OUR NUMBERS ARE ALREADY UP AND Miss Main, I just saw the articles - thanks for writing them. I've got a good feeling about this, but thanks again. We really needed it.

[Locked to G. Dailey]

PLEASE TELL ME YOU READ NEWSPAPERS IN THAT APARTMENT OF YOURS

[Locked to V. Graves]

Hey, erm are you still on for tonight? At the Magic Store?

[Posted on Page 1 of the Seattle Times with Max's byline and a very large photo of Adam. A small photo of Daryl appears after the jump.]

( The Seattle Times: WHAT MAKES ADAM MORGENSTERN TICK )

[Sent in an envelope with no return address to J. Whitmire, arriving this morning.]

( a charitable donation )

[ These are sent soon after this article is published ]

[ Private to J. Cooper ]

Did you read the Seattle Times today? There is a front page article on Mr. Morgenstern, and the reporter has the audacity to imply in a news article that we were romantically involved. The woman included a picture of me in the paper as well. People are going to read this, Jane. Despite what you say, the man is an art thief and I am going to apprehend him. But now, the jury pool is tainted.

Never in my life have I wanted to inflict physical harm on another person but at this moment I I will be in Verisimilitude all afternoon.


[ Private to J. Warda ]

If you have read the Seattle Times article on Mr. Morgenstern, allow me to inform you that great liberties were taken by the writer. I assure you that any mention of me was rooted in fiction rather than reality. He has managed to boast his own reputation while discrediting mine.


[ Private to A. Morgenstern ]

[...]

[Nothing sent]

[Posted this afternoon]

a lazy saturday afternoon. let's play a game, shall we? go to the nearest window; even if you're not at home, if you're unfortunate enough to be at work or you're reading this update on your blackberry. go to the window. open it. break open the screen if you have to.

drop something out it now. your hat, your jacket, a penny, your phone that you cling to. do it.

no?

why won't you?

Jen? There's a creeper doing the anon thing.

[Backdated 3 days, after this]

[Locked to B. Mercer]
I'm sorry I missed my lunch date at Centro. Would next week on Tuesday be convenient?

[Locked to T. Brandon]
You owe me lunch. Sorry for the raincheck. I've been under the weather. Any reports of building jumping cat burglars come your way recently?

[Locked to Corbinian]
Thanks for the help. Now we just need to work on your vigilante problem.

[Immediately after this]

Mr. Morgenstern? [...] Could I bother you?

So Varian Graves is playing a little venue downtown, is that so great an event we need to plaster the walls with the news of it?