Musings

[wrapped up with pretty patterned paper, that from a distance looks like multicolored dots and up close, is tiny, tiny hats].

A book that is old enough to be expensive but not in good enough condition to be a collector's item. It has cramped handwriting in the front in different hands, identifying the book as different owners. It's been loved. Tucked into the front is a neat list of countries from each story. There's no other note.

( tucked under some loose cement at the Space Needle )

[Left in all the usual places, byline is the Cipher's.]

( The Creations Times: IT'S TIME TO DECIDE, SEATTLE )

This morning at Starbucks the line was longer than usual, so I got even more than my fair share of, who I have decided to just start calling the SGs (Starbucks Girls), and let me just say that their debate on whether or not they should get their “vajayjay’s waxed today” had many strong argumentative points, and a good closing statement from both parties:

SG1: "It's Tuesday I don't think I want to not be able to cross my legs on a Tuesday."
SG2: "Me either but I sure as hell want to get laid on a Wednesday."

Riveting. Really.

[After Labor Day. Accompanied by the mug shots of each captured man, a fairly rudimentary display of "look what I have access to, nya nya."]

Rory -

( It's an improvement. )

[Sent to B.I. Gallagher's e-mail at the Seattle Times]
Should be back in the office tomorrow, Gallagher. Got a great lead on the flower shop that just went up in flames.

[Sent to J. Copeland's e-mail at the Seattle Times]
Miss me, Smallville? Listen, I have a friend looking for a job, a photographer named Russo. Do a girl a favor and talk him up to Big? I'll buy you a beer in return and tell you about the jackass that left me on the side of the road the other night and the woman who broke my damn nose.

[Text sent to the Bat's untraceable phone]
Status?

Hey friend, friend? Unknown friend? Whatcha doing?

( a very long message: a report of my friday, by austin )

[ Private to A. Morgenstern ]

Mr. Morgenstern, your "game" is insulting my intelligence. While I will gladly accept slights against my character, I believe we can both agree that my intellect is beyond the realm of mocking.


[ Private to J. Warda ]

Detective Warda,

Mr. Morgenstern has created a "game" for me akin to a scavenger hunt. His motives are, as of yet, unknown. I will keep you informed.

- D. Hockney

[ Not sent ]

( [ Private to T. Brandon ] )

[The phone number is given to her at a local club, and the text is from an untraceable phone.]

[Text to phone belonging to C. Maheu and H. Savoie]

Price for large box transport? Money not an object. Risk low.

Bloody hell this thing is getting a lot more traffic than it used to. Suppose this is what I get for never checking these forums anymore, I miss all the interesting stuff. Course JP could have bloody well mentioned them to me. We only see each other what is it, practically every day at work. And if you're reading this right now JP, yes I am still cross with you over this.

Well I suppose I should introduce myself shouldn't I? I'm Coraline Valence 19 year old illustrator want to be and native of the London branch of Musings. I've been here for about two years now. Hoping to met some more Creations through this thing since I only know a few at the moment. One of whom is bleeding unreliable, seriously JP this isn't like you forgot to mention that I had spinach in my teeth or something

[Left in the mail box on Tuesday morning.]

( Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns. )

( Left on her desk at the station )