Musings

[Locked to A. Morgenstern]

I've just heard some rather intriguing news about a donation to a run-down theatre. Tacky little place, called The Magic Store. You wouldn't know anything about it, would you?

[Delivered to E Gracewater, Bathos]

[The dress comes in an elegant white dress box and is wrapped in the softest of tissue paper. It arrives the morning of the charity ball, and there is a note attached on an embossed white card, and the invitation to the ball. The script is masculine and perfunctory.]

Go - Colt

anyone missing a fish? small, brightly colored, soft instead of scaly. cute kid's toy, i guess, but not something a guy like me has any use for.

( On a napkin, besides the collected remains of Centro's delivery from Aubade 504 )

Alright. Like any other resourceful businessman of a certain age (who had two older sisters to instill great fear of the faux pas upon him), I feel fairly capable of dressing myself appropriately for a variety of occasions. I usually look forward to the process, actually. Until tonight. This time there are simply too many choices, and I've been hit with staggering indecision. This is a last-minute fashion emergency, Seattle.

( Gucci or Alexander McQueen? )

Your assistance in my greatest time of need will not go unnoticed, Heroes.

B. Mercer

[Backdated three days. Already answered that morning.]

[The classified is simple and posted in the Creations Times. It states that the poster is seeking a quiet roommate, one who doesn't meddle or play sappy music. No pets, no gender preference, no drugs, no partying, no heavy drinking. Creations only.]