Musings

[After this.]

[Comm to Nightwing]
Isolate a channel, Nightwing.

[After this.]

[This is printed in the Seattle Times' Saturday midday edition, byline Max Main. Residents of Aubade can expect the building to be surrounded by police on Saturday, and they can expect to be questioned as they come and go. Additionally, apartment 101 is roped off and appears to be the center of police activity.]

( The Seattle Times: MURDER IN AUBADE )

[private]
Imagine my surprise upon returning to my humble abode and finding the press already here. As much as I knew how fabulous my trip to Paris was, I didn't think it rated that much attention. And, of course, I was right. It's moments like that which always remind me of my potential for complete and utter self-importance.
[/private]

That poor girl. This is a horrible homecoming. I hope they catch whoever did this.

Upside, for those of us in need of a distraction, I'm going to be hosting a Welcome Home to Me party. Let's drink our sorrows away.

[locked to residents of Aubade 502 + D. Wiley]
Be careful coming and going, guys. Jogging this morning turned into absolute madness, between the cops and the press. Laying low for the day couldn't hurt, if you can swing it.

[text to E. Okoye]
hey, watch the cops coming in tonight!

[Boyfriend. Boyfriend? Boyfriend. Doesn't sound right no matter what. Gaius is sure he's about two decades too old for that kind of thing. Then what? No idea. He gets into an argument with his driver and they end up loading the car with a bunch of Atom's girls - Christmas shopping needs to be done. Ignoring the excited girly chatter, he jabs at his phone. It only takes an hour to get the wording right. Thanks, Marco. Thanks so much.]

[Text to Alexander Sharpe]
Got plans for Xmas?

[Christmas dinner had completely slipped his mind until the bratty cousin called him. Well, the excitement of sailing has worn off and this much sun and sand can't be healthy anyway. Another two odd phone calls later, Cyril makes arrangements to be back in Seattle in time for their family dinner.]

[Text to Marco Valentino]
Word of warning: if the brat's becoming an over-sharing little girl, you'll be charged thrice. Want something from Mexico? Leaving on Tuesday.


[Text to Timothy Pecker]
Would you like something from Mexico?

( Left Outside Bathos 201 )

[Private to J. Cooper]

Ms. Cooper,

My name is Timothy Pecker and I believe we have a mutual friend.  Daryl.  She [...] stayed at my apartment last night.  It is not uncommon for her to break into my apartment, of course, but I am not sure as to why she did so this time.  Would you be able to shed some light on this situation?  I'd be much obliged.

-T. Pecker
(###)###-#### Cell

[Phone call to K. Michaels, mid-morning on Saturday]

Ring, ring!