Musings

[Call to Q. Gaines]

RING

Texts sent in the middle of the night tonight as soon as Evie is home from her unplanned and unannounced vacation.

[Text to H. Radcliffe]

I just got home, I didn't want to wake you. I know it's late, I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was leaving. Your invitations are beautiful.

[Text to S. Djaevelen]

I owe you an apology.

[Text to B. Sablier]

Tassle and I are home. I know you already know because apparently you know everything. But we're home. <3 We should talk in the morning.

[after Hayley's visit and checking his email - Late Thursday afternoon]

Ring

[Article located on the bottom of the front page of the Monday edition of the Times.]

( The Seattle Times: VIOLENCE ESCALATES DURING BLACKOUT )

[On Orin's desk, Monday morning]

Delivery day. Come find me. -W.

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[On Hayley's desk, Monday morning. A note on top of a slim, flat box, sitting next to her casserole dish.]

Thank you. -W.

[Inside the box is a matching set of a hand-dyed scarf and opera-length gloves.]

[call to q. gaines' cell]

Ring.

[locked to j. bly]

Hey. Get through the blackout okay? I have another favor to ask Shit I feel like such a jerk but

To 6th floor Bathos neighbors: Sorry for the noise and the mess. Furniture people came today and who would have thunk a couch weighed that much? Who would have thunk that it would take me dragging it around the living room for an hour before I found where it looked best? Again, apologies. Though those should extend down to the fifth floor. I am sorry to my downstairs neighbor. Please don't throw things at the ceiling.

On the plus side, I have huge boxes to play with. I'm pretty sure I should have grown out of playing in boxes when I was ten, but I think everyone should be allowed to play with boxes big enough to stand up in.

So if you want to join my box party, please let me know.

Oh. I just moved in (obviously) and the apartment still smells like new. Anyone have any candles or something to get this smell out? It's making my nose hurt.

Hello. I'm looking for a Ms. Penelope Worth. I can't seem to get any answers from Worth Financials as to her whereabouts.

[Emailed to H. Radcliffe]

Hi Hayleybop,

Thank you for the breakfast, that was very sweet of you.

Love,

Evie.

[The afternoon after this]

Ring.

I heard you've been given a warm welcome already, sugar. It's time to do some work.