Musings

[Posted Wednesday night, after Spidey has a chance to thaw from his earlier comm conversation.]

Hey, Weatherman. I haven't been washed down the drain yet, but I'm pretty chilly.

[Late Wednesday afternoon.]

Can the asshole who's screwing around with the weather yet again please knock it the hell off? Snow in May is just not cool and all you're doing is successfully becoming a pain in everyone's ass. If this is some kind of temper tantrum, well, I'd suggest you try dealing with it like a normal person. Scream into a pillow or something.

FYI, your hail did a number on my car and she's not cheap to fix. Where should I send the bill?

If you're the cause behind the snow, I'd like to talk to you.

[The same delivery boy from last time shows up again at Max's door on Thursday morning, this time with a delivery of decidedly exotic blooms. As before, there is a card tucked within.]

M-

Did you know in ancient Mesopotamia, flowers were given on Thursdays? I heard that somewhere.

-J

[Typed very carefully, and spell-checked more than once.]

This is not what I wanted to wake up to today.

Does anyone know where i can find someone to replace a shop window? PReferably on the cheap? And quickly?

the hail broke my front window and the cold is killing everything in my shop causing some problems..

[Sent late Thursday night, tucked under the door of Aubade 505. She's stuck indoors; even Sophie isn't stupid enough to try and pick up clients in this weather.]

I'm bored, sweetie. The hail is dampening my mood. Could do with a little more of your music tonight. 502 x

[OOC: Italics denote French.]

Hello again!  I'm very ready for summer and I was wondering if anyone knew of a place to ride horses?  I find myself aching to be back in the saddle.

I'm searching for a classically trained piano teacher with a verifiable history of musical education as a private hire. Obviously I would prefer a Creation. Interested parties may inquire here.