Musings

[Locked to A Black]

¿Qué ha hecho? What have you done?

[Left in a brown bag on the table just inside Gwen's front door over the past few days. Inside is one of the comms and a note.]

Gwennie-

Being polite is impossible. Also, I'm not ready to have this.

♥

[Locked to L Henry]
I didn't see you wandering around on Father's Day. How we doing?

[Locked to G Dailey]
I'm going to avoid this fog as an initial topic, and ask how the groveling went, instead.

[Locked to D Hockney]
Any intel on Knight's location? This fog would help us get in and out without notice.

[Locked to P Rawlings]
Truce, Rawlings?

[Public, posted as S.B]

First I go to a party only to have a crossbow staring in my face half the night, and now I go outside only to suffocate in fog. Seattle, you guys should come with a warning label or something before a new guy moves in. It's alright, I'm still loving you.

[ Locked to the Weatherman ]

You've got some esplainin' to do.

[ Locked to Z. Zaldana ]

My shoulder felt great this morning. Thanks.

[After speaking with Archie, he sends another message.]

How long. That's all I want to know.

[ Locked to A. Black ]

Why am I even doing this Are you even on this forum anymore This is stupid this is stupid Next time you throw a party, keep in mind that it's considered rude not to serve snacks.

[Posted roughly 24 hours after the fog began.]

Are you happy?