Musings

how have you look i'm sorry about

Did you follow that post last night? I don't know what the hell they think they're doing. They're all going to get themselves killed.

[...]

How are you doing?

Mr. Gallagher-

I am under the impression you head The Seattle Times. In light of that, I'd like to extend an offer for a large charitable donation to your paper contingent on my never seeing my name in its gossip column ever again.

-C. Moran

[After the ball]

[E-mail to Robin, via Gmail account littlebird]
Someone was looking for you at the dance. Dark hair, pale, seemed to have some trouble communicating. Pretty girl. Figured you should know.

[Private to E Kelly]
You ran off my client, Eve.

[Private to J Wilson]
Did you dance all night?

[Delivered to C Moran]
A book

[Left on the doorknob of H Savoie's apt with her forum ID (W Light) written on a ribbon]
Oshun

[After this.]

I read your book.

[Left in the mail box on Tuesday morning.]

( Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns. )

Why do we feel the need to be responsible for everyone's well being all at once? We have vigilantes killing people for what they think is the common good, and we have people opening Academies for the training of Creations youth, and we have people trying to be heroes and de facto kings. What is the point? What do they want to achieve, in fighting tirelessly to save a world that does not care to be saved?

Philosophical questions out of the way, since the internet can't seem to help me and no one else I've asked has been qualified to do much more than operate simple machinery and be paid minimum wage for the rest of their lives, can anyone tell me where I can find a decent rare book store in the area?

how are

how have

are you

Have they caught that girl yet?

[After this.]

Read newspaper article. Are you alright? one man dead and three wounded, christ

To the woman I passed on the street today while bringing home groceries -

Throwing your sandwich into the face of a homeless man and accusing him of laziness hardly seems appropriate behavior toward another human being, but who am I to judge you? Your coat indicated a certain level of wealth and ease of living, but maybe you've scraped your way up from the gutter, and you know what it is to be someone at the bottom of society's barrel, and you know how very lazy most of them are. Maybe you got where you are today solely by ingenuity and hard work. Somehow, however, your extensive and immaculate manicure makes me doubt your proclivity toward hard labor. So if you were so blessed as to marry well (as your ring seemed to imply) or, maybe, inherit well, I don't think you are in any position to judge a man on the street looking for loose change to buy a fast food lunch with. May your husband be sleeping with your maid, and may the little boy you had by the wrist grow old enough to spend all of your money and leave you destitute. Maybe then you'll understand what it's like to suffer the indignity of begging for loose change, and the desperation that makes a man keep begging even after a woman of high society has thrown her lunch at his face.

[In the wake of the Inkblot-related events of the last day]

( Left beside the box of food left in the Hamartia lobby )

( Private Message to C. Moran )

( Private Message to the Cipher )

[Posted late, after this.]

Are men in masks breaking into one's apartment for food in the middle of the night and then politely exiting the usual fare around here?