Musings

[Cass barely noticed the blackout, until he happened to look out the window sometime near morning and noticed the city was dark. When the lights come back on, he gets on his computer.] How did you weather the blackout?

[Ring, at a reasonable hour the day following the blackout.]

[locked to d. hockney]

I do believe I've moved up in the world.

[locked to v. anna]

I can see why people choose to live in the Aubade. This place is so lovely. [Her smug is showing.]

[The second the lights come up.]

[Locked to V Anna]
How did my investment handle the power outage?

[Locked to W Cooper-Delaney]
I'll send someone for your things today?

[One group work address e-mail to W Lowell, A Main and H Radcliffe]
Everyone alive?

[Late even for her. After five in the morning.]

[4 am]

[Call to V Anna]
Ring

Rest assured America, the Air National Guard is fully enforcing its hold over the Seattle skyline. I wouldn't expect an air raid any time soon.

[ Text to S. Hawthorne ]

u ok? havnt seen in a wiyul

[ Text to A. Gideon ]

wut wurk u got?

[ Forum-Lock to V. Anna ]

whens ur nex bloos nite luv?

How long have you been in Seattle, darling?

[Around three; which he will now realize, is when the bar closes.]

Late night?

( Fliers are posted, advertising: )

[Locked to A Main]
Mind telling me why my cousin thinks we should be heading down the altar, you and me?

[Call to V Anna @ 4 am]
Ring

There is nothing that brightens your day more than reading about a family member and her beau out and about in the town. Actually, there is, it's a montage of the lovely couple being published in the Seattle Times including one picture of said family member in a pose I doubt she ever wants to be captured in again.

Without naming names, my heart and thanks for such entertainment and condolences, of course go out to them.

[Speak of the devil, at about two AM, when the bars close. Ring.]

[Text sent during the carnival.]

[W Lowell]
Screw everything else I said. Your first assignment come next Monday is to find me a dozen uncomplicated women.

[Call, @ 2 am after the carnival to the number on the letter he received.]

[Valerie]
Ring

"I had a friend who was a blues freak; he turned me on to blues. He was the same age as me and he understood rock'n'roll - he knew what Elvis, Fats Domino and Little Richard were all about, but he said, 'How about this?' It didn't take my love of rock'n'roll away and it added the real blues to my consciousness."

"The blues is real. It's not perverted, it's not thought about, it's not a concept - it's a chair. Not a design for a chair, or a better chair, or a bigger chair, or a chair with leather or design - it's the first chair; chairs for sitting on, not chairs for looking at or being appreciated. You sit on that music."

- John Lennon