Musings

Crusader and Scientist, how did your gifts hold out? Did they last a full thirteen hours?

Also a warning to all the girls out there that D. Ross is an asshole and you need to avoid him. No matter what he says. Or does. In um, general.

Mr. Mercer, it was a grand party. I didn't meant to enable stealing your glasses, really

Private from Adam Morgenstern

omg

uh

i need to tell something to somebody who can do something, because iim drunk but i'm right nad it'simportant but i'm drunk and this is in't how this is supposed to go

tomorrowis going to suck

and bly, i'm sorry but ignore me being drnk, okay?

but yeah. idk who to tell but i think i'm right and it's ot good at asll but idk if it even matters oh god i'm drunk and what the hell he has a girlfriend or something? wateverr.

Hey, so, uh. I forgot to write you a note, can you sort of [...] ignore [...] the box of syringes on the kitchen table? Somebody left it in the lobby, and I had to run to work.

Talk about weird stuff to leave a message about

Uh, and... have a good day? Or something. Whatever.

If anybody's spotted syringes in the foyer of their building, can you at least call the cops or something? Or if you don't want to do that, or pick them up, I'll come and do it.

You can't just leave them there. Jesus.

How hard is it to just give a damn about the people around you? Oh, shit, what time is it

Private to Jim Whitmire
Uh, Mr. Whitmire? I may be sort of... late. I mean, I'll work over or come in early or something, I just [...] have something I need to do.

Okay? Please don't fire me.

Don't just leave your syringes out in the open like that, people! Everybody does not want or need to know about your drug habits. Common courtesy ring a bell? Or privacy?

It'd better not be a junkie with an exhibitionistic streak making his rounds.

Why did I ever agree to live with a gir Would it be mean to tie bells to her ankl

Jess, could you not run around half naked please? It's not that I don't mi I mean I don't want to see Not that you aren't pre Seriously fuck my life

That'd be awesome. You know. Thanks.

[Left in cardboard boxes in the lobbies of Aubade, Bathos and Hamartia.]
( On the boxes, in thick black marker, the words WHAT LIMITS? are scrawled. )

Sometimes you need something and you just don't know where to get it, or you don't want people knowing you got it, or it's something you're not supposed to get. Maybe you came over unprepared and you don't have the paperwork you need to get a job you should be qualified for. Maybe you don't have the things you need to make a living. Maybe you don't know anyone here, you don't have the right connections. Maybe trouble followed you, or maybe things here aren't as safe as they should be.

Maybe I can help you. You just have to ask.

Weirdest thing about moving? I have nothing to pack.

... Which is good, because I have nothing to pack it in.

Well, minus the fact that I have to do all my moving except I only have like two backpacks of stuff to move, but I've felt gross ever since I came through during the day because of the APB - thank god for days off. Well, and for having a job.

At least the bus schedules haven't changed much.

... So, if, say, I didn't have a newspaper or a TV or really the time to look stuff up on the internet, and, say, fell into all of this last week, er. Anybody mind telling me why there's an APB? Is it because of the bank robbery? Please don't think I'm an idiot.

Has anyone gotten lost in a dream before? I mean, say you're dreaming, then you manage to enter someone else's dream. When that happens, do you ever...forget that you're in a dream? What do you do to keep it from happening again? I'm sorry if this is taboo subject, but I just want to know what to do if it happens again.

[Takes four tries dialing]

Ring.

Let's just assume that you've made a colossally bad decision, and you're suddenly here with no ID or job or credit rating or money or-

That you didn't exactly prepare to come here.

What, exactly, should I do? What'm I supposed to do?

Er, and hello, I guess.