Musings

[LOCKED: A. MONTEON/I. FALCO]
I’m not really one for talking to people I don’t even know on this thing, but a [...] friend told me you might be able to help me with a little problem I’ve been having.


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[LOCKED: A. MONTEON/I. FALCO/S.ELLERY]
Now that you have us, what is it you had in mind exactly?

[Locked to A Monteon]
You've led me on a merry chase, darling.

[Wolf already likes Seattle, in part because of its frequent cloud cover. It doesn't render sunglasses completely unnecessary, but even a degree of pressure off his senses inspires profound joy. Besides, a couple of days in the new digs and he's already encountered interesting people. (Which means information, which means picking up a long-cold trail.)

Today he puts on a mask of respectability, positioning it deftly so as to cover up his (canine) lizard brain; a man doesn't need money to live, but he sure as little green apples needs it to find the unfindable. He'll visit the library Joss mentioned, dip his head down near the stacks and huff the scent of much-loved books, of fantasy, trial, tribulation and happy endings. First thing's first, though.]

Say you're a guy in need of income -- all the better to maintain room and board, my dear -- but you've never been much for wage slavery. Any recommendations on where to make a buck?