Musings

[ Locked to C. Westley ]
[Sent Monday, several days late for a thank you, but when does Dagny ever do things the way they should be done?]

Hey so I know I didn't really say much to you on Wednesday because yelling doesn't count so I wanted to just send you a message where I can [...] say something to you. Even though it was so stupid of you to just drag me to your apartment like that and then call my cousin's fiance for advice [...] I'm glad you did it. That's probably the nicest thing anyone has ever I'm not going to get all mushy on you and crap, but thanks.

[ Locked to L. Daniels ]

How much overtime are you legally allowed to give me before it's considered slave labor?

[LOCKED: G. DAILEY/S. PRESTON]
Very interesting article in the paper today.


[LOCKED: G. DAILEY/T. BRANDON]
I had grand plans of sending you a father’s day present a day after the fact (I sense a tradition on the horizon). Then I realized that not only am I completely terrible at buying you gifts, but getting said present into your hands, and not lost in red tape and corporate handling, was nearly impossible.

So instead, I’m letting my thoughts count. I hope you had a very happy father’s day.


[LOCKED: G. DAILEY/L. DANIELS]
I’m guessing from the lack of horrified phone calls, your costume party experience went okay?


(after this is mentioned)
[LOCKED: G. DAILEY/L. HENRY]
Spill. How bad is it?


(after this is delivered back to her)
[ISOLATED COMM CHANNEL: ORACLE/ARROW]
All right, Arrow. What happened?

[Posted on Creations forums, but (interestingly) not cross-posted to the hacker's blog. Obviously Boris doesn't use his real name for much.]

Don't worry, Monarch, step on out of the closet, we all love you!

[Locked to L Daniels]
Staying out of trouble?

[Locked to R Morgenstern]
Ro, how about you give your old cousin some advice?

[Locked to E Rex-Wood]
How'd that potential roommate turn out?

[Call to V Anna]
[Ring]

It's a little late, but better late then never, no?

I know there are a few runners out there (Yes, I'm looking at you. You = Max, Laura, and Gwen) and I thought I'd inform you that there is a marathon and a half-marathon going on June 25th.

I don't suppose anyone would be interested in joining me, would they? I promise rewards* if you do.


*Rewards are given at my discretion. Don't pout, I'll be sure to give everyone something fitting.

[During the bomb scare at the Mall, just as the other bombs go off.]

[Open Comm]
[Angrily.] I know it's still light out, but we got problems, folks. Someone needs to go get us that damn doll the news is going on about at that shopping center, and we need to see if we can get anything off the damn bombs at the houses around town. Body count would be nice, too. In case we aren't all pissed off enough.

I'd make a crack about the snow, but I think about a dozen people have already done that. So I won't waste anyone's time and get straight to the point. Name's Dagny Galakis, I'm new to Seattle, I'm looking for a job. Blah de blah de blah, I bet you guys all have heard this before. If anyone's hiring, I can give you a resume on demand. I've got work experience, so don't worry about having to show me how to turn a cash register on - I've got that covered.

Thanks in advance, chumps.

[After the surprise renovations to her flower shop.]

[...] anyone knowwhen the snow is s upposed to stop?/ Or when they might get plow trucks through?. or if anyone is delivering snowshoes/ At least it's warmer in the shop now.

[After this. She really is starting to at least make an effort with typing when she's not rushed.]

Why are men so dumb,Gwennie?

[after this.]

Ring

[Typed very carefully, and spell-checked more than once.]

This is not what I wanted to wake up to today.

Does anyone know where i can find someone to replace a shop window? PReferably on the cheap? And quickly?

the hail broke my front window and the cold is killing everything in my shop causing some problems..

A few questions to pose to my new neighbors in Seattle.

1) Dog parks. Dean likes to socialize with the bitches. Where should I take him to get his doggy-mack on?

2) Just moved in to the Aubade. Anyone know a good running path to take? I'm looking to do 5 miles, minimum, so none of those pansy paths, please.

3) I'm so not cooking tonight. Restaurant recommendations, please. And if you're willing to accompany me, I'll give you a cookie.

Please and thank you-
J. Morgenstern

[LOCKED: G. DAILEY/S. PRESTON]
Apparently it’s a good thing we came back early and missed the start of divebombing birds. Still feeling like death?

[CALL: GWEN/LAURA]
Ring.

[LOCKED: G. DAILEY/R. DARMAN]
I need one of those advise pamphlet. The one that's called So Your Neighbors Know Your Secrets. Or maybe just some reassurances, stat.

(sent around sunset)

[TEXT: GWEN/LAURA]
No practice tonight. I might have to flee the state soon.

[TEXT: GWEN/MAX]
If I get arrested, you're in charge of making sure Kyle goes easy on me.

[after this]

ard u free

What the hell is going on with the damn birds? If something's messed up in this city, chances are it's our doing, and you all know I'm right.

[EMAIL: ORACLE/BAT]
When you’re free, I have a question for you. And we should talk.


[TEXT: GWEN/ROGER]
So I hear that you’re running around with a partner now. How’s that working out for you?


[TEXT: GWEN/LAURA]
Everything reminds m I want to rearrange my entire apartment. Help.

[Shortly after this is on display]

Enough. If it's not children half-dead from terror left on our godddamn doorsteps, it's vigilantes dying and kids brought into our ER with people in masks alongside them. Enough with the cryptic paintings that no doubt glorify the whole spectacle further.

And can I just express my utter horror at aforementioned kids coming in, hurt, when if they stayed off the streets, stayed out of the clutches of adults who should damn well know better? If you're going to be gathering, for god's sake have some damn sense. Even the police don't go out without wearing kevlar.

Okay, so riddle me this, riddle me that, riddle me everything over the sun can somebody explain what's going on? People end up dead, but the papers don't say anything. And when they do, it don't exactly compute from what they say. Like they're leaving stuff out. Standard for papers, I know. Don't have vocal cords, so they can't talk, and the people that make them tend to muzzle them puzzle them just don't guzzle them just to make sure, but that's no excuse. And then there's the guy in spandex and heavy artillery plastered all over the building. And I'm pretty sure it's not just me that's seeing them. I don't know if he's supposed to be somebody I'm supposed to look for or stay away from or if he's coming to town to do birthday parties or what. ...Although anybody who carries loaded guns to a birthday party should have their head examined. People who would pay for that, too. So...some help? I'm a little lost confused scared lost.

I'm sorry to tell you all, those that care. I know there are many of you.

Corbinian is dead.

The decision made at the meeting he assembled stands. Look forward to more on the topic.