Musings

[evening of this]

Hey rock-star -- if you can ditch the entourage for a night, I'll show you the parts of Seattle the groupies won't find you. I'm of a mind to do some serious drinking, so put on your leather pants, don't pretend you've got anything better to do and join me.

I'd like to request some assistance with a serious issue I'm struggling to deal with. If someone from the police or with connections to mental health facilities could get back to me, I would appreciate it.

[Locked to T Sable]
Going on a short tour, T. Can't be helped. Try not to provoke V while I'm away. Record me something. Key to the apartment left with the doorman in your name. Recorder left on top of the piano. It may be that when the angels go about their task praising God, they play only Bach. I am sure, however, that when they are together en famille they play Mozart.

[Locked to V Graves]
Going out of town. Behave.

[Locked to G Ackers]
I'm going to be gone for a few weeks, G. No internet access. Take care of T for me.

[After the third mural]

To the artist,

Well done darling. How do we make you famous, hmmm?

[Posted publicly.]

Creations Only.

Available positions for persons with experience or expertise in the following individual fields:

1) Financial Management
2) Human Law
3) Youth Education
4) Creation Ability Training and/or Understanding
5) Security
6) Construction and Repair
7) Hospitality

Please comment for an introductory interview with your experience, and send your resume to "gracewater.e@theacademy.edu".

So I say to my manager, "Don't book me in one of these bumfuck little nowhere towns again sweetheart, or I'll pull your eyes out of your head with my nails." And he says, "Get the fuck over yourself V, it's just a show in bumfuck nowhere." And I kindly inform him that if the place doesn't have anything resembling civilization or coffee shops or nightclubs, I'm simply not interested. But he schedules us in bumfuck, nowhere anyway, and we kill, of course, because what else is there to do aside from coming to see us play the devil's music? Count corn in the fields? Stare lustfully at one's sister? Please.

My point being, the manager might be right in the sense that they like us, but not in the sense that bumfuck, nowhere is a place I want to be. Is that so difficult to understand? The fans do get cute though, like gleeful little puppies. I sort of love that.

Where was I going with this? Ah, yes.

Sweets, you can call me V. Treat me kingly and don't be unkind and we shan't have problems.

Compliments and respects to all my fellow Creations, familiar faces and otherwise -- I hope that you are faring well! Whether or not that be the case, I would like to suggest a visit to my fine establishment, where our exquisite meals and exemplary service will not disappoint you. Within Seattle’s fine dining industry, Centro remains an icon. In operation since 1986, the restaurant has undergone a complete overhaul since I took over as owner and general manager a mere eighteen months ago. If you will allow me to boast for a moment, the consistency of Centro’s new management and loyal employees has led to the cultivation of ongoing relationships with our faithful customers and remarkable recognition within the community.

Glance over our new menu! Today, we’re making special efforts to live up to our place amongst the great culinary institutions in this city. We are proud to unveil an updated, modern look in our recently renovated dining room. We have also hired an exciting new chef, a celebrated talent who shares in our commitment to pride and professionalism. Our veteran employees proudly uphold our uncompromising service orientation, and our renowned wine list has a maximum markup of 125% in our efforts to bring you the highest quality at the greatest value.

Through what we’ve changed and what we’ve kept the same, Centro continues to serve our loyal customer base while also attracting first-time patrons who are attracted to the finest culinary experience Seattle has to offer, at affordable menu prices.

Reservations granted, but not necessary! Oh, and we are always hiring.

Yours,
B. Mercer