Musings

[locked to D. Hockney]
Can you run a background check for me, poppet?

[locked to L. Hartwig]
I miss our "come to Jesus" talks, dove. How are you?

Zombies: 1/2, Olivia: 3.

Phone is dying. The Queen is injured, and though I have treated her wound as best I can, she may be going into shock.

Food: gone. Contaminated.

It's so QUIET.

except for the screaming in my head



Anyone, please...if you can read this, send assistance. I cannot leave her.

The Seattle Opera House attic.

The plants are all screaming, why are they--

[Adam gets his hands on his smart phone sometime mid-morning Sunday. He posts without hesitation because the Vicoprofen for his foot has removed any filter he has.]

So. So thisd weekend ewith the zombies one had a hurt leg and i nammed his Shuffles but tdhen he broke my foot and it was sad. I feel sad fof the Shuffles. I will always remember him and his gumpy leg and how funny it was until be broked my footr and I named him Suffles. have you named your zombies yet because i think they just want maybe nam,es and then they'd be nicer to us.

Update:

National Guard has begun genetic testing on all bite victims brought in. They have also been given results that show genetic similarities between cannibalistic subjects (Reavers?) and some of the bite victims that have been quarantined. Those victims are considered "infected" and have been quarantined further.

There has been discussion among the Guard of methods of containing and eradicating the "infection".

If there's anyone out there that's been bitten, avoid the N.G. at all costs. Things are escalating here.

To the delightful masked woman who tried to stop my heart:

I never leave a job half finished.

Ever yours,
The Sadist

[In Liesel's apartment, upon her bedside table, a bit of rosemary in flower just starts growing, for no apparent reason.

And on her kitchen table, the same thing is happening with pansies. They're not damaging the wood or materials of the tables in any way.

They're just there.]

[Ring]

Liesel? I've only just arrived, and I should like to visit with you. I have missed you ever so much.

If someone knows Liesel Hartwig personally, could you tell me where her apartment is? I would like to come and visit her.


[a few minutes later, the query disappears from public view]

( ooc )

Hello good people of Seattle!

I need real recommendations for the best clubs in the area ASAP.

Strike that.

Let's make them "reviews" - glowing, mediocre, was-amazing-a-decade-ago. You get the picture. I don't trust Google and its questionable reviews and ratings any farther than I can throw them and my assistant's on strike regarding alcohol establishment reviews. I won't even bother asking about the coffee. I don't want to start a war.

Things I'm over:

Taylor the Latte Boy (I don't need a man. There is the satisfaction of providing your public with a vision of true beautology, true sytlisity, - how can I put it? – true glamorositude, and that will serve me just fine!)

The man at the dog park who won't pick up when his dog goes poo (its called having manners, if moi can do it...toi can do it.)

Starbucks (Taylor ruined it for everyone)


Things I'm new at:

singing songs with strangers (please see below, I think it went well),

Seattle's Best Coffee (my latte girl is Karen and she's sweet as pie and likes to sing too)

Wednesday's off (thank you Jimmy I had a very exciting night in, singing with my dogs and eating my weight in caramels out with wonderfully fabulous girlfriends)


Things I'll never get over:

My dogs (Muffin and Cooper, your mommy loves you),

singing, playing piano, tap dancing, and new hats.

Eating my feelings (never eat more than you can lift)

Motto this week: Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye.

( Miss Penny live at the Magic Store with some guy named George who may or may not be her insurance agent )

[Locked to J. Corvus]
I sent her a riddle she seemed to enjoy, and I received a thermometer and measure of her temperature for the trouble. So that was excellent advise on your part. [...] I also had this very bizarre dream about her.

[Public]
Is anyone here interested in going to Temple with me tomorrow? I feel the need to be a good Jewish boy to say thanks for that crazy dream.

Ever hear of Penny Markovicz, Miss Hartwig?

And how are you today, Miss Hartwig?

[posted shortly after the Seattle Times article]

...That poor man.
My prayers are with his family.

Seattle... isn't such a nice place to live anymore.

[locked to a. morgenstern]

I request your assistance.
...What do you know about The Magic Store, pray tell?

Oh boy, here goes

Dear Miss Hartwig,

We've not spoken before but my name is Jim Whitmire. You might have seen my abuse of forum posts before, concerning the theater that I run. The Magic Store happens to be an eclectic collection of Creations who work together to put on the best entertainment they can. We're known for our skits, situational comedy, and our ghost. Or two, considering what happened to a recent - bad idea Jim Recently we hosted a guest act and found our numbers rising. I know you're in high demand, even though you've recently gone on hiatus, but I was wondering if you'd be interesting in participating at the Magic Store?

Thanks for your time,

Jim Whitmire

[ Ring ]

[Locked to A. Morgenstern]

I've just heard some rather intriguing news about a donation to a run-down theatre. Tacky little place, called The Magic Store. You wouldn't know anything about it, would you?

My thanks to everyone who left flowers outside my door at last night's performance. It has been a truly phenomenal run, I appreciate your support. To the witless asshole who booed, I will be seeing you soon. You are wrong to think I can't see from the stage.

To the families of those poor children attacked at the weekend, you are in my prayers. I hope for their speedy recovery.

Also, this would be a great time to tell you I will be taking a break from mainstream theatre. I need some time to myself.

Take care.