Musings

[locked to l. yasir]
Don't kill me. I kissed Evie yesterday when we were spackling the wall. I'm [...] asking her father for permission to court her. Date her. Call on her. Whatever it is young people do these days when they're interested in each other.


[The handwritten letter is delivered to Benedict by the footman personally, shortly after noon. The letter is written on crisp white paper in an elegant calligraphy that speaks of old-world penmanship.]

Mr. B. Sablier,

I would like to seek your permission to begin courting your daughter, Evangeline. If you wish to arrange for an interview, please contact me at your earliest convenience.

Sincerely,
S. Djaevelen

[Public Post]

I hope everyone is doing relatively as well as can be expected. I'm pretty spry, so if anyone needs help fixing things let me know. Have tools will help. ;-)

[Filtered to S. Djaevelen]

What state is your apartment in, is it livable? Can I come over maybe? I want to see where you live. Or if it's not a good place to stay right now you and Cora can still stay here with me us.

[Filtered to L. Yasir]

Still job hunting? Keep in mind the last time you threatened to leave me for a real job notzombies attacked.

[Text to Benedict Sablier]

Papa. Something horrible has happened.

[Email to E. Pride]

Mr. Pride,

Your teacup has survived the notzombie notpocalypse, have you? If so I'd still like to drop it off to you, because while it survived the notzombies, I can surely guarantee that it will not survive long in my care. I can hear it calling "save me!" from the high up cupboard where I can't reach it. My Papa is smart to keep things out of my reach.

Sincerely,

Evangeline Sablier

[Text to H. Radcliffe]

Do you want to sleep over?

[sent Friday afternoon]

Did you make it back to Bathos? Is it still safe? Aubade is safer.

Stuck at the office. You at home? I have a friend on the seventh floor, told her to see you if you're in.

[locked to e. sablier]
Don't go outside without Lucien or me with you. Please. I couldn't stand to think you were hurt.

[locked to l. yasir]
Are you still a fair hand with a sword? The National Guard isn't doing enough to keep these people safe, and I You're the only one I'd trust at my back out there, and beheading kills almost anything.

I really dislike this thing. Evie's infatuation with the internet makes no sense at all.

Now that less of my time is being taken up by looking after incorrigible troublesome blonde girls with no sense of self-restraint or compassion for a man's nerves and/or pride personal matters, I find myself looking for work.

I don't suppose anyone's in the market for personal security?