Musings

[after this]

[text to J. Warda]
Where the hell are you? Stay out of this mess and indoors.

[text to C. Chadbourne]
Are you in the club? We're shutting the doors. No one leaves.

[text to G. Ulrikson]
Lock the place down. No one leaves, no one comes in unless we're sure they're safe. Stay at the door.

(a second message to Gunnar, a few seconds later)

Except for Mike. He comes and goes as he wants, but call me the second he shows up.

Hi,

I'm Charlie and I've only been here a week so I'm still finding my way around but I haven't been able to find a decent place to get food that isn't going to make me sick on repeated consumption. Does anyone know of a place, or a few places, that knows that a vegetable is? Or maybe somewhere that runs cooking classes? I guess it's about time I learned properly. Thanks for your help.

[...] I need your gift-giving advice.

My brother is missing.

He's 5'8'' and kind of stocky. He had dark hair, but I believe he shaved it off. Blue eyes, lots of scars on his face and bod. He's broken his nose several times and it hasn't healed right. The way he speaks is very distinctive and simple.

If you've seen him, please let me know. I can't do much in way of payment, but I can't lose anyone else.

[sometime after this.]

ugh, i... I'm heading over to the Versimilitude. If anyone else would like to join me to see if it stops these memories from happening, the Academy is providing transportation for anyone who'd like to go as well.

Do you have anyone who can help a telepath? I need this to stop now.

You people are so easy to control. Tell me, did anyone do anything they regret terribly while their inhibitions were gone? Just think, I can play you all like a puppet on a string any time I want. Who were your lovers with last night? Do you even know?

I wanted to thank you for sending those pies over, they were delicious. And I'm a terrible cook, so I think you may have saved Ruby from starvation.

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.

Is it normal for people to leave food on your doorstep here? This did not happen in Detroit.


[FILTER: J. CORVUS]
Do you have a girlf know where the two pies came from?

[OOC: Added after this.] Um, nevermind. Who's Cherrie?

[A picnic basket is left in front of the door. Inside is an apple pie, covered with cheesecloth, and beneath it is tupperware filled with shepherd's pie. There is no note.]

[Facepalming heavily after reading the paper.]

Hypothetically speaking, if you were still having problems with Dante, you would not write about it to a sex columnist in the Seattle Times, right? Hypothetically speaking.

[private to C. Chadbourne]
I don't remember seeing you at the ball. Were you there, and are you all ri did you suffer any lasting ill effects?
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[private to P. Barnes]
I do hope your sister is feeling better, doll.
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Brigs, darling, I had no luck at all finding you in the crowd. Consider this my public compliment for a well-done party.

I remember a while back there was some talk about an Academy? Is there anyone who can fill me in or actually attends it?

[After this.]

It has come to my attention that there seems to be a strange, prevailing notion that I am dead. I am here to tell you that, well.

Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.

[ This forum message is posted two hours after the "Vigilantes and the Women who Love Them" special concludes. ]

Better question for vigilantes is why. Why are all attempts to enforce good perverted? Must question why world even worth saving when men who risk their lives become sex objects for herpes-starved whores. Media feeds the masses homogenized pap that creates aura of mystery about death and decay. Corruption is not the glamorous ideal these women think it is. Risking life not a "noble act" worthy of poetry and love letters. Society backwards.

Vigilantes not necessary if not for corruption. We are not shining knights chasing off dragons. We are symptoms of a fatal disease. Before putting men in masks up on pedestals, ask yourselves: why are they even here? Answer that. See the decay.

I'd like to thank everyone who goes into Phantasia and tips their waitress. We don't get bad wages, but it's always nice to know you're appreciated for that little extra smile. It also gets you some better service. We never forget a tipper. You should also tip the bartenders. They have to sit around and listen to you talk all night about your problems, so why not give them a little extra for takin' in your troubles and keeping your glasses full?