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[Locked to Clementine M]

I'd like to speak to you if you've a moment.

[Anon: Public]

I have your [...] religious symbol.

[Clem M: as Irene A]

What is it you lost?

[Clementine M]

Hi, honey. I'm back.

[Cris M]

I'm back. Is Sam okay?

[Public]

I have someone's baby blanket and a stuffed animal, I'd like to give it back to where it belongs. Does anyone have

[Wren H]

Did you find your rings?

Someone missing themselves some green goop in a vial? It don't look FDA approved, whatever the damn thing is.

[Locked to Cris M]

[During this.] Cerise, she acting real funny with you any?

[After this, she copies Martin's suggestion word for word. There is punctuation and everything.]

Don't wanna be alone right now.

I've always despised the phrase "like father, like son".

I do not want to be like my father.

I want to be more than my father could ever dream of.

[Locked to Declan M]
I know you ain't concerned in the slightest, and you wouldn't worry over me, not even a lick, but I'm getting moved to protective custody. Think that might mean no working til they tire of watching over us like hawks, and reckoned you might notice my pretty face missing round the firehouse.

[Locked to James B & Matt M]
Getting moved into protective custody. You two make sure that apartment gets cleaned some while I'm away. And toss out the food gone bad. And both of you shower regular.

[Clementine M]

What did you say to Cris, Clementine?

[Locked to Cerise S & Cris M]
[After this.]

They just called me on down to 1PP. Either of you got any notion why?

[Clementine M]

Active duty looks better and better every day.

[After this, the post is deleted.] [Locked separately to Louis D, Daniel W, Penny R, Trystan C, Cerise S, Marta F, Seven M, Joseph W, Peggy C, Luke H, & Clem M (all including Sam A)]
Who are you?

[In-person: Sam A/Cris M]
[From their booth, he just taps his iPad with two fingers.] Done.

[Proactive.]

A small encounter only, not meant for the world's viewing. Be not alarmed nor [er] feel some necessity to educate me on street lights and phone videos.

Who: Clementine M, Declan M, Irene A
What: A ball. ~Distraction.
When: Post-tiny plot, post-Daniel-seeking
Warnings: TBD: nothing expected

( The party had no cause, or purpose beyond a celebration. It was not precisely fashionable, because fashionable was boring, but it was exciting and so everyone in town beyond the boring had turned up )

[She ain't heard 'bout Stone getting any eyeballs delivered, and she ain't got a clue folks have been putting things together 'bout burnings and body parts coming, so Clementine, she doesn't make the connection between the burnings and the tongue. Far as she knows, they ain't heard a peep from their serial since last month. This post comes on the heels of 20 hours of questioning, looking through photo lineups, and canvasing. See, Hell's Kitchen PD, they reckon there's a live girl out there being tortured, and finding her's first priority. News runs stories, and folks come out with flashlights to scour alleys and corners, shops and flophouses, all looking for a missing girl. No composite, nothing much to go on, and DNA hit still pending, and there's a whole lot of nothing after a long damn day, a few hours for resting before it all starts up again come morning. And Clementine, she misses her folks fierce right 'bout then.]

[Locked to Penny R]
Know what I miss most bout home?

[It comes to the FDNY in Hell's Kitchen, wrapped all neat and tidy in white paper with her name on the front, printed out from a computer. It's delivered by a private courier, no return address and no name given to identify the sender, but the courier? It's different than the last gift that was sent.

The gift is different too. A couple of cold packs are in there, generic gel things that could be bought at any drug store on any block, still holding onto the cold to protect the contents therein. And there, nestled between those packs, a small tupperware container. Opened, one might start to wonder if it was a piece of meat inside. But further examination shows so much more horror.

A tongue.

Human.

Neatly severed at the base and larger than one might have thought.

It's fresh, only a couple of hours since it was severed from its host, and examination will show that its owner was still very much alive at the time of removal.

There's no note, no fingerprints to speak of other than that of the courier.

Another cold trail it seems.]

[Call to Sylvie M]
[Early evening, while sitting in her bus and waiting on the next call. She ain't got a real reason for reaching out, and it sure ain't melancholy or anything even some like that. She's being sisterly, she reckons, clear over in Queens for no good reason. Ring.]

[Delivered to Declan M]
[Perfectly tailored to his measurements, even down to the shoes.]

[Pepper P]

Hi there, Ms. Potts.

[Clementine M]

I called out from work with a family emergency, I figure in a week or so I'll kill off a relative and buy a little more time to try and help you friends if I can.

But more importantly....

I feel like we are at the point in our relationship where I can tell you that I've been wondering and thinking that you might be having some feelings. All kinds of feelings, probably some shit ones as of late. Me too.

So. I, Dr. Penny Ross, have devised an alternative solution.

Please welcome....

From the woman who made eating your feelings fun again....

Penny's Fried Peach Pies

[Cris M]

Hey.

[Left for Clementine M - at the Fire House]

Homemade Coffee and Vanilla Soap Scubs With a note: Hope you enjoy this one! First batch from the new apartment kitchen - ought to use it for something! Thanks again for all your help! - Evie

[Left for Mikey C - at the Fire House]

Manly Beer Soap and a little something extra just because - Homemade Aftershave too. And a note: I'd tell you I'd bottled pirate smell, but that sounded less appealing once I thought about it for a minute. Thanks for all your help, matey. Arrrgh. - Evie

[Text to to Wren H]

Image 1 and Image 2.

We're making progress! I got creative. And a big discount on fabric and the landlady gave me a bunch of rugs.

I made you some more conditioner.