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someone missing a wallet?

old.

leather.

theres a picture of some little girl in pointe shoes inside. shes kinda adorable, just saying.

[Posted anonymously.]

Have a collar for someone. Came in a package.

I have--um, blood? Is anyone missing [...] blood?

[Locked to Rhys]

im bored and off work tomorrow. care to give a girl directions to pandora?

[Peter P]

Hey, Spidey.

[Public]

Thinking about joining the circus again. Heard they're better about medical benefits.

[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.]

[Locked to Alexander M]

so

i have a hypothetical q for you.

[Clementine, she rented herself a big old truck in garish red for the drive out to Saranac Lake.

It was only a few hours out, but the bag sitting in the passenger's seat made it real clear that Clementine intended to stay a spell. Her work schedule was clear as crystal for the weekend, and she reckoned some time away might do some good. She was real tired of dead blonde girls, and she was real tired of folks going off and losing themselves in doors, and she was real tired of heroic menfolk that disappeared without a peep.

She'd already decided to move back on home, to her place in Hell's Kitchen. No point staying where Matt and Bucky were, not if Matt was moving around plenty. Clementine, she wasn't much worried about danger in her own apartment, not with the glass fixed and a real good alarm installed. She'd been antsy some since seeing Joy, wanting her own space back and something like centering. Her life wasn't on over in Queens, and her life wasn't Graham and Shane anymore. They had their own things sussed, and she wasn't real good at being an accessory to other folks' loving.

So, getting away some would be nice. It would give her time to think, and she hadn't seen Sylvie since they were all small, and she reckoned that might be nice too. Might be, because one never could tell with Murphys.

It was long-since dark by the time she pulled up in front of the cabin. She hauled her bag out and hitched it on her shoulder, and walked toward the door in snug denim and plaid.]

apparently my coworkers arent amused by the suggestion of puppet shows during the night shift.

can someone order them a sense of humour? pls and ty.

well isnt this fun.