Communications

(Delivered to the club during inventory hours. he had it commissioned or something, idek)

always, i wanna be with you, make believe with you and live in harmony, harmony...

[Text Message to the Doctor]
>> Rory and I are getting married tomorrow, and we want you to be there.

[Identical Text Messages to Fingon and Maedhros]
>> Getting married tomorrow. Please say you'll come.
>> Need my Internet Daddies to give me away.

Hellooooo, dear!

I cleaned out my coat pockets and guess what I found? I found two diamond rings (likely cubic zirconia!), a credit card (likely cancelled by now!), wads of dollar bills and five incredibly cheap looking watches. Gasp. I feel dirty and criminal now!

Not even a fruity drink is helping and that's why I believe we should get thee hence to Colorado and get these strange dream things out of my head gator wrestle soon. If not that, then some other adventure that doesn't involve riding robot unicorns while dressed as French highwaymen, robbing people stuck in traffic on a freeway or at traffic lights. I do miss the mounts Aredhel gave us, though. Insert man pout face, here.

But enough of robot unicorn-related sorrow! What say you? :D

>> Look what I found!
>> Lets do this, ok?
>> It'll be handy if we're lost in a swamp!
>> BTW? I want to go to a swamp. :D
>> I've never been to one!
>> It'll be FUN.

[Private to Fingon and Maedhros, aka MyTwoDads]
I'm home and safe and had a wonderful time. You can put the polearms away.

I don't want to get ahead of myself, but I think this one might be a keeper.

[Private to Rory Williams]
I've decided you need to take me out again. Who'd have thought Mini Golf would be so entertaining?

Edited to Add: If some guy named Fingon starts talking to you about grandchildren, I want you to know that it was ENTIRELY his idea.