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[gothicgambit]

[For you or for me? She almost asks.]

Will you ever stop treating me like a child? I am older than you, physically at least.

[youngtimer]

It's not that I'm treating you like a child, it's more like I don't appreciate her treating this as a hook-up opportunity. There. Y'happy?

[gothicgambit]

[She is. If the instant glinting satisfaction in her eyes and almost feral turn of her smile. Oh no- winding up Five is surprisingly fun, and that might get her in trouble. She decides to disengage before she makes it worse and he kicks her out. The nerve is noted though, with a careful kind of precision that she tucks away to take out and examine under better lighting later.]

Because I upset you? That would be childish.

[Celeste moves to stand, but puts her palms on the table to lean forward as she does.]

I'd best get shopping then, if expectations are so high. Good day, dear. Dolores.

[She half-bows to the mannequin and makes her exit.]

9/7, 2am <fenrir>

[dead_eyed_wolf]

this is a deadman’s switch message
i went on kind of a dangerous errand
i’m sorry if i miss any shifts
i should be back soon but i didn’t want you to worry.

[youngtimer]

You see that? "Dear".

[his nostrils flare a little and he rounds on her.]

You know what? I think you get your own room, now, Dolores.

[he picks her up and whirls toward the back of the room, opening the neglected linen closet and dumping her unceremoniously inside on the pile of sheets and towels.]

Got all the amenities.

[and with that, he's going to make himself a pitcher of margaritas. or two. or three. anything to drown both her and the prospect of an impending ... dare he even - no. he won't even THINK the word 'date'. fuck that. it's intel. that's all it is. ever. forever. there's no chance of that for him, not ever, not now, not before, not anymore. and how dare that lump of molded vinyl and paint even think of teasing him with the hope of it?]

Jealous bitch.

<WhiteWizard> O L D yikes...I'm super sorry Dx

[softspokenlandlord]

Temps Commission?

Ah...we let the woman go, after giving her the footage. Atem wouldn't hurt an innocent, and I doubt that she could, or would have wanted to, do anything that might hurt us. She seemed like a good person caught in a bad situation. If I had been able to at the time, I would have felt terribly sorry for her.

Sometimes...Bavan reminds me of Domino City. There's some pretty terrible people there too, who take advantage of the weak.

10/5, late evening, cw; drugs

[softspokenlandlord]

So you know a lot, right?

Do you know how to make marijuana edible? I have some and smoking it sounds terrible but this is supposed to relax you, right? If you're unaware, that's okay, just...direct me to the nearest professional before I

[Bite my boyfriend's face off?

Cry in a corner about how hard my life is?

Wildly dissociate as the memories of my death resurface?]

do something stupid.

god this is old - lmk on Plurk if you just wanna handwave

[youngtimer]

Whatever caused this, I'm sure you did what you had to do.
I just want the story when you get back. If it was important to you, it might be important to me too.

sorry this is so late! <3

[youngtimer]

[is he concerned about Ryou? yes. is his favorite way to help people cope with their emotions contingent upon enabling? absolutely.]

Yeah, I know how. It's a little tricky to get just right the first time but if you bring it to the Lucky I can help. We've got the food processor you'd need in the kitchen.

hard same, no worries <3

[youngtimer]

Any city or town has that dynamic to it if you look long and hard enough, even the white-picket-fence ones. But you did the right thing for that woman, and I'm glad. Some of the humans here really are the true monsters.

[this is where he usually ramps up into talking about Her, about the Fog, but he knows Ryou isn't a fan of that talk, so he dials back, realizing he has a convenient segue]

But yeah, the Temps Commission - they're the ones I worked with for a while back home, that pulled me out of the apocalypse. They really liked people who knew how to assess and manipulate a situation, because a lot of the time, that was the way they made time do what they figured it should. Make sure certain key events still happened. Either you manipulated people into playing their role in history, or you killed someone who might have kept them from it.

I was usually the one they'd send in with the sniper rifle.

i always welcome ya boy with open arms

[dead_eyed_wolf]

[it's several hours before a reply comes, and when it does, it's off.]

Hi.
I didn't die but I won't be able to work for a bit. I'm sorry for the trouble.
Riley's therapist was hurting her.
I went to deal with him.
It kind of ended in a draw.

<3

[youngtimer]

He what? The bastard. Let me know if you go in for round two, I can be backup.

I don't know her well - I think we got off on the wrong foot somehow? - but it doesn't matter, that's disgusting.

Do you need anything taken care of while you're out of commission?

[dead_eyed_wolf]

He was making her worse. And telling secrets to Aunamee.
She told me not to try again. But thank you.

I didn't mean to worry everyone. I thought it would be an easy fight but that was stupid. I lost the other eye so I can't do much right now but I'm okay. Celeste gave me painkillers and I have lots of food if I need it.

[youngtimer]

Aunamee. I haven't personally met the bastard, only talked to him briefly under an alias to protect myself. I've heard he's one of the few giving the Fog's cause a bad name. Dangerous. The kind of guy with nothing to lose, or at least someone who doesn't care if he does lose anything.

If the therapist was sharing Riley's secrets with him, it's safe to say that he'll tell him about you, too. I know I don't have to tell you to be careful.

[dead_eyed_wolf]

Aunamee has been harassing Riley for months.
I won't go after him or anyone alone like that again. I know he's dangerous. But I'm not afraid of him.

I'll keep getting stronger, so you don't need to worry.

[youngtimer]

Fucking bastard. It's not my business to ask how, not unless I have the balls to ask her myself. I still might, to see if she needs anyone else in her corner.

Trust me, if there's one thing I don't worry about, it's your strength and your determination.

[dead_eyed_wolf]

[oh. that's nice. there's a sort of warm flicker in her chest.]

Thank you.
I think I have to rest for a while but I promise I'll keep you in the loop. I'm sorry for leaving you with all the work for a little.

early november, in the physical mail

[boneshears]

[In the mail that comes with the dawn, there is a package.]

[It's neatly wrapped in brown paper and tied with string, and the address and the recipient's name is picked out so neatly on the front of the parcel that you'd almost think it was printed, and not merely the sender's handwriting. Below the layers of paper and string there is a cotton wrapped notebook, carefully hand bound in pale leather, tattooed with delicate filigree patterns and filled with extremely high quality paper. The only thing accompanying the notebook is a note in the same exceedingly neat hand.]

Use it well.

-GM

[youngtimer]

Don't worry about it. Dick and I can handle whatever we get. I'm hoping to get a few new hires soon. But we can talk about that later. Go on, get your rest. It isn't like I"m going anywhere.

Saaame ffh. Slow is ok with me tho!

[softspokenlandlord]

[Oh thank god. Ryou just does not want to be in the apartment right now. He's not feeling too great, and being away from Atem would actually be helpful at this point. Then again...what if Horatio's busy? He ought to double-check.]

The Lucky really does have everything doesn't it? :)

Is now a good time? Or would you prefer to do this another day?

[youngtimer]

Now's fine. I can meet you at the door and we'll head on back. Bring it with you, just don't carry a neon sign that says I Have Weed in great big letters to go with it.

<chimera> CALENDAR THEME

[boneshears]

Thanks for taking part in the pin up calendar! Your theme is: MARCH / MAIDS

[action]

[boneshears]

[There's a hammering on Horatio's door. There's been a hammering every few days for the last 2 weeks from Gabriel alone, who's noticed messages going unanswered and things in the casino Five usually handled going undone or covered by the others. He's going to find out if he's alive, most importantly. Questions about the manticore's now blind eye would go unanswered. He'd check how he was doing now that the woman from his home universe was gone. He'd... Seen the name on the gravestone when he'd gone looking for Horatio.]

Horatio? Five? You alive in there?

[A pause.]

I don't wanna break your door in, but I will if I have to.

< VersaillesWitch> [PRIVATE]

[gothicgambit]

[Several messages sit unread in Horatio's inbox. Each dated as follows.]

11-5 4:23 pm
I'm stopping by that cafe near the apartments, shall I be permitted to keep my tea if I purchase you a scone?

11-7 7:48 pm
Horatio. You haven't appeared at work in three days nor will you answer your door. If this is some idea of a joke it is not very funny. If I find you are that drunk I will be extremely displeased.

11-14 4:12 am
Horatio. Five. Please.

11-14 4:13 am
You can't disappear. I swear to god you can't fucking do that to me.

11-20 4:00 pm
Just forget it. Let me know when you get back.

for reaction's sake only because I love you and you deserve this

[youngtimer]

[Horatio knows what he's signed up for. It's going to be ridiculous no matter what. But when he opens the message and sees that single word in capslock, his throat clutches a little and his eyebrows raise.

him, a SERVANT, of all things. so much bullshit. he rakes a hand back through his hair and holds it there at the base of his skull for a moment as he leans back in his chair and stares at it.

He's glad he opened it in his office. If Dolores could see it she'd be laughing her head off, and he really doesn't need any more reasons for her to needle him. Especially not now that he realizes who would be the perfect person to help him find a costume...]

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shit.