Hi.
Can you see this?
Isn't it amazing?
[ he's EXCITED, it's a nice little distraction from everything else ]
Can you see this?
Isn't it amazing?
[ he's EXCITED, it's a nice little distraction from everything else ]
I'm saying they talked before she saw Jayce and then she got wrapped up in seeing him, etc.
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- 2025-04-02 14:52 (UTC) - Expandtime is a weird soup, always reorganize however it makes sense 4 u
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- 2025-04-02 15:03 (UTC) - ExpandHow much longer do you think you will be sleeping out there?
[ It's not like they don't see each other at all, but -
it's lonely, sleeping alone. ]
[ It's not like they don't see each other at all, but -
it's lonely, sleeping alone. ]
[ There's a few minutes' pause. Maybe she's sleeping...? But, no, the tell-tale typing dots appear soon enough. She stares at the screen in the dark, typing and retyping. ]
I can come back. I just don't want to keep waking you.
[ And she doesn't want to hurt him, if she ends up in Full Shift again. ]
I can come back. I just don't want to keep waking you.
[ And she doesn't want to hurt him, if she ends up in Full Shift again. ]
I won't be back to the room later, I'm staying with Viktor tonight.
He's okay, right now. He went to the wellness center for a health check. But he may need to make some decisions soon and
[ He took too long figuring out what to write, and still couldn't finish it. ]
He's okay, right now. He went to the wellness center for a health check. But he may need to make some decisions soon and
[ He took too long figuring out what to write, and still couldn't finish it. ]
[ She hates that it cuts off. The space leaves so much to the imagination and she can only guess the worst. Jayce will see the tell-tale typing symbols almost immediately after he sends, so she is awake and is reading. They stop for a moment, then try again. And again.
and we're not sure what will happen
and it could change everything ]
I'm glad you're there beside him.
[ It's what she told him before, when all of this started. When he told her Viktor was dying. Mel wishes she hadn't offered him a seat on the council; then, at least, he'd have had more time. And now... ]
I'm glad you're there beside him.
[ It's what she told him before, when all of this started. When he told her Viktor was dying. Mel wishes she hadn't offered him a seat on the council; then, at least, he'd have had more time. And now... ]
I presume Jayce has already told you of my plans.
[Toward the end of the month, a package shows up at Mel's room, left right by the door. No note that it's for her or anything, so if Jayce opens it, whoops.
Wrapped in paper is a robe: made of fine fabrics and similar in style to a haori, the garment is entirely hand-sewn, and even features a few embroidered birds hidden along the sleeve. The hems are finished, the seams are pressed - someone had a lot of time on their hands to make this. Unfortunately, it is sized for someone several inches taller than Mel: the maker had to do some guesswork, given he never saw what she looks like when she's not a bird. For all he knows, her original form is now as monstrous as he's turning out to be.
He's had a slight change of heart in regards to helping her, and this is a sign of good faith - not that the robe can tell anyone that. It's a robe, made for someone who could probably stand to have some clothing that works with monstrous features.]
Wrapped in paper is a robe: made of fine fabrics and similar in style to a haori, the garment is entirely hand-sewn, and even features a few embroidered birds hidden along the sleeve. The hems are finished, the seams are pressed - someone had a lot of time on their hands to make this. Unfortunately, it is sized for someone several inches taller than Mel: the maker had to do some guesswork, given he never saw what she looks like when she's not a bird. For all he knows, her original form is now as monstrous as he's turning out to be.
He's had a slight change of heart in regards to helping her, and this is a sign of good faith - not that the robe can tell anyone that. It's a robe, made for someone who could probably stand to have some clothing that works with monstrous features.]
[ It's beautiful craftsmanship. She can guess who it's from, though there's nothing to say it's from him at all. It's roomy, too, and that's a boon: there is plenty of room to accommodate the new growths of feathers as they come in while allowing her to actually have something to wear. She takes in all of the expert work done on it, realizing he truly undersold himself...but perhaps that had been the point. One can't be too cautious, after all.
She has it for perhaps twenty minutes before she realizes there is 1) no return address and 2) no other method of contact. Likely intentional...
For Pom, he may notice when he is next in the Valentia that there is a small watercolor painting of a bird (without the gold markings). In Mel's flowing script, she's written:
Thank you. It's beautiful.
There is fabric for you when you want it.
And while she could be petty and force him to have to speak with her, she's left it outside of her room, wound up oh-so-carefully in a bag from the shop. It's not much, just two bolts, but would be enough to make some oversized garments for someone. The first is a light green color, fairly plain and nothing fancy. The other is purple, actually, but in a deeper shade than his hair color. She's included some basic thread, similar to what's been used on the garment he gave her. She...didn't get too much, wasn't sure if it was even something that would help, but it's there. No note, again. The picture will have to do. ]
She has it for perhaps twenty minutes before she realizes there is 1) no return address and 2) no other method of contact. Likely intentional...
For Pom, he may notice when he is next in the Valentia that there is a small watercolor painting of a bird (without the gold markings). In Mel's flowing script, she's written:
Thank you. It's beautiful.
There is fabric for you when you want it.
And while she could be petty and force him to have to speak with her, she's left it outside of her room, wound up oh-so-carefully in a bag from the shop. It's not much, just two bolts, but would be enough to make some oversized garments for someone. The first is a light green color, fairly plain and nothing fancy. The other is purple, actually, but in a deeper shade than his hair color. She's included some basic thread, similar to what's been used on the garment he gave her. She...didn't get too much, wasn't sure if it was even something that would help, but it's there. No note, again. The picture will have to do. ]
(( Event-related, but forward dated to mid-late June, sometime after explorers reach and begin investigating the Area Where Kelesis Isn't. ))
I want to try and send a communication into Kelesis. Or the area where Kelesis is supposed to be, anyway. Are you somewhat up-to-date on that whole thing? People are reacting to it differently, but it comes down to the fact that there's some kind of magic/psychic/illusion barrier around Kelesis preventing anyone from approaching it.
I would like to send a communication basically declaring that we (the Augmented) come in peace and that we're a bit more of an unaffiliated third party, so that if they don't want to talk to Karteria, maybe they'll talk to us. I assume that their barrier is to keep strangers out, but I'd also like to offer help to them, just in case the barrier is something that befell them.
I got some foam arrows. The plan is to wrap a few copies of a letter around the arrows and shoot them into the city at different points. Since we otherwise can't get close enough to Kelesis to communicate.
Anyway, I drafted up a copy of a letter but ...
Listen, I'm self-aware enough to realize that perhaps I'm not the one to make a good first impression on potential allies.
I think that the letter should be addressed to the people and leaders of Kelesis. We're trying to open diplomatic relations. So I need someone who talks like a politician.
From our very limited interaction, that's you. [ It is, in fact, exactly why he'd gotten so frustrated with her when she'd tried to be helpful on his network post about improving the reputation of the Augmented. She'd been talking PR when he wanted tasks. But now he needs PR. ]
What do you say, want to help ensure that Kelesis' first impression of us isn't me? [ He assumes that her impression of him, uh, isn't great. ]
I want to try and send a communication into Kelesis. Or the area where Kelesis is supposed to be, anyway. Are you somewhat up-to-date on that whole thing? People are reacting to it differently, but it comes down to the fact that there's some kind of magic/psychic/illusion barrier around Kelesis preventing anyone from approaching it.
I would like to send a communication basically declaring that we (the Augmented) come in peace and that we're a bit more of an unaffiliated third party, so that if they don't want to talk to Karteria, maybe they'll talk to us. I assume that their barrier is to keep strangers out, but I'd also like to offer help to them, just in case the barrier is something that befell them.
I got some foam arrows. The plan is to wrap a few copies of a letter around the arrows and shoot them into the city at different points. Since we otherwise can't get close enough to Kelesis to communicate.
Anyway, I drafted up a copy of a letter but ...
Listen, I'm self-aware enough to realize that perhaps I'm not the one to make a good first impression on potential allies.
I think that the letter should be addressed to the people and leaders of Kelesis. We're trying to open diplomatic relations. So I need someone who talks like a politician.
From our very limited interaction, that's you. [ It is, in fact, exactly why he'd gotten so frustrated with her when she'd tried to be helpful on his network post about improving the reputation of the Augmented. She'd been talking PR when he wanted tasks. But now he needs PR. ]
What do you say, want to help ensure that Kelesis' first impression of us isn't me? [ He assumes that her impression of him, uh, isn't great. ]
[ She's read it. It pops up that she does. But it's several minutes later when a message comes through, just because she reads and re-reads the proposal again and again. The foam arrows are...clever, and gets a little laugh out of her. ]
I've recently been down that way. I can make heads or tails of it.
[ Because she can see souls beyond the scope of what they can get to, but he's right; any traditional way of trying to get there is blocked off from them. There's another pause, only because she's reading through again. ]
I'm happy to help. I'm sure your letter will be fine, though, and might even seem more heartfelt. Judging by the people here, I think they'd respond better to that than anything else. But I'll get eyes on your draft, if you'd like. Whatever will help.
I've recently been down that way. I can make heads or tails of it.
[ Because she can see souls beyond the scope of what they can get to, but he's right; any traditional way of trying to get there is blocked off from them. There's another pause, only because she's reading through again. ]
I'm happy to help. I'm sure your letter will be fine, though, and might even seem more heartfelt. Judging by the people here, I think they'd respond better to that than anything else. But I'll get eyes on your draft, if you'd like. Whatever will help.
Edited (grammar, please...) 2025-06-08 00:40 (UTC)
Hi. I had an idea. Forgive my utter lack of artistry.
[Attached is one photo of a sketch, if his crude art skills can be called "sketches" even, of his earnest attempt at a clothing design that is... maybe suspiciously close to the good old gray poncho he defaults to, but with artful slits included for one to use their hands without hiking up the whole thing. There's also a second sketch of the same basic article, but with various arrows and notes about buttons drawn all around it; to keep the bulk of it out of the way when not out in public among the picky Karterians.
He's trying.]
[Attached is one photo of a sketch, if his crude art skills can be called "sketches" even, of his earnest attempt at a clothing design that is... maybe suspiciously close to the good old gray poncho he defaults to, but with artful slits included for one to use their hands without hiking up the whole thing. There's also a second sketch of the same basic article, but with various arrows and notes about buttons drawn all around it; to keep the bulk of it out of the way when not out in public among the picky Karterians.
He's trying.]
[ She has to look at this for a bit. It's quite good, actually, because it at least gives descriptors and arrows for what he's looking for. Mel does some quick sketches of her own, trying to copy what he's done. Fashion isn't her forte either, nor her primary desire to sketch out, but it's a nice challenge to fall into now and again.
Finally: ]
I like it. I appreciate all of the instructions, too; it makes it very clear what you want.
[ She sends a picture of hers over. ]
Like this?
Finally: ]
I like it. I appreciate all of the instructions, too; it makes it very clear what you want.
[ She sends a picture of hers over. ]
Like this?
As much as I hate that this is something I have to convey, I believe a molting is imminent. Don't be alarmed if I am not responsive for a few days.
I have been experiencing intermittent pain and pressure along my ribs, as well. Considering the pattern of our changes and those of others... I expect this to be unpleasant. I've taken appropriate precautions. It should be smoother than it was previously.
[Read: don't fret over him--as if Hubert could force her to not fret over anything.]
I have been experiencing intermittent pain and pressure along my ribs, as well. Considering the pattern of our changes and those of others... I expect this to be unpleasant. I've taken appropriate precautions. It should be smoother than it was previously.
[Read: don't fret over him--as if Hubert could force her to not fret over anything.]
Edited 2025-07-02 03:28 (UTC)
[ Instructions unclear: sounds like she needs to fret more. ]
How can you tell you're going to molt
Does it hurt?
[ Nope, backspacing on those. ]
'Should be.' I'm not far if you need help. I also bought pain killers last time, if you've need of them. And from a reputable pharmacy, before you ask.
Does it hurt?
[ Nope, backspacing on those. ]
'Should be.' I'm not far if you need help. I also bought pain killers last time, if you've need of them. And from a reputable pharmacy, before you ask.
I've a question for you, if you have a moment.
( he doesn't actually know if mel will have an answer for him, but she reminds him of the goldweaver and mydei assumes that means that she'll have -- if not an answer -- a direction to point him towards. )
( he doesn't actually know if mel will have an answer for him, but she reminds him of the goldweaver and mydei assumes that means that she'll have -- if not an answer -- a direction to point him towards. )
Edited 2025-07-09 03:20 (UTC)
[Not long after this visit with Palamedes, Pom's at Mel's door. She's the person with connections, he reasons: she's the one working on the Augmented charity cases, keeping her eyes and ears open for how she can help others, trying to make them look good in the eyes of the city. She should know about this - someone else should know about this, just in case what happened to Astarion happens to someone else... or happens to him.
He can't stop thinking about it; he grinds a bone chip to dust between his teeth as he knocks. It's not a good look, but neither is the rest of him: he's a little disheveled today, frazzled, exhaustion and anxiety wearing equally on his frame.]
You in? It's important. Maybe. Hell, I don't know.
He can't stop thinking about it; he grinds a bone chip to dust between his teeth as he knocks. It's not a good look, but neither is the rest of him: he's a little disheveled today, frazzled, exhaustion and anxiety wearing equally on his frame.]
You in? It's important. Maybe. Hell, I don't know.
[ Mel is, in fact, in.
Even before he's come to the door, it's like she can sense Pom's around. It's not smell, not exactly, but it's that bit of aves sense that says there's a predator. And she only has enough time to actually recognize that at all when he's knocking and she can hear his voice. The window's open on the second floor where she is, so she calls down before she leaves: ]
I'm here. Hold on.
[ It's no time at all until she's at the door. There's an edge in his voice she doesn't like and once she opens that barrier separating them, she can see it on his face. ]
Come in. Are you all right? Are you hurt?
Even before he's come to the door, it's like she can sense Pom's around. It's not smell, not exactly, but it's that bit of aves sense that says there's a predator. And she only has enough time to actually recognize that at all when he's knocking and she can hear his voice. The window's open on the second floor where she is, so she calls down before she leaves: ]
I'm here. Hold on.
[ It's no time at all until she's at the door. There's an edge in his voice she doesn't like and once she opens that barrier separating them, she can see it on his face. ]
Come in. Are you all right? Are you hurt?
Hello Miss Mel. Sorry — it's been a hot sec since we last talked.
I wanted to see how you were doing. I'm trying to drum up some postal support in Kelesis right now. An inter-city mail system might really cinch it for us.
I wanted to see how you were doing. I'm trying to drum up some postal support in Kelesis right now. An inter-city mail system might really cinch it for us.
No apologies needed. It's always good to hear from you.
I was speaking to someone about that as well. I hope you had more luck than I did. I got quite a few people to say 'yes' but none of them seemed able to tell me who we could build a contract with. Regardless, I think it's imperative to get this established somehow.
I was speaking to someone about that as well. I hope you had more luck than I did. I got quite a few people to say 'yes' but none of them seemed able to tell me who we could build a contract with. Regardless, I think it's imperative to get this established somehow.
Hello Mel. I am extremely bored at work and am desperate to escape the 💪Grind💪 of the 9-5 manual labor job, so!
How do you feel about dancing?
As in "going out dancing with the girls" not "ballroom dancing", to be clear.
How do you feel about dancing?
As in "going out dancing with the girls" not "ballroom dancing", to be clear.
returning to eleanor tags and asking one hell of a question
techrotten
- 2025-09-08 17:27 (UTC) - Expand[ He calls her on his way back from the Woods. His face will appear, lit up with excitement: ]
Mel? We - [ he stumbles on a root and catches himself, still smiling ] - had a breakthrough, with our - [ stopping himself before he says too much ] - our music project. It's - we just saw proof it can work, but I can tell you more tonight.
[ It's been weeks since he's seemed this energized, let alone genuinely hopeful. ]
Mel? We - [ he stumbles on a root and catches himself, still smiling ] - had a breakthrough, with our - [ stopping himself before he says too much ] - our music project. It's - we just saw proof it can work, but I can tell you more tonight.
[ It's been weeks since he's seemed this energized, let alone genuinely hopeful. ]
[ Jayce calling gets an immediate answer, though she's surprised to see him in video format. The change in energy catches her attention immediately, enough to be infectious over the device. She smiles. ]
Did you? That's wonderful. I'm glad you're making progress.
[ Music project, huh? ]
You've really been poring over this work these past several weeks. [ All of them but especially Jayce. ] I'm glad it's paid off.
Did you? That's wonderful. I'm glad you're making progress.
[ Music project, huh? ]
You've really been poring over this work these past several weeks. [ All of them but especially Jayce. ] I'm glad it's paid off.
[As promised, Viktor gathers his notes and prepares to meet Jayce down in their basement lab. He's slightly irritated at having to wait when there's apparently a breakthrough to be described, but he begrudgingly understands that their communications are monitored. Jayce was being as discreet as he could, given the circumstances.
Still, Viktor expects to beat him there. It's a surprise, when he makes his way to the lab only to find a familiar silhouette already waiting. Another moment, and Viktor realizes that said silhouette is strangely-shaped, slumped against a wall and motionless.
Viktor is at his side quickly, trying to rouse him, though it becomes apparent from one touch that Jayce has, somehow, become inanimate. He won't give up so easily, but other, increasingly forceful attempts are similarly fruitless. Viktor finds himself on the edge of panic, unsure what's happened or how to solve this. He doesn't want to ask for help, but, well. She'll discover this soon enough. Viktor sends a hasty message, not trusting himself to explain this fully over the Syntrofos.]
Come downstairs. It's Jayce.
Still, Viktor expects to beat him there. It's a surprise, when he makes his way to the lab only to find a familiar silhouette already waiting. Another moment, and Viktor realizes that said silhouette is strangely-shaped, slumped against a wall and motionless.
Viktor is at his side quickly, trying to rouse him, though it becomes apparent from one touch that Jayce has, somehow, become inanimate. He won't give up so easily, but other, increasingly forceful attempts are similarly fruitless. Viktor finds himself on the edge of panic, unsure what's happened or how to solve this. He doesn't want to ask for help, but, well. She'll discover this soon enough. Viktor sends a hasty message, not trusting himself to explain this fully over the Syntrofos.]
Come downstairs. It's Jayce.
[ She's only just gotten home herself. In fact, she's come through the door only a minute before her device buzzes, and she sets down her things to pull it out.
Viktor doesn't get a response in text. He'll hear footsteps, a door opening, and the quick clicking of claws as she all but thunders down the stairs to the basement, eyes wide as she takes in the scene. At no point does Mel slow down. When her feet hit the concrete flooring, she's moving towards Jayce and Viktor. ]
What is it, what's happened?
Viktor doesn't get a response in text. He'll hear footsteps, a door opening, and the quick clicking of claws as she all but thunders down the stairs to the basement, eyes wide as she takes in the scene. At no point does Mel slow down. When her feet hit the concrete flooring, she's moving towards Jayce and Viktor. ]
What is it, what's happened?
[ Damn. She didn't realize Jayce had been speaking to Vander often enough for him to be concerned with his absence. ]
My apologies, Vander, for not contacting you sooner. I wasn't aware you and Jayce spoke often. Unfortunately, I don't know what to say other than that he's gone still. We can't wake him but we believe he's alive.
Viktor and I have been trying to rouse him and have been by his side. But not much has changed over the past few days.
My apologies, Vander, for not contacting you sooner. I wasn't aware you and Jayce spoke often. Unfortunately, I don't know what to say other than that he's gone still. We can't wake him but we believe he's alive.
Viktor and I have been trying to rouse him and have been by his side. But not much has changed over the past few days.
[ This text took far too long to write with too many revisions to take things into account, and so in the end she decides on something simple enough to warn and not much else. ]
Jayce will not be at the cabin for the time being. Viktor and I haven't been able to wake him. Rest assured, he is safe at home with us and we're monitoring him.
If you need anything, I can still bring it to the cabin. One of us will let you all know if there is any change.
Jayce will not be at the cabin for the time being. Viktor and I haven't been able to wake him. Rest assured, he is safe at home with us and we're monitoring him.
If you need anything, I can still bring it to the cabin. One of us will let you all know if there is any change.
Alright. Don't push yourselves. And don't let Patho-Gen stick their noses in.
[ It's another two days after she's contacted the research group before she contacts Pom and Gale, realizing that she will need to miss dinner with the both of them. She shoots off a text once she's gotten herself a little refreshed and taken a short break from sitting with Jayce. ]
I won't be able to come over tomorrow. A few days ago, Jayce stopped responding to us and Viktor and I cannot rouse him no matter what we do. He seems all right for all that we can tell, but I don't wish to leave him for long.
[ Even if Viktor will be here, she worries if she stays too long away, something else might occur. It's not rational but her thoughts are too frayed to piece together well at this point. ]
I won't be able to come over tomorrow. A few days ago, Jayce stopped responding to us and Viktor and I cannot rouse him no matter what we do. He seems all right for all that we can tell, but I don't wish to leave him for long.
[ Even if Viktor will be here, she worries if she stays too long away, something else might occur. It's not rational but her thoughts are too frayed to piece together well at this point. ]
[1/]
Has there been any change in Jayce's condition?
[2/]
Though. I'm sure if there was, you would have said so. Unless it was a recent change, at which time you would be too busy to answer right now.
[3/]
You may disregard previous messages.
[4/]
Is there anything I can do to help? I could bring food, or I could sit with him and let you two rest?
Has there been any change in Jayce's condition?
[2/]
Though. I'm sure if there was, you would have said so. Unless it was a recent change, at which time you would be too busy to answer right now.
[3/]
You may disregard previous messages.
[4/]
Is there anything I can do to help? I could bring food, or I could sit with him and let you two rest?
[ Well, that's a slew of messages. Mel doesn't answer them immediately because she's in the middle of making coffee for herself, though she glances at them. She lingers for a time on the screen, uncertain of how to respond without it sounding dour or ungrateful. At length, she manages: ]
No changes so far, though I appreciate you checking in.
It's kind of you to do so.
I don't know that Viktor will leave him for long regardless. We've been trading shifts at times, or we'll both sit with him.
[ Life goes on, after all. She has a job to do; she has projects to work on. But she's shortened her hours for now to try to stay with him as long as possible, not wanting there to be a change that's missed. It feels like paranoia, like hypervigilance, like blame. She hisses out a breath. ]
You're welcome to come over if you wish. Only I'm eating anything these days.
Viktor prefers sunlight.
[ ...Maybe dirt, but she's not going to embarrass him by asking. ]
No changes so far, though I appreciate you checking in.
It's kind of you to do so.
I don't know that Viktor will leave him for long regardless. We've been trading shifts at times, or we'll both sit with him.
[ Life goes on, after all. She has a job to do; she has projects to work on. But she's shortened her hours for now to try to stay with him as long as possible, not wanting there to be a change that's missed. It feels like paranoia, like hypervigilance, like blame. She hisses out a breath. ]
You're welcome to come over if you wish. Only I'm eating anything these days.
Viktor prefers sunlight.
[ ...Maybe dirt, but she's not going to embarrass him by asking. ]
Hey, Miss Mel. Just calling to apologize for being AWOL on our work. I've been scrambling to get some personal things done before I, you know — die. Again. You think it'd be easier the second time!
[ He goes for lighthearted, a laugh catching in his throat as it twists into some sort of guilty shame. ]
I don't mean to scare you but — I just wanted to thank you, for being kind. I'm sure my Natural Soul will bring me back. I hope I'm not too different from the "me" who you befriended, when I do. You're the best, don't you and Texas work too hard now!
[ He goes for lighthearted, a laugh catching in his throat as it twists into some sort of guilty shame. ]
I don't mean to scare you but — I just wanted to thank you, for being kind. I'm sure my Natural Soul will bring me back. I hope I'm not too different from the "me" who you befriended, when I do. You're the best, don't you and Texas work too hard now!
[ She misses the call by five, perhaps ten minutes. But she does listen to the voicemail in its entirety, doesn't bother looking at the transcript when she sees it's Ace. The panic turns into dread, sinks like a stone in her stomach. She barely gets to the end before she's calling.
Ring, ring...
Ring, ring...
Please, pick up. ]
Ring, ring...
Ring, ring...
Please, pick up. ]
[It's the absolute dead of the night when this message comes in, a few days after he and Northly went for the 'Imprint Study.' Maybe he should have called anyone else, but here he is, calling Mel.]
You awake
You awake
Edited 2025-10-01 19:10 (UTC)
I didn't expect a lack of discretion from you, councilor.
I shouldn't be surprised that you find it so odious, but perhaps next time you will consider an old tip I learned when I was a boy in the mines:
Gossip always gets back to the subject. And in such a small community, can you truly afford to burn brushed so readily?
I shouldn't be surprised that you find it so odious, but perhaps next time you will consider an old tip I learned when I was a boy in the mines:
Gossip always gets back to the subject. And in such a small community, can you truly afford to burn brushed so readily?
[ Ha. So he actually had the time to go trawling through all of that, like he could smell blood in the water. At least she doesn't have the audacity to act as if he's wrong. ]
The context had been around the process of imprints. And considering how things ended up for the both of us, aren't you potentially concerned at the implication? How this could have happened?
The context had been around the process of imprints. And considering how things ended up for the both of us, aren't you potentially concerned at the implication? How this could have happened?
[No matter how many times he starts this message, it never sounds right.]
[Using the device felt dishonest. Hubert attempted a formal letter several times, but all he's wound up with was wasted paper. A breach of this gravity deserved an apology face to face, but every time he considered showing up on Mel's doorstep, he vividly remembers the spike of fear that arose as his rant wound on.]
[That was significant. That Mel, normally loquacious, often sending him a steady stream of ideas and intel has fallen abruptly silent since that day beneath the earth says as much.]
[He knew Mel was okay. He's seen Jayce since then, and the man would be beside himself if something had happened to her.]
[He sets down the Syntrofos.]
there are a lot of mysteries in the world
ancient ruins and old legends that are passed down from generation to generation but i think the most mysterious one of all is where miss mel went
[ he's just being annoying, but maybe it's his way of checking in.
he blames the imprint. after one second of waiting, he'll send one more message. ]
ancient ruins and old legends that are passed down from generation to generation but i think the most mysterious one of all is where miss mel went
[ he's just being annoying, but maybe it's his way of checking in.
he blames the imprint. after one second of waiting, he'll send one more message. ]
[ Her phone goes off twice in rapid succession, so she doesn't have much time to initially respond while she's wiping her hands off from the paint she's using. Initially, she assumes it's trouble, so she's quick to grab her device up and check. And she's...greeted by a picture of a duck?
But seeing the username, flicks over to type something back. ]
No mystery there, I'm right here.
Where are you? Are you all right?
But seeing the username, flicks over to type something back. ]
No mystery there, I'm right here.
Where are you? Are you all right?
[ Well, at least it's mostly expected at this point. She's moving to take he call elsewhere for the moment, so he'll hear the pad of her feet on the carpet. ]
We've been all right for the most part. Jayce has been looking into things on our end and I imagine Viktor will be helping him.
[ Keeping it vague about the Augmenter. ]
How's Gale? I...went to visit him but that wasn't long after his return.
We've been all right for the most part. Jayce has been looking into things on our end and I imagine Viktor will be helping him.
[ Keeping it vague about the Augmenter. ]
How's Gale? I...went to visit him but that wasn't long after his return.
[ New Eridu might not actually celebrate Christmas anymore, but the day itself is still the fun, meaningful one! So, as sneakily as Mr. Claus himself, there will be a quite beautifully wrapped gift waiting at Mel’s front door on the morning of December 25th.
Inside is a set of matching, but exceedingly practical ceramics: a brush rest and painter’s cup. A note includes the information for the artist, should Mel want to go see what else they have, but there’s a more personal part to it as well. ]
✦ Happy Holidays, Mel! ✦
If you’ll forgive me the (brief!) sincerity and sentimentality, it’s truly been a pleasure to make your acquaintance this year. The circumstances couldn’t possibly be stranger, but that’s all the more reason that I value the conversations we’ve had. They’ve always been insightful, whether it’s about the odd situation we’ve found ourselves in or, more blessedly, art.
May these little pieces help you with the latter in the new year.
Inside is a set of matching, but exceedingly practical ceramics: a brush rest and painter’s cup. A note includes the information for the artist, should Mel want to go see what else they have, but there’s a more personal part to it as well. ]
✦ Happy Holidays, Mel! ✦
If you’ll forgive me the (brief!) sincerity and sentimentality, it’s truly been a pleasure to make your acquaintance this year. The circumstances couldn’t possibly be stranger, but that’s all the more reason that I value the conversations we’ve had. They’ve always been insightful, whether it’s about the odd situation we’ve found ourselves in or, more blessedly, art.
May these little pieces help you with the latter in the new year.
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