[Not long after this goes up and Erik starts replying to it -- photo ID and all -- he'll get a brief message from a voice that sounds rather more coherent than the last time he heard it.]
I believe I owe you thanks for getting me safely...home...the week before last.
it's always a bit of a fuss -- commuting from the down to the up, navigating transit as someone marked for submission, and weaving her way into the high rise. the staff there suggests (and not for the first time) that she visits altogether too often for a submissive without a contract. snidely, they ask whether she's got her papers yet. and just as snidely she (usually) replies that no, no, she hasn't, but if they call up to mister hunter's room they'll find that she's expected.
this time she informs the doorman that she's here to visit someone else. and, certainly, she'd sent a brief message before she'd left her shared motel room in the down. she's admitted without too much hassle and soon enough she's knocking on his door.
pencil skirt, silk blouse, dark pumps. pin curls and red lipstick. she certainly looks the era suggested in her "biography," although how she's managed to maintain such polish as an uncontracted submissive is a whole other mystery. despite her headstrong attitude, she does show a measure of decorum when she waits to be invited in. ]
[ He's waiting for her when she arrives, just putting together a plate of finger foods while brewing tea. They phone him to let him know that he's got a guest and he goes to greet her. He's taken off his coat and tie for the afternoon, but he's still in freshly-pressed slacks and a starch white shirt, top button undone, sleeves rolled up to the forearm. There's a number tattooed, a little above his wrist.
He doesn't know why he isn't expecting pincurls, but they're a sight as welcome as she is, as he smiles at her. At first, he's a little transfixed-- she probably gets that a lot-- simply because she's well-put-together and startlingly beautiful in person. He catches himself and gestures for her to come in. ]
Welcome. Wasn't sure how you liked your milk and sugar, did you know they have goat's milk and hemp milk at the market? I don't even know how you milk hemp.
[ The apartment itself is just as modern as Duplicity itself, a bit austere. Any personal touches are likely a product of Erik's roommate. But there are a few mid-century modern pieces that are inspired by a sort of 50s touch, and he's tried to liven the place up with a little bit of wood and a few plants. ]
[ and a little while later, she shows up, a small woman who carries herself with a dancer's grace and a fighter's confidence. she's wearing leather pants, a thigh holster and a loose sweatshirt, hair piled high atop her head.
there are two knives on her person, too, one in a shoe and one in her hair. they're both metal. she doesn't generally go anywhere without them. ]
[ It appears to be a box of candy canes and only a note that says "From Arthur" is attached which may (hopefully) be an indicator it isn't entirely as it seems, but if he sorts through them ONE seems different -- heavier. It's hollow with a note rolled up inside.
The note says:
Erik,
Thank you for your aid before, I ensured the clothes you brought over were given to those transporting goods.
So you are aware I have purchased a place in the Down to be used as a headquarters of sorts. Lucrezia will be aiming to hold a food bank there and the back rooms can be used as a place of worship.
If you have any further ideas I will always be happy to hear them. Please don't send them via the devices, however, I don't trust those in charge here to not try and mess them over.
[ Wesley honestly wrecked his brain over this one. He still isn't sure when he leaves it on Erik's mailbox. But here goes nothing. It's a steel menorah pendant, coupled with a nice wrist watch and a note: ]
I know you don't probably celebrate Christmas but I do, so get over it. The extra pin in the watch works as a locator pin in case you need to be found one day. Cheers. -Wesley
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[Stephen hadn't planned to give gifts this season, first because he simply tends to let the holiday seasons slip by without celebration, second because his time in Patara had been taken up with pain and humiliation rather than time for shopping. After everything, though...after what they've been through....
It's soon after Christmas when a handful of pressed leaves are left stuck to Erik's bedroom door. There's a certain warmth and feeling of well being when one is very close to them, amplified by touch--each leaf is not much on its own, but there are enough of them together to be felt. The energy that imbues them will fade in a matter of a week or two.
[On Monday morning, Erik will receive a shirtless bathroom mirror selfie of Stephen, clearly taken at least a week or two ago in the en suite attached to Stephen's room in Erik's home in the Up. Stephen looks lean and muscular in the picture, probably because he's clenching/flexing every visible muscle; his gaze in the photo is locked on the screen of his phone.
It's followed by a series of photographs showing what look like tentacles, eyeballs, and other bits and pieces of malformed, unnatural creatures in puddles of slime. Each morbid display is has been plopped on a plastic cafeteria tray that may look familiar if Erik has ever gone to a LIES facility for a meal; in some shots a plastic spoon or fork lays next to the tray.]
[Among the various money shots and misfired texts, an incoming request for connection from a handle he might recall having been given months ago, and a face he won't have seen before.
If he connects his phone will show the face of a young man, black pupils blown wide enough to almost blot out the white. Behind him the city is laid out in a pin-prick blanket of tiny lights: the view from a window high up in the Up public housing. An open window, in which the person holding this phone appears to be precariously balanced.
I'm sorry to trouble you, Mr. Lehnsherr. My name is Neria Surana. I'm a friend of Mystique's and I'm also the administrator at Haven, the clinic in the Down. She passed along your number that I might discuss some potential renovations for our building. She assured me you were an expert. At your earliest convenience, please call me back.
[Not too long after Duplicity stops being a desert and is back to it's usual city like structure Vash decides to follow up on an offer that had been made.]
Hey! I was wondering if you had some time to meet up about that job offer. This is Vash by the way.
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I believe I owe you thanks for getting me safely...home...the week before last.
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Good to see you've recovered.
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action.
it's always a bit of a fuss -- commuting from the down to the up, navigating transit as someone marked for submission, and weaving her way into the high rise. the staff there suggests (and not for the first time) that she visits altogether too often for a submissive without a contract. snidely, they ask whether she's got her papers yet. and just as snidely she (usually) replies that no, no, she hasn't, but if they call up to mister hunter's room they'll find that she's expected.
this time she informs the doorman that she's here to visit someone else. and, certainly, she'd sent a brief message before she'd left her shared motel room in the down. she's admitted without too much hassle and soon enough she's knocking on his door.
pencil skirt, silk blouse, dark pumps. pin curls and red lipstick. she certainly looks the era suggested in her "biography," although how she's managed to maintain such polish as an uncontracted submissive is a whole other mystery. despite her headstrong attitude, she does show a measure of decorum when she waits to be invited in. ]
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He doesn't know why he isn't expecting pincurls, but they're a sight as welcome as she is, as he smiles at her. At first, he's a little transfixed-- she probably gets that a lot-- simply because she's well-put-together and startlingly beautiful in person. He catches himself and gestures for her to come in. ]
Welcome. Wasn't sure how you liked your milk and sugar, did you know they have goat's milk and hemp milk at the market? I don't even know how you milk hemp.
[ The apartment itself is just as modern as Duplicity itself, a bit austere. Any personal touches are likely a product of Erik's roommate. But there are a few mid-century modern pieces that are inspired by a sort of 50s touch, and he's tried to liven the place up with a little bit of wood and a few plants. ]
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overflow for @motivation
sorry for my eternal slow
[ and a little while later, she shows up, a small woman who carries herself with a dancer's grace and a fighter's confidence. she's wearing leather pants, a thigh holster and a loose sweatshirt, hair piled high atop her head.
there are two knives on her person, too, one in a shoe and one in her hair. they're both metal. she doesn't generally go anywhere without them. ]
Hope I didn't make you wait.
np!
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txt, un: SH
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text, SH
-- Sherlock Holmes
I actually tracked this fucking post and still didn't get a notif.
[ But he figures that if Sherlock literally doesn't have better friends to ask this than Erik that's a little sad bro and Erik will at least try. ]
your inbox is not a friend
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think you can help me find a job?
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yes she memed the hell outta u old man
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private, get his number if you want to hack it
[ Someone is figuring out the whole scheme of things in terms of mutant world. ]
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12/14, evening
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Did something happen?
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Christmas morning
I know we don't do Christmas, but still.
Happy Holidays.
- A
[Inside is a pristine white shirt in Erik's size and a pair of soft, fur-lined leather gloves.]
Christmas day delivery!
[ It appears to be a box of candy canes and only a note that says "From Arthur" is attached which may (hopefully) be an indicator it isn't entirely as it seems, but if he sorts through them ONE seems different -- heavier. It's hollow with a note rolled up inside.
The note says:
Erik,
Thank you for your aid before, I ensured the clothes you brought over were given to those transporting goods.
So you are aware I have purchased a place in the Down to be used as a headquarters of sorts. Lucrezia will be aiming to hold a food bank there and the back rooms can be used as a place of worship.
If you have any further ideas I will always be happy to hear them. Please don't send them via the devices, however, I don't trust those in charge here to not try and mess them over.
Merry Christmas,
Arthur. ]
Christmas present!
I know you don't probably celebrate Christmas but I do, so get over it. The extra pin in the watch works as a locator pin in case you need to be found one day. Cheers.
-Wesley
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It's soon after Christmas when a handful of pressed leaves are left stuck to Erik's bedroom door. There's a certain warmth and feeling of well being when one is very close to them, amplified by touch--each leaf is not much on its own, but there are enough of them together to be felt. The energy that imbues them will fade in a matter of a week or two.
There is no accompanying note.]
u kno y
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It's followed by a series of photographs showing what look like tentacles, eyeballs, and other bits and pieces of malformed, unnatural creatures in puddles of slime. Each morbid display is has been plopped on a plastic cafeteria tray that may look familiar if Erik has ever gone to a LIES facility for a meal; in some shots a plastic spoon or fork lays next to the tray.]
Re: @Alakazam | January 21
And you're looking good. But you don't need to flex everything so hard. You'd look fine more relaxed.
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> video call | un: noircir
If he connects his phone will show the face of a young man, black pupils blown wide enough to almost blot out the white. Behind him the city is laid out in a pin-prick blanket of tiny lights: the view from a window high up in the Up public housing. An open window, in which the person holding this phone appears to be precariously balanced.
His voice is thickly accented, French-Swiss.]
Hello? Please - is someone there?
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[ He switches to French. ]
Qui êtes vous? Are you alright? Do you need help?
[ He scans the background and says: ]
I know exactly where you are. I can come to you in two minutes. Stay there.
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A voicemail is left sometime on 1/20. ]
I'm sorry to trouble you, Mr. Lehnsherr. My name is Neria Surana. I'm a friend of Mystique's and I'm also the administrator at Haven, the clinic in the Down. She passed along your number that I might discuss some potential renovations for our building. She assured me you were an expert. At your earliest convenience, please call me back.
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[Oh, someone sounds like they've been crying.]
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[ He's definitely using his dad voice. He doesn't even know he has a dad voice. ]
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post-executions; text; un: zer0g
ooc: i also put up a section in her event log for more rebellion plotting here.
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Text | UN: DonutDevourer
Hey! I was wondering if you had some time to meet up about that job offer. This is Vash by the way.
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