[ fifty-one ]

[fatespoken]

∞ [ private to self][ not hackable ]

[ as noted on a private entry on his device ]


TO BUY:
→ Cat Food
→ Ledge?
or
→Picture Frames
→ Captain Morgan
→ Gloves

[ on the table in his living room, placed on top of a photograph there's small sheet of paper covered in neat handwritten print— ]


Out of the rolling ocean, the crowd, came a drop gently to me,
Whispering, I love you, before long I die,
I have travel’d a long way, merely to look on you, to touch you,
For I could not die till I once look’d on you,
For I fear’d I might afterward lose you.

(Now we have met, we have look’d, we are safe;
Return in peace to the ocean, my love;
I too am part of that ocean, my love—we are not so much separated;
Behold the great rondure—the cohesion of all, how perfect!
But as for me, for you, the irresistible sea is to separate us,
As for an hour, carrying us diverse—yet cannot carry us diverse for ever;
Be not impatient—a little space—Know you, I salute the air, the ocean and the
land,
Every day, at sundown, for your dear sake, my love.)

-- that's the one you liked, wasn't it? I remember.

[/private]



∞ [ private to peter pevensie ][ not hackable]

I found a picture of yours.

[/private]



∞ [ private to shilo ][ not hackable ]

Hey, Shilo. I think I have something that belongs to you.

[/private]



∞ [ private to adrian veidt ][ not hackable]

If you want it, I'll drop it come pick it up tomorrow. Otherwise it's going in the trash.

[/private]



∞ [ private to eden ][ not hackable ]

I have one of your pictures. You don't have to answer this if you don't want to. I'll slip it into your mailbox, otherwise.

[/private]


Wasn't that bad of a curse this time around, assuming you aren't some type of water creature. I'm referring to the deluge of photos, not the collective fashion disaster. For all their misgivings and idiotic April Fools jokes, you have to at least admire the ingenuity of some of their tricks. The logistics of plucking specific memories from an entire City full of people, transposing them photo form is hardly simple. To stick their hands into our brains, so many brains, without fucking anything up, admittedly takes skill.

Still, most of their tricks are moronic and pointless.

A LATER EDIT: No, it's not 80's night at the Blue Light. No, you won't get a discount if you come in costume.

[ ooc: Backdated to Saturday around 7 PM? The links in the private entry are real links, except pretend they are from stores in the City.

He is also cursed and currently dressed in gray ACID (sob typo) wash jeans, chucks, oversized sweatshirt, and eyeliner. If you are a Broo Lightian, you are free to comment log. And laugh at the fact that his balls can't breathe. DX Yes, even his hair has more body. ]

Comments

[private][unhackable]

[chasingmorning.livejournal.com]

Oh my God.


You...got that from the curse, right?

[private][unhackable]

[fatespoken]

Of course. Rifling through people's photo books isn't a habit.

[private][unhackable][1/2]

[chasingmorning.livejournal.com]

I didn't take this. Or want to. This was when I met Graverobber.

[private][unhackable]

[chasingmorning.livejournal.com]

....I found a picture of yours.

There's a picture--

Do you usually have a naked friend?

Do boys-?

I found an embarrassing picture with you in it.

private; unhackable

[caughtthebullet.livejournal.com]

Is that all?

private; unhackable

[fatespoken]

Yes. No other reason I'd contact you.

private; unhackable

[caughtthebullet.livejournal.com]

Good. We'll trade.

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

"Stick their hands into our brains." It's worse when you put it like that.

[fatespoken]

Well, it's only the truth.

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

You don't seem too bothered that the deities took a peek into your head. Personally, magic can stay well out of mine, I've had enough of that back home.

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

The Eighties.

I don't think I left Fabletown once in the Eighties.

[fatespoken]

You were a smart man, Blue.

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Well, I don't know if I would say smart as much as I was a man who didn't like the music at all.

audio;

[adamantined]

Stop encouraging people not to come dressed up if they aren't already.

audio;

[fatespoken]

We have more than enough eyesores here as it is. Besides, someone-- a few people really did ask me for a discount.

audio;

[adamantined]

Did you give it to them?

[never_very_good]

[For once, Frankie's lucked out and the contents of his closet are the same today as they were yesterday. This means he can take some unadulterated joy in the suffering of deserving others-- and so, coming in for a shift he's pleased to see Amory's among the affected.]

Nice makeup.

[This would pass for deadpan if not for the slight smirk he's wearing.]

[fatespoken]

[ Good thing Amory's buffered himself for the new bartender's arrival, something that will surely become regular practice considering the antipathy between the two. Or at least, Amory's antipathy and Frankie's unadulterated joy at annoying the hell out of him. ]

Shut it, Dalton.

[never_very_good]

Someone can't take a compliment.

[Childish, yes. Frankie doesn't look his age, doesn't even act the age he looks most of the time. Why exactly Amory dislikes him he isn't certain-- something to do with vampires, obviously, but that's all he knows-- and really isn't important. He'd have no quarrel with the other man if not for that. As it is, he'll stick with childishness. He's got the upper hand by blind luck and he'll take advantage happily.]

1/3

[oshutup.livejournal.com]

It would be that one, wouldn't it?

[oshutup.livejournal.com]

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[oshutup.livejournal.com]

Bring it with you tomorrow.

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[fatespoken]

All right.

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[fatespoken]

 

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[fatespoken]

The scar is gone by now, isn't it?