fatespoken | [ fifty-one ]

∞ [ 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.

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∞ [ 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. ]

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Is that all?

Yes. No other reason I'd contact you.

Good. We'll trade.

...

What did you--

I don't even want to know.

A deal it is.

Where should I pick it up?

You remember the Blue Light. Either 3:30 in the afternoon or 2:30 in the morning.

Tomorrow.

We'll do the former.

Fine.

~~Because obviously I can't wait-~~

What picture is it?

[Gosh Amory so impatient.]

I'd call it a private moment.

That narrows it down.

[ a pause, and then-- ]

One of the girls I slept with, then. Or my girlfriend.

[ Maybe he's being too obvious with the emphasis on the feminine. ]

She's remarkably masculine for a female if that's the case.

That wasn't—

[ Even if it's the picture, or of the pictures he suspects, he doesn't need to explain himself. Possibly, probably Veidt wouldn't care to hear it, anyway. ]

Not at the Blue Light. Somewhere else, then.

Should I choose?

Go ahead.

The library.

Tomorrow at 3:00 PM, then.

Don't be late.

[ Of Amory Felix's redeeming factors, punctuality is perhaps the most apparent. Tell him to be there at a certain time and he will be there right on the dot, or even early as he is now. Fifteen minutes til three, he makes a leisurely pace toward the steps of the library with full intention for a quick and easy transfer. He had given the man enough of his time, given the man too much of everything, and it was only necessity that brought him in relation with Adrian once again. Of course he had found that picture, and damned if Amory was going to let him keep it, no less allow anyone at the Blue Light to take an unintentional glance.

A deep drag of the remainder of his cigarette soothes the hard end of his nerves, boots tapping hard on the library steps as an announcement of his arrival. ]

[Likewise Adrian Veidt is already at the library, standing against the edge of one of the counters. His suit is impeccable, as always. Green eyes note Amory's arrival but he says nothing, surely waiting for the other man to greet him first. If he'll even do that. He makes a half bet with himself that he won't.

The photograph in question is nowhere to be found on his person. It remains tucked in his lining breast pocket.]

[ A smart man that Adrian Veidt, anticipating the future with almost as much precision as Amory and his dreams. Of course he doesn't greet him, not even lifting his eyes to meet Adrian's face as he walks up to the blond. It's not avoidance of an uncertain kind nor of shame, but avoidance through indifference-- Amory looks just as interested in Adrian as he does in snubbing out the burning end of cigarette. With a flick, gray ash settles an inch beside his boot, conscious movements to avoid dispensing them anywhere past the invisible line that divides the pair. ]

Put it out.

[It's an order but hardly one delivered for his own personal amusement. There's just no smoking inside the library, wall of books and all. They're going inside because trading photos in the lobby, while possible with the right amount of effort, is still a risk. Amory may be concerned about his sexual escapades but the photograph in his possession concerns a turning point in Adrian's life, one he barely talks about with anyone.]

No need to tell me.

[ Because Amory's already put it out, moving aside to empty the butt in a trashcan bordering the entrance of the library. He pays more respect to books than to people at times, as evident by him not waiting for Adrian. Making a direct course toward a room tucked to the right of the lobby, a route marked in memory, he maintains a brisk stride without a single glance at the other. He expects him to follow. ]

[Adrian follows with no protest, no insult, nothing to express any displeasure he has with Amory because that's not his concern right now. That Amory has gone through something taxing recently doesn't escape Adrian, but he's not the kind to ask the other man about it. Leave well enough alone. Usually that's the theme.]

Here.

[Adrian expects Amory to stop in the alcove of books. It's quiet, solitary, a publicly private place.

[ A place he's given hours to when the roar and clatter of the City and its raucous residents become too loud. However, today's trip has a different motive, and he reaches into the back pocket of his jeans to slip out the photo, crisp and straight in an unmarked envelope. He can't deny he hadn't studied it, but only for the purpose of discover the owner. It almost seems as though the deities map out connections between their citizens, for why else would both of them receive memories of the other? Coincidence, perhaps-- but it's hard to believe anything to be of mere coincidence in a place like this. ]

Take it.

[ With the enveloped slipped between his fingers, Amory holds it out to the other, gaze meeting the others green eyes for the first time today. The rest of his expression, on the other, maintains its obvious indifference. ]

never gonna give you up;

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