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From:

tumbleweeds

[ suddenly shapeshifter on your communicator!!!

in some grass with a hellhound but at least she's mostly lucid-looking today ]

I've been dreaming about you.

From:

became

[ considering certain dreams taking a sharp left turn into a different kind of good and katherine's few dropped hints about why exactly people like being bitten so much, neal's decided a 'what the fuck, though' is in order. using a bit of his actual precious real tape he's stuck a sealed envelope on eric's door.

inside is nude sketch done in charcoal of eric laying on his stomach, book in his hands; it's more suggestive than actually sexual because that would be tacky, but the note scrawled in elegant cursive below is slightly more to the point: ]

Forget to mention something?

-NC

[ this is the dude you helped out, eric. why. ]

From:

leaps

[ a pause and then-- ]

I need to ask you something. About the things people have been seeing.

From:

elvenking

Come to the gardens.

[The tone is milder, dare we say gentler, than the tone Thranduil normally uses with Eric. It's not even a command. It's an invitation.

Then, wonder of wonders...]

I must beg your pardon in person.

From:

morgoth

I understand you don't drink coffee.

But I'll be presently having it with quite a few others, in one of the residential kitchens. As a means to lubricate discussion about the recent attempt to hijack steering of the ship, and my interest in coordinate more intelligently designed efforts to escape our erstwhile prison.

I'd like to see you there, and hear your mind.