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[redheat]

[ Call her old fashioned maybe, but Mrs Sheringham will be getting a phone call from Jean on this particular day during the first week of May, a strange bag placed on the table near her hip and a tarot card held within her hand which she looks over while waiting for the other woman to answer. ]

[aeva]

( maybe she likes the old fashioned. it might have been 2011 at her home but there were some parts of modernity that whilst she knew how to use she didn't really have in her everyday life. a phone call ends up being pretty nice in comparison )

Jean.

( and maybe she's also happy to hear from her )

How have you been?

Text-->Audio --> Video

[privatepurchases]

[With everything strange going on she may be surprised to see that she's the recipient of a strange message from a familiar number.]

ophwgghpwoXIDHWL

.[owhgpwh. aphghwokd khwleloo

[And then audio-]

Hello? - Helloooooooo-

[Before it's Gabriel. Archangel Gabriel - with bright gold eyes, not purple ones. He stole those purple ones but this Gabriel might seem years younger. With Jane's scarf around his neck and a bright expression on his face he waves.]

Hello. Maybe you'll respond to me. You seem nice and I'm lost. This is really awkward and you see I'm-

[He laughs genuinely nervously]

I'm looking for my hierarchy? It means my family I know you...whatever you are...may not have those. I'm a little nervous.

Without Michael you see. Uriel and Sandalphon are absolutely hopeless without me and I'm hopeless without them. My brothers.

[aeva]

Gabriel.

( she studies him for a moment, though with what she's already seen in others across the cities it's not hard to realise what's gone on )

I wish that I could say that they were here. Do you know where you are?

MoM text; un: The Magician

[iminthebook]

Hey, Mrs. S. This is your friendly neighborhood reminder to read your folder.

[aeva]

( would he believe that she'd gotten stuck into other things (again) and still not done it? )

I'll do it now, thank you.

( though if he hangs around he might get some updates whilst she's reading it )

How are you, aside from this reminder?

[aeva]

( cont. )

No. I was embarrassed, what we did or at least how we did it isn't me. I was at the party before I met you, apparently, there were aphrodisiacs there, that's why I acted as I did.

[buzzwords]

I heard about that. I was considering going but once I got there and had a glance, I didn't bother checking in. I like partying, but I prefer equal opportunity.

And I don't think of you any differently for what happened. People do irrational things all the time under the influence, but not all of it is scandalous or dangerous. Have you never experimented with party drugs before?

[aeva]

( cont. )

That is an interesting topic. I imagine there are vast numbers of stories out there.

[aeva]

( cont. )

Be honest with her. I didn't have long with my husband but there were things that I'm glad he knew and things I wish he'd known. I can't change that but you can.

[high_warlock]

I can, I think. I was, I thought. May I ask what happened?

Action! (Jingyi is showin' up on her doorstep~) - Mid-june-ish? :D

[gusumouthcannon]

There has...been an attempt. At brownies. Jingyi holds a plate covered by a clean dishtowel as he shifts his weight back and forth on the front stoop. He's in his street clothes, jeans and a t-shirt and his headband, with his sword strapped to his back. After a moment of waffling, he leans on the buzzer to announce himself. This was a good idea, he told himself. There was no way he was just going to let someone be sad on his watch.

during her peak sadness, perfect!

[aeva]

She looks far less put together than the last time he'd seen her, the closest thing to a mess that she could physically manage even if it's still a very untrue description, oversized cardigan wrapped around her for her to sort of hide behind, her hair very roughly clipped back, though it's the lack of her usual easy warmth that would give her away, exactly why she'd planned on staying home.

Except everyone else is out and there's a visitor at the door, the one thing that she didn't plan on. It leads to a little hesitation before she answers the door, slightly surprised to see Jingyi there particularly with... something in his hands.

"Hi." She's a little quieter, slightly uncertain over what to really do.

text; un: jeangrey

[redheat]

Guess it's time to keep on top of shaving the legs what with all this heat.

[aeva]

I suppose so.

( this is the most girliest text she's received in her life. and maybe has never properly done girl talk before )

June 22nd

[borntolove]

[A basket with associated teas, with some small boxes of tea treats to bake. A blue card in the shape of a certain Police Box with; Belated Earth Cycle - The Doctor.

Is outside, right outside the door.

Ten will ring the doorbell and run.]

Late July; action

[laminae]

[It's later in the month, after all the shit has hit the proverbial fan, that Fern finally snaps out of his despair. He has one puppy of a musician to thank for that, he owes him more than the guy will probably ever realize, but there it is. With one simple song he's back to normal, the weight of the last few weeks having settled onto him.

For a little while he goes and hides, the guilt of the things he did and said eating him from the inside out. But eventually he realizes there are still people out there he cares about, people who may not have had trials. People who might still be alive and need help, especially with those robots still running around.

So out he goes, sick from the herbicides, scared of getting sucked into another trial or falling into despair again. He tries to shove those fears down, forms a grass sword for some reassurance, and stalks the streets, looking for familiar faces. And oh, does he ever find one.

Luna, looking either knocked out or dead, and some woman. A - woman he remembers speaking to, once before. She had been nice. When Fern sees the two of them he races over, unsure if one or both of them are in danger. Thankfully his lack of despair doesn't mean he's about to attack, though he does look frantic.]

Luna?? Luna!

[aeva]

Fern?

( she'd only just gotten there herself, crouched before the girl, relieved to see that she was at least still breathing, that she wasn't physically injured.

she looks up at him before looking back at luna, continuing to check her to see how she was )

I didn't see what happened to her.

— action (august 3rd)

[creidim]

[ She's been spending the days since she returned home very quietly, trying to mull over July's events. The storm had been quite awful, but she'd spent the night hiding in the cellar with Helga as the dome shattered above them. And then came the clean up, slowly working through the house to repair the damage done by the storm. Most of it's been done by hand, only using magic for things like shattered windows and such. It's been good, cleaning up — giving her space to think: about how she'd worn herself out, about her deal with Paimon. She's been giving Peter space too, now he's back again and the demon's fallen quiet once more. But they'll need to talk, eventually. They'll need to talk about a lot of things. She's just not sure how.

Mrs. Sheringham is a welcome sight in the days that follow, and she cheerfully invites her in for tea when she comes with muffins. Luna hasn't forgotten the woman's kindness, nor the reminder to take some time for herself — advice she's followed. But company is always nice.

There's something about Luna's home that makes it seem a little out of time compared to other homes in Deerington. There's something about it that's a little closer to the 1920's than anything else. A stylistic choice not made by her, but by Newt before her — this had been his home long before it had been hers. Newt disappeared some months ago now, but she's kept it largely the same. It's oddly charming.

In the kitchen, she offers the woman to sit at the table while Luna busies herself making tea. Helga isn't too far from her, a larger than what's considered usual husky — more like a huge wolf than anything. She's not entirely a... normal dog. Able to understand human speech, stronger and with a supernatural bite. But she's a huge softie, in all honesty. She watches the woman curiously, head tilted. She wants pets, really. ]

This is very kind of you, Mrs. Sheringham. [ Muffins are always a great choice, and she has quite the sweet tooth. And then, with a small, wan smile. ] I haven't had much time for baking lately.

[aeva]

It's something that I've used as my own distraction lately I've found.

( distraction from what has been occurring but also from the fact that she'd died, that she wasn't handling that fact or her return to life very well.

there's a gentle whisper at helga, a hand gesture which the dog seems to respond to before she leans across to pet her, scratching at her ears before giving her lap a pat to let her lay her head on whilst she kept petting her )

And I wanted to check in on you, see how you were doing.

( astra ) voice; un: drmccoy

[dark_ages]

Hello, Suzanne. This is Leonard. [ In case that wasn't obvious. ]

I thought I'd let you know I'll be looking through the ship's computers today, looking for relevant information. Mostly about the nanites but also the empathy bond and everything else. I thought you might like to join me, if you'd still like me to show you how to use them yourself.

I will be at the labs for this, so please feel free to drop by if you want. Thank you.

[ Awkward pause as he's not sure how to end the message. ] Alright, I'll see you later, hopefully.

[ And beep! ]

[aeva]

( she sends him a quick text back to let him know that she'll be there before getting on with a couple of things for the day, heading later to the labs.

he's already at work on the computers when she gets there, her slowly stepping into the room to greet him )

Hey. Thanks for doing this.

text; un: price is right

[tagartist]

hey mrs s
i got that painting for you
sorry it took a while, one of those dumbass bears kinda
blew up
in my studio
so i had to start over

[aeva]

That's quite alright, Chloe, considering what happens in this town I'm not surprised something slowed your efforts.
If you let me know when you're free I'll come pick it up and pay you.
Thank you.

demon delivery

[possessum]

[ Sometime in early September, left outside of Mrs. Sheringham's door: ]

— a.... thing, made of clay, sticks, and googly eyes

un: nancy.drew

[chasedshadows]

Hey.

I have something I've been wanting to run by you.

[aeva]

What is it?

text. un: agentbeyonce

[rebelled]

I told him. It went well.

Thank you, Suzanne.

[aeva]

I'm very glad to hear that.

Is it prying too much to ask if it was a reciprocated feeling?

ATTN: MRS SHERINGHAM

[duplicitymods]

❝

DUPLICITY CITATION No. 654321 December 3rd 2020 Violation: Harassing City Officials with vexatious requests Fine: A psychological evaluation and eye examination in order to determine Dominant's continued mental faculties. Payments must be received within 30 calendar days, or debts will be handed over to the Remittance Facility.

❞

gift delivery

[compellingstatement]

[Mrs. S will receive a gift sent to her residence. Unlike others, there's a bit of explanation needed for these, so there's a note from Jon that accompanies it.]

I know you said you want to leave it behind, but I thought you might enjoy controlling when you do and don't have wings. The earrings in the box are magical. Putting them on will give you wings and the ability to fly. It's an illusion and a hover charm, but they should feel real enough.
-J.S.

( text | un: mrs.s )

[aeva]

( oh boy )

Jon, whilst I appreciate you thinking of me there is a reason why I said I didn't want wings. You may not understand it but it's important to me.

Thank you, but please respect my decision.

parcel

[buzzwords]

[ Most of the pastries and treats he sends are from a bakery he likes in the square. This is decidedly not.

The box left for Mrs. S. is plain cardboard, and inside is a tupperware-type container. Inside that are half a dozen mixed berry muffins. They're homemade and not cute or neat in the slightest, though it's clear a lot of effort was put into them anyway. Some were overfilled and have lumps of batter oozed over and baked into the sides of their cups. One is half crumbled and the top is a mess of loose chunks that were put back into place. Two have burnt bottoms.

They do, however, smell amazing, and taste at least pleasantly bland. The berries are probably their only saving grace. With them is a small note in equally sloppy penmanship. It says, "Owed you one. Take care, Suz." ]

( text | un: mrs.s )

[aeva]

Thank you, truly.

( she's very touched by the gesture even if they're perhaps not the best muffins, which makes the thought even sweeter )

Though what exactly did you think you owed me for?

christmas

[devilsheel]

[ mrs. s will receive a box of goodies along with a smaller box that includes a silver initial necklace. accompanying that are silver little charms that she can add to it.

the note reads: happy holidays. thank you for being there when I needed to talk. please know that I'm always here for you if you ever need it in return - chloe ]

( un: grimtaash | text )

[warfares]

I'm told you're a lawyer.

( and by "told" he means that he sought out the knowledge himself. that he'd been meticulous. )

[aeva]

I am, yes. Is there something I can help you with?

ATTN: MRS SHERINGHAM

[duplicitymods]

❝

DUPLICITY CITATION No. 452378 March 10th 2021 Violation: For multiple illegal same designation relations Fine: Assigned to Realignment for a month. Payments must be received within 30 calendar days, or debts will be handed over to the Remittance Facility.

❞

text; un: lucas

[scarecrowed]

Did you receive a citation too?

[aeva]

I was hoping that you hadn't. I'm sorry that you have.

un: thearchivist; text

[compellingstatement]

Hawke's vanished.
Have you?

[It's blunt, but Jon's feeling just a little fragile at the moment with everything that's been going on.]

[aeva]

I'm still here.
I'm sorry, Jon, he was a good friend.
Is there anything that I can do?