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PostPosted: Thu Mar 01, 2018 11:17 am    Post subject: Sound & Vision - Text, Voice, Visual, Letters written in Reply with quote

“The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.”

― William Gibson, Neuromancer
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PostPosted: Thu Mar 01, 2018 1:32 pm    Post subject: 8/14/2017 Reply with quote

Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D Yo. So like.... I was randomly doing my job and I saw some stuff on twitter.
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent Huh?
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D Check your twitter account.
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent Oh. Well. Yeah. Is there a problem?
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D I guess not, but what the hell is that about?
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent Scotch?
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D Not funny.
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent I met some musicians at the bar and we decided to play dueling pianos... you know, music stuff.
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D Who's the boytoy?
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent Uh. First off, that's rude. Second off, that's not your business, really? But it's honestly not even mine, I don't have a boy toy.
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D You're being evasive.
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent No. You're acting like some *** on twitter means more than what I'm saying.
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D So there was no dude?
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent There was a dude but there was no cuddling and no ...nothing. He was just nice.
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D You hate the word 'nice.'
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent Ugh. Kind? Amusing? Congenial? Someone to talk to. I've been cooped up at Lars' place for forever. I guess I was lonely.
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D You don't have to *** some dude and have it smeared all over twitter to un-lonely yourself, Milli.
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent Jonathan, what the hell? I didn't do anything with the guy. I just sat next to him on a piano bench and went for a walk. He ... I dunno. I guess maybe I looked a little sentimental but you know me and Mozart.
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D Ohhhhhhhh.
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent Uh, so that's it? Mozart won?
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D No, but I get it. How do you want me to handle this?
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent Uh. I don't really care. Is it a problem?
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D You don't have camera people outside already?

[5 minutes pass]

Text to Jonathan, from Millicent ***.
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D What's his name?
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent I don't really see why you need to know, we aren't going to release it or say anything. I honestly feel like he's a pretty private person...and again... NOTHING HAPPENED.
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D I ask... Milli.... So we can check him out and prepare any backlash if he does something.
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent He's not going to do something... other than ghost me. ... though I guess that's not doing something.
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D You have his number?
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent JON.
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D Someone's going to find out, we should damage control. I told you, this is what happens when you get all reclusive and ***. This is kind of a nightmare. Neil's going to be annoyed.
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent Not if I release something soon.
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D You have something to release?
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent Yeah... Honestly, I got inspired and finished something. It's piano heavy.
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D Oh well then! This is great timing!

[10 minutes]
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D Still alive?
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent Yeah just... ... I hate this stuff, y'know?
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D Well, don't hang out with people who tweet ***.
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent That is NOT the point.
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D I beg to differ.
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent Just do your job, Jon.
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D Are you mad at me?
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent ... no. Never.
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D ... I'm going to come over.
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent Ok.
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D Put Wintermute outside, she scares me.
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent ... lol
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PostPosted: Thu Mar 01, 2018 1:33 pm    Post subject: 8/20/2017 Reply with quote

Text to Jonathan, from Millicent: What did he think?
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D: ***, Milli. ***. Second. Still here.
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D: Can we call you?
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent: No.
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D: Uh.
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent: Did he like it?
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D: Dude. Laurent is losing his ***. He's kinda mad at you. It's kinda weirdly scary.
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent: Damn. Did I rip off some ancient dead organist for the Nights Templar that died in some house fire or something?
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D: AHAHA omg. Omg yes. I mean no, but I wish that was it.
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent: Why is he mad then?
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D: Because it's *** GOOD. Like "WHY DIDN'T I THINK ABOUT THIS?!" Good. I think he called you a "termagant" and a "virago" or something? Wtf does that even mean? It didn't sound nice. He hit his piano. Like, he broke it.
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent: ...and Neil?
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D: He thinks it's hilarious!
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent: No, what did he think of the song?
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D: Oh. He doesn't get the amount of classical and he's not sure how to market it yet but he knows it will have an audience. He thinks this could be good for you. Also. Milli. It's *** good. It's *** sad though, are you all right?
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent: Yeah. I'm fine. Look, I made a longer version. That can be like a radio edit or something, but the album will have a longer version.
Attachment: .wav file EphemeralLong3rd.
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D: Oh. That may work actually.
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D: Yeah, Neil actually really likes that and doesn't think a longer version should be the first release.
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent: Great. I'm not done with the longer one yet, but soon.
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D: Any new info on the rest of it? Is it all going to be like this?
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent: Yeah. It is. And. I need some cash to travel to finish a few of the songs.
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D: Like for a particular studio somewhere? Where do you need to go?
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent: No, like, I need to go spend some time in a few places.
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D: like inspiration ***? Like the second album?
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent: Yes. Exactlly.
Attachment: A photo of a note written in Milli's handwriting.

Spinal Landscapes.

0. Iron stairs
1. Black silk sheets.
1. Bucharest.
2. Tangiers
3. Edinburgh
5. New Orleans
8. Cathedral
13. Star-gazing
21. Sinon
34. Millicent
55. Aeternum.
89. Never.
144. Ephemeral

Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D: Oh. Oh ***.
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent: I need to do at least 3 places overseas. I'd like to also go back to Edinburgh to make sure I get it right. And why don't you come with me to NOLA?
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D: ROAD TRIP!
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent: yes.
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D: Laurent demands hearing what you have already for Bucharest. He also is saying something about a book. He's talking really fast in French right now. I don't know if it's creepy or annoying.
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent: I can send a few snippets of what I think are finished parts. But that is the least finished, and I can't finish it till I go.
Attachment: .wave file BuchShitUgh
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D: They also both like the track numbers. I think Laurent giggled. THAT was creepy.
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent: Did that come through?
Attachment: .wav file Iron. Black. Sinon.
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D: These are Sexy. Like weirdly sexy.
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D: ... wait. Is that that dude's name?
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent: Yes.
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D: Can you hear me groan from here?
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent: Do you like that one? I'm kinda wary about that one.
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D: ... it's the best one. Damnit.
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent: Muses.
Text to Millicent, from Jonathan D: Damnit, Millicent.
Text to Jonathan, from Millicent: Can you hear me shrug from here?
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PostPosted: Thu Mar 01, 2018 1:33 pm    Post subject: 8/27/2017 Reply with quote

Millicent had spent most of the day writing. There were beautiful whirlwinds in her - slow, seething symphonies that gained speed like digital snow storms. Each grey, flickering flake in her mind's eye held notes and stanzas, and bleeding glissandos between parted lips and poignant deaths. Some for you, some for me. Unspoken secrets that no one else could interpret or guess. Their private fermata - discourses in silence, trepidation and revelation. Something unnecessary to discuss. Known. She wrote these thoughts upon paper she'd found, piling up combinations of this grey, drifting world in her mind for everyone else to observe but never touch-- peeking through frosted panes, through clef lines and progression into these internal thoughts and personal landscapes.

During the day, she had noticed that her cell phone had been dead. Unsure how long or if it mattered, she had plugged it in. She'd flipped it on but never looked to check. It really just was an absent remembrance and a semblance of patterns and muscle memory. Millicent had been alone with and in herself until...beautiful polytonality. So much music to make, the world outside the windows did not interest her in the slightest. A bird in a snowy, singing cage that smelled of inspiration and intimacy.

The indicator light flashed harshly in terrible ostinato. She noticed it in the dark between her white lashes and reached for it from her supine place of rest and white on a sea of black.

Text from Jonathan D, to Millicent Grim: Yo. Anything else to listen to?
Text from Jonathan D, to Millicent Grim: Is that a no?
Text from Jonathan D, to Millicent Grim: I'm dying to hear the second half of ephemeral.
Text from Jonathan D, to Millicent Grim: Hey, sorry, fell asleep. Can I drop by today?
Text from Jonathan D, to Millicent Grim: Milli?
Text from Jonathan D, to Millicent Grim: Hey, just shoot me a text. It's fine but I just want to know you're ok.
[3 Missed calls from Jonathan D.]
Text from Jonathan D, to Millicent Grim: Milli. ***. You aren't here at Lars' either. I'm worried. This sucks.
[2 Missed calls from Jonathan D.]
Text from Millicent Grim, to Jonathan D: Jon. ***, I'm so sorry. SO SORRY.
Text from Jonathan D, to Millicent Grim: Jesus christ. Are you ok?
Text from Millicent Grim, to Jonathan D: Of course, of course. I've been busy. Writing.
Text from Jonathan D, to Millicent Grim: Where?
Text from Millicent Grim, to Jonathan D: At a friend's place.
Text from Jonathan D, to Millicent Grim: That's ***. You need to tell me. I was really *** worried. You need to at least keep your phone on, or check it ONCE A DAY or something. Jesus.
Text from Millicent Grim, to Jonathan D: ... I get that you're pissed but. Regardless, I was writing. I really didn't think about it.
Text from Jonathan D, to Millicent Grim: I'm at Lars'. Come talk to me.
Text from Millicent Grim, to Jonathan D: I'm kinda busy.
Text from Jonathan D, to Millicent Grim: Yeah, 'busy' with 'friends' and writing.
Text from Millicent Grim, to Jonathan D: Ok, Jon. Fine. Give me an hour.
Text from Jonathan D, to Millicent Grim: I'll make coffee.
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PostPosted: Mon Mar 05, 2018 1:30 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

8/13/17, Posted 1:52 a.m. by Twitter user @starsinmypockets:

Played @Millicent_G's piano and 100 year old harpischord! Left her cuddling hot Greek dude @Sacrifice_Club studio. #lolmylife #hewashottho

***

8/14/17, around 11:30 a.m.

Text from Stacia: Yo, bitch. Going out without me, hanging out with rockstars? WTF.
Text from Meadow: Uh. What?
Text from Stacia: don’t play coy. The tabloids are blowing up. Your handle’s all over the place.
Text from Meadow: ...It is? Oh ****. What did I say? There was a lot of scotch involved…
Text from Stacia: Oh lmmfao. You were drunk tweeting again? Priceless.

Wide awake now despite her hangover, Meadow pulled up the twitter app on her phone. She had so many notifications stacked up that the little ticker just had plus signs instead of a number. Most of the notifications were either retweets, or @replies wanting to know who the guy was. She checked her own tweets next to see what she’d actually said, then pulled up the direct messages tab.

@rmz_rhydin: Hey stars! Hanging with Millicent Grim, nice. We’d like to get further comment from you?
@starsinmypockets: There isn’t much else to say, but okay.
@rmz_rhydin: Good deal! First for our records: Meadow Starling, any relation?
@starsinmypockets: You see the little check sign by my name, right…?
@rmz_rhydin: Hey, just had to make sure. So what happened? Tell us a little more about your night.
@starsinmypockets: It wasn’t some big thing. Went to a bar. She was there and so was this guy. Talked. Drank Scotch. Talked more. Decided to play music.
@rmz_rhydin: Whoa, you got to jam with her?
@starsinmypockets: Hell ya! It was amazing. That was like… the point of that tweet, lol.
@rmz_rhydin: So who was the guy?
@starsinmypockets: idk
@rmz_rhydin: You don’t know? But you said he was hot!
@starsinmypockets: LOL, so? You know the names of every hot person you come across?
@rmz_rhydin: But you played music with him?
@starsinmypockets: LOL, so? You know the names of every person you jam with?
@rmz_rhydin: Okay, but he was cuddling M.G.?
@starsinmypockets: I dunno that ‘cuddling’ was really accurate. Hanging out together? Idk. I left.
@rmz_rhydin: Were they kissing? Holding hands?
@starsinmypockets: Not while I was there.
@rmz_rhydin: What about after you left?
@starsinmypockets: how would I know? I wasn’t there.
@rmz_rhydin: What can you tell us about him?
@starsinmypockets: ...he’s hot.
@rmz_rhydin: C’mon, you gotta give us something.
@starsinmypockets: Do I? Feel like I already gave you guys more than enough.


Text from Stacia: Hey
Text from Stacia: Where’d you go?
Text from Stacia: I know you didn’t go back to sleep on me, bitch…
Text from Stacia: Don’t make me call you.
Text from Meadow: Sorry. I was DMing with RMZ Rhydin
Text from Stacia: NO WAY, really??
Text from Meadow: I don’t get what the issue here is. They’re making a way bigger deal out of some one-off stupid tipsy fangirl tweet than even the Danny fiasco last month
Text from Stacia: I know, right? RMZ’s about got you on speed dial.
Text from Meadow: Ugh. I know. So hungover. Need a shower. Do me a favor?
Text from Stacia: Maybe. Whatcha need?
Text from Meadow: Take my phone away from me when I’ve been drinking?
Text from Stacia: LOL. Right. Have you met you drunk? That would take an act of Congress.
Text from Meadow: Haha. It was worth a shot.
Text from Stacia: Food later?
Text from Meadow: Sure. Lemme just get presentable first.

****

Text to M.G.: Seems I was more intoxicated than I realized when I left. I don’t even remember writing that.
Text to M.G.: Somebody should probably (definitely) take the internet away from me when I’ve been drinking.
Text to M.G.: I’m so sorry for the hassle and inconvenience. Sad
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PostPosted: Mon Mar 05, 2018 1:35 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

[In response to this set of messages]:


Text to Millicent Grim - 10/16/17 12:53 a.m.: rainbow_1
Text to Millicent Grim - 10/16/17 12:57 a.m.: rainbow_2
Text to Millicent Grim - 10/16/17 1:13 a.m.: rainbow_3
The third clip is incomplete. It's a short snippet of the original file that Milli sent her nearly a month prior, but it's been altered to include the mirroring part from rainbow_1, and a minor triad harmonization on the chorus in Meadow's voice. It matches, maybe exaggerates the sad longing of the original cover.
Text to Millicent Grim - 10/16/17 1:17 a.m.: ...Or something like that, anyway.
Text to Millicent Grim - 10/16/17 1:19 a.m.: Sorry for not hanging with you at that thing the other day -- you two looked a little busy and I...shall we say.... got distracted. Wink
Text to Millicent Grim - 10/16/17 1:21 a.m.: Anyway. Let me know what you think. xxx
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PostPosted: Mon Mar 05, 2018 1:38 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Text to Meadow [10:00 am, 10/16/2017]: I noticed. ^^
Text to Meadow [10:01 am, 10/16/2017]: These are great. We should come up with a time you come by the club. Shop talk.
Text to Meadow [10:01 am, 10/16/2017]: Perfect timing, really. I want to record in a few weeks.

***

Text to Millicent Grim - 10/20/17 5:45 p.m.: Hey. You got the last hot guy I saw around here. Can't blame a girl for seizing the opportunity.
Text to Millicent Grim - 10/20/17 5:47 p.m.: img attachment
Text to Millicent Grim - 10/20/17 5:52 p.m.: Glad I'm on the right track. When do you want to get together?

***

Text to Meadow [6:10 pm, 10/20/2017] I didn't even notice he was hot the first time we hung out. I dunno. I blame Scotch.
Text to Meadow [6:10 pm, 10/20/2017] I saw that surfery guy at the gala. Nice. Worth it?
Text to Meadow [6:10 pm, 10/20/2017] Hmm. How about the week after Samhain? Any day.
Text to Meadow [6:11 pm, 10/20/2017] Oh and I met a guy named Slane the other day. You eyed him once in the Inn. ...long story maybe.

***

Text to Millicent Grim - 10/20/17 6:17 p.m.: It was a good night. Wink
Text to Millicent Grim - 10/20/17 6:18 p.m.: Did I? Was I drunk at the time? I was probably drunk.
Text to Millicent Grim - 10/20/17 6:19 p.m.: Name doesn't ring a bell. What's he look like? Is he hot?
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PostPosted: Mon Mar 05, 2018 1:44 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Text to Millicent Grim 11/11/17 - 6:45 p.m.: Meant to tell you.
Text to Millicent Grim 11/11/17 - 6:45 p.m.: I met this hot dude.
Text to Millicent Grim 11/11/17 - 6:47 p.m.: He suckered me into helping him plan a party.
Text to Millicent Grim 11/11/17 - 6:47 p.m.: Did I mention he was hot?
Text to Millicent Grim 11/11/17 - 6:48 p.m.: Anyway, I did it.
Text to Millicent Grim 11/11/17 - 6:49 p.m.: So you should come.
Text to Millicent Grim 11/11/17 - 6:50 p.m.: And wear white.

***

Text to Meadow 11/11/17 - 7:15 p.m.: How hot? Worth the effort?
Text to Meadow 11/11/17 - 7:15 p.m.: And...what Kind of hot are we talking about?
Text to Meadow 11/11/17 - 7:16 p.m.: But yes... I would love to. What kind of shindig? And... How many people can I bring?
Text to Meadow 11/11/17 - 7:16 p.m.: Is that rude?

***

Text to Millicent Grim 11/11/17 - 7:35 p.m.: Like...Sons of Anarchy hot.
Text to Millicent Grim 11/11/17 - 7:37 p.m.: <picture>
Text to Millicent Grim 11/11/17 - 7:39 p.m.: You can bring the hot guy yes. Maybe one or two others max? I don't actually know the girl whose birthday it is but she's a local actress and she looks cool.
Text to Millicent Grim 11/11/17 - 7:41 p.m.: <picture>
Text to Millicent Grim 11/11/17 - 7:42 p.m.: It's a glow party... which is to say that *everything* is UV reactive.
Text to Millicent Grim 11/11/17 - 7:43 p.m.: So wear white or I'll cover you in glow in the dark paint and glitter.
Text to Millicent Grim 11/11/17 - 7:43 p.m.: Actually, scratch that. I may do it anyway. Smile

***

Text to Meadow 11/11/17 - 7:43 p.m.: Oh. Damn. I see the appeal.
Text to Meadow 11/11/17 - 7:43 p.m.: Haha... I will bring two hot guys, then. My manager needs to have a good time, he's been kinda brooding and sad. I will introduce you. You would like him if you can get him out of his funk.
Text to Meadow 11/11/17 - 7:45 p.m.: Mmm. And... yes. I can do that. White.
Text to Meadow 11/11/17 - 7:45 p.m.: ...I'm a huge fan of glitter and ...creativity. See you there!
Text to Meadow 11/11/17 - 7:45 p.m.:We must get a few dances in. We must.
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PostPosted: Mon Mar 26, 2018 12:08 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Millicent hugged the sleeves of her silk kimono a little tighter around her, as though she could transform the extra fabric into a blanket or armor against the cold. The snow-white silk fluttered in the soft breeze. She preferred this to closing the mud room door near the kitchen. She liked the fresh air and the light wind off the brook behind this side of the church-home. She liked the smell of the fresh water and the grass. Every detail about her home had been thought out. Even the lay of the land. Something she had learned from her time on the Isle of Skye. And it was good that it had. Because she spent a lot of time here. Alone. And it had memories.

It reminded her of things. Of foundation stones and infinity.

Millicent sort of swayed over to her cell phone, sitting on the counter among the detritus of her morning project. Apple pancakes made in the German style. There was flower everywhere, even on the phone screen.

Text from Millicent, to Slane: I have this urge to have you come over and show you some things in my place. But like... I don't intend to be forward or weird.
Text from Millicent, to Slane: I just...
Text from Millicent, to Slane: How does that sound?
Text from Millicent, to Slane: As I mentioned, I haven't been feeling the Inn lately, and I have this weird urge to make this Scottish thing I learned to make. I guess that means I want to cook for you? Whatever, go with it.
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PostPosted: Mon Mar 26, 2018 12:20 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

He was smoking a cigarette outside when the first message landed. He didn't hear the phone buzz. On the charming stone stoop of his home he took one last inhale. His exhale was heavy, smoke pushed out of his nose in twin lines as be bent down to extinguish his cigarette. Seconds later, when the cloud of cancer moved on, he stepped inside.

The rental cottage was neat, charming and impersonal. His books were splayed open on the table. In the kitchen he used a toothpick to skewer an olive out of a jar, popping it into his mouth and securing the lid. The refrigerator door shut with a sinking ssstttttiii sound. His mouth worked on the rubbery, salty flesh of it as the toothpick tucked into the corner of his lips.

He examined the door lock to the bedroom and whether or not the steel it was enforced with looked inconspicuous.

Bzzzzz. Bzzzz. His gaze moved. He swallow the olive and moved to his phone, grinning at the name which popped up. Red Dress was calling.

Text to Milli: It's not forward. Maybe not weird until you said it was weird.
Text to Milli: Same place I walked you to?

The place where lights of a cathedral glittered over the dark.
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PostPosted: Mon Mar 26, 2018 12:48 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Millicent was forking spoonfulls of apple pancakes into her mouth as her phone buzzed.

The image was straight out of a manga page. Her hair was wound up into bun-pigtails, little white tufts of imitation ears. The flour on her was more just a commentary on texture, lost in the milk-white of her skin. It was not unlike a Jackson Pollock, though it took up a little less real estate. She wrinkled her nose as the second buzz came in, but it was an affectionate nose-wrinkle that included a smile.

She licked her fingers diligently and plucked out her reply.

Text from Millicent, to Slane: Hmm. True. Fair. I retract the weird comment.
Text from Millicent, to Slane: Did that work?
Text from Millicent, to Slane: And yes. Same place. How about just before sunset, so it's not as spooky. And I have a killer view we can eat to.
Text from Millicent, to Slane: 6:30? You can pick the day.
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PostPosted: Mon Mar 26, 2018 12:59 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

There was a look to his table, full of pages and wards. Words and drawings of an old language meant for the nephilim. He turned from them, punching in the response.

Text to Milli: No time like the present.
Text to Milli: Think you can handle that?
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PostPosted: Mon Mar 26, 2018 1:19 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Millicent was softly humming to herself as she cleaned up the kitchen accouterments. Gentle, mellifluous, reenacted falsettos came out here and there. There was an art form in mimicry that was exemplified here, as she made it sound as though the highest of the male vocal range was also difficult for her in a similar, tremulous sort of way. It was not. But it payed homage to the recording artist, and gave her something to do.

"This can't be truuuueee girl. Your love for meeeee girl..."

And I felt good inside sweet heart
Do doo do do dooo do dooo


Eddie Holman. 1950 something.

The calm, late morning laziness of an artist in repose permeated the kitchen like the warm, cloying embrace of the pancake scents-- home made apple stuffs and bakery sweetness.

Millicent flitted here and there, like a ghost who has been left to ransack the family home while they were away on vacation. The white silk kimono and Japanese style hair made her part spectre, part kitsune. The vision was rare, as the sunlight was rampant and a large part of the scene. Flour motes and amber light. It glittered off steel and marble surfaces, it flashed in her white hair and gave her substance that belied the phantasmal feel of the moment. Alas. But that's what mornings were in this house. Half real.

She picked up her phone.

"S***."

She looked around the kitchen.

She typed her reply.

It was probably a tic in the column of 'All women are duplicitous.' But no one would ever know. And it wasn't really true.

Text from Millicent, to Slane: Psh.
Text from Millicent, to Slane: Of course I can.
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PostPosted: Mon Mar 26, 2018 1:53 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Fingers scratches at the roughness of the side of his face. He smiled at what was an easy, quick response.

Text to Milli: See you then.

His eyes lifted tot he rental home. The only mess he had to clean was from making coffee. There was a look down to the faces of peeled up papers on the table. Yes... yes. Of course, he knew. But what was the harm in a later-night conversation?
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PostPosted: Tue May 08, 2018 7:20 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

[From Discord CE server event, posted from play. Thanks and credit to Nate's player]

Millicent didn't really know anything about magic. Well. Except what she had read. And she had read quite a lot. Her home was a veritable museum of old texts and beautiful illuminated manuscripts that she had rescued from collectors and time. She stumbled upon these things and had a love for them that was cursory and frivolous as well as bone-deep. Her matrilineal heritage was still rather lost on her. She perhaps had a suspicion, but it was never part of her understanding of herself or her identity. She had enough to deal with as it was. And magic had never imposed itself on her. She was just a girl. She was aware of the implications of her middle name, 'Rowan.' But few knew it, and she rarely paid it mind. She left that to her cousin.

So, it was not clear as to whether there was a sensitivity to the pulse of -- something, something dark-- that had flung itself from DSL, or merely a question of range. She had been on her way there to grab a drink. She enjoyed the bartenders, Julian and Moriah, and as much as she loved engaging in the new and exciting, she was somewhat of a creature of habit. Of comfort. However, just around the corner from the bar, she gripped the wall of the coffee shop she passed and found herself in discomfort and nausea. A sickness that seemed to come from her head, a wave of dizziness, as well as her stomach. She swayed and pushed herself from the wall, but then idly, almost drunkenly, found her way to the curb and unceremoniously dropped herself there-- sitting on the darkened, dirty curb in her white, flouncing dress. She put her chin in her palm and sat there, composing herself. A few full minutes passed before she reached into her small bag and pulled out her phone.
"Ugh," she said once the line connected.

Answering the phone he'd palmed out of his pocket, a more predictable greeting got caught in his mouth when a semi-disgusted exhale landed in his ear on the call. "...That's so hot. Do it again, but slower this time," his tone was droll and he left a pause in the conversation in the case that Millicent might concede or to enjoy a trickle of audible amusement. "What? Are you alright? I'm just a few blocks over, I'll be there in a little bit..." Not alarmed yet, again he left space for her extrapolation of what this particular 'ugh' meant.

And meanwhile, the pace of his stride became a bit less lackadaisical to quicken his arrival at their agreed meeting point. The prior engagement had been informal and so were his clothes: suede boots that weren't particularly precious a couple shades darker gray than his deteriorating jeans, a graphic tee swallowed by a cowl-collared cardigan. He kept his eyes to himself behind a pair of wayfarer sunglasses that were cheap enough not to care whether he misplaced or broke them, the swath of black plastic across his face making the wind-licked fringe of white hair more dramatic than it might have been otherwise.

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PostPosted: Thu May 10, 2018 7:20 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

[From event side play, live-post with Nate's player. Thank you.]

The subtle mess of noise playing on the line was a common indication that Nathan was calling from out on a street. Whether Laurent answered his call or let it pass on to voice message recording, the request would arrive in the same format. "Hey. I mean, hello. I need some... advice, and maybe some instructions, and I think maybe you'd know about this, so if you have a couple of minutes...?"

Laurent picked up the phone, even though he didn't recognize the number. There was a low purrrrr on the other end of the line as Nathaniel spoke, though it likely was lost in the street sounds. "My, my, Nathaniel." Like he could lick the name through wires. "You dissipate out of the self-imposed shadows and I'm one of the first people you call? What oh what could you need from me?" Then under his breath, to himself. "That's an intriguing notion in and of itself."

"....I need to know what kind of rope. To tie someone up with. Someone you like--someone that I like. Do I just get it from the Home Depot? And how much? I've seen the internet, but should I trust it?" Had Laurent seen the internet? That was a topic for another conversation.

There was silence on the phone for a moment, then Laurent's silver voice slithered a little more swiftly through a question that he found absolutely necessary. "Wait. What kind of tying up are you talking about? Someone we like? Vampire or--?"

"--it's not a vampire," he was polite enough to stop himself from saying that was gross. Mostly it was just cold, but that ruined it for him. Not Laurent's problem. "The kind that leads to sex." A little bit impatient, but probably on account of a youthful sort of embarrassment at all the details -- or discussing it in front of a bar while trying not to be overheard.

"Hmm," came through, thoughtfully, from the other end of the line. Then there was silence that likely didn't help with that sort of embarrassment. Then: "...you called me for bondage advice? I had my hand on-- I guess that does make some sense." He could probably actually hear the old vampire thinking, turning ancient Gaulic gears. Laurent was not used to helping people, not with things like this, and not mortals, and not-- Let's just say this was a bit different for him and Laurent was actually taken aback. Then, he simply answered. "Shibari rope. You can order it online. Probably a specialty shop downtown, too."


"I'm sorry if that's offensive? I don't assume it's your number one hobby or anything like that. I--you're just the oldest, classiest person that I know, I think, and so--yeah. I think I can figure out the knots. Maybe I'll go find a book. Shibari. Thank you. For answering."


Laurent laughed. And it was actually an amused laugh. It did not disappoint, it was a sonorous but somehow creepy laugh. There was an echo quality to it, like it was disembodied. "Offend? Moi? A hobby? Do you even know what my hobbies are, child? -- Classiest? I am entertained by that, and that you are also defining rope tying as classy. My my, where have you been? -- Other than putting the fear of the Christian god in our drivers?"


"I--nope. I don't think I'd thought about what they might be, but if they don't involve disemboweling me or sucking my blood, I am pretty sure they're really interesting. By the way, this conversation never happened? At least not for a few weeks, yeah? It's a surprise. Some of it probably isn't, but I don't think she'd be into that side of it. They make gold and silver--everything can be classy if you're doing it right, right? I've been around. The Christian god is kinda easy to shock, so I mean..."


Laurent chuckled. It was genuine, so he forgot the sound effects. "Pretty sure I've had enough of your blood for this life time. Fascinating stuff, that. Mmm. And of course, in truth, I can't think of another person who is more capable of keeping a secret. Save Lars. But I'm not sure if that's because he doesn't talk or he doesn't listen. Germans. Ah. Mmmmmm. And you're right," a pause, there was a soft sort of far-away squealing sound that sounded like a very tiny person in pain. "Yes, yes he is."


Nathan stopped himself from asking if Laurent and Lars were an item, or any variation of such a question, less sure on the mobile call how the vampire might take it if he was mistaken. Their relationship was not his business in any case. He had even less idea what to say about Laurent having enough of his blood, though the statement did make his mouth thin wondering if that was a reference to Millicent or to someone else. Was he going to try to blame the car on Millicent here? "I suppose he was just following protocol on why the backseat should be detailed or something? It's not going to stop any time soon," an obvious statement, given the nature of the call.


"I think it had more to do with the fact that your sister is famous? And that, ohhhhh, I don't know," he purred into the phone. Somehow his voice getting a little loud, no, closer, no, looming, no, both? "the fact that you look very much alike. We're currently deciding what we should do with him. Or the body." Laurent licked his lips, the pause was poignant. "Oh, I don't care about you stopping. In fact, I think I prefer that you not. Highly entertaining all of this. Also, I mean, have you ever thought of children?" Laurent wasn't certain whether Nathan would understand his personal feelings on this, but he was willing to go wherever his reaction went.


There was a quip on the end of his tongue about vanity, which he killed before it could escape because he refused to put Millicent under the proverbial bus. There was a momentary rustle, a lingering pause, and Nathan cleared his throat so that his voice wouldn't crack when he answered. "I don't think we're ready to discuss that yet. I'm sure if it occurs to her, she'll let me know. Sorry for your loss? Is--" Was he prepared to follow through? Although he asked it from inside the shell of the sweater he'd pulled fully over his head, it seemed important. "Is there something I can do to compensate for it?"


There was, essentially, another purr on the other end of the line. Like that was a natural way for him to pause when only communicating with voice. Perhaps it was, as the Tzimiche could not f*** with reality in any other way. Now, Facetime was a whole other thing all together. Laurent rather enjoyed Facetime. "Not ready to-- Occurs to her? Did it occur to you?" And there was absolutely no way in the world Laurent would let that question go without answering. He had a morbid curiosity. No s***. This era of genetics and science thrilled him with all sorts of new ideas and possibilities for perversity. "Oh, we probably wont kill him," said with a 'you silly' timbre to it, but without the pet names. "If he can't keep his mouth shut about such things, what good is he to us? Eh. Boys will be boys. Couldn't stop talking about the show he got, y'know?" The colloquial was perverse when it rolled out of Laurent's mouth.


Maybe Nathan was disappointed by that clarification, or an opportunity missed to elevate himself in regard to Laurent's respect, or both. "Well it *** occurs to me now that we need to have a conversation about birth control. Otherwise no, it hadn't. So thank you again. I don't think I'm out of line assuming she knew exactly what she was going to do; I can only imagine that she called a car from the Club on that account... Exhibitionism isn't my bag, and neither is ruining her career."


"Have I upset you? Upsetting you was not my intention. I was just... picking your brain. Without, you know, actually. As for the rest, do you think she's really that self-possessed....all the time? I'm not too sure."


"Oh. No. I'm just prone to foul language. I appreciate that, thank you. None of us are, all of the time, but I think it's giving me more credit than I'm due really to assume that she's just mindlessly...." f***ing me. "Making these choices."


"Perhaps I'll ask her," the vampire thought aloud.


"If it suits you?" Nathan didn't know the depth of relationship between Millicent and the vampire, but he didn't seem perturbed by the notion.


"Do we do things for any other reason, my dear boy?" The grin was palpable. Then, uncharacteristically Laurent added. "For the record, I don't have a problem with.... your relationship with your sister. In fact, I'd meant to encourage it."


"That's a relief. I, uhm... yeah. It's unconventional." So was this conversation. "We're out for drinks, so I can't talk much longer but if you have any more recommendations or suggestions about what I was talking about before.... I'm a quick study."


"Mmm." And that grin happened again, through the phone. As well as some odd static. "I'll send you something. Actually-- yes. I will. Enjoy drinks, Nathan."
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PostPosted: Thu Jul 05, 2018 10:11 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

[Text from Millicent to Nathaniel] Mangos. So many mangos. They make me smile.
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PostPosted: Thu Jul 05, 2018 10:21 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

text from Nathaniel to Millicent: There is never a mango that isn't worth the trouble you'll get into for eating it...
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PostPosted: Thu Jul 05, 2018 10:28 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

[Text from Millicent to Nathaniel] Trouble. Trouble?! I think that's my middle name. The second text from Millicent took a few minutes to arrive. In a way, it was something akin to torture porn, and ransom threats. There was a very sharp, rather wicked and probably old knife (obviously not hers. Who did she go shopping with?) held against the dripping flesh of a half-skinned mango. The third text was abstract. A petal shaped, ashen pink lower lip barely parted from an upper that was out of frame. From the corner of her mouth dripped two perfect, candle-wax inspired droplets of sun-ripe orange mango juice. Trouble? And provocateur.
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[Text from Olivia to Laurent] Babe, bubi, bubala... I have a friend who wants to see you.
[Text from Laurent to Olivia] Does she wear her heart on her sleeve and have shiny golden rays of evil framing her beautiful, maudlin face?
[Text from Olivia to Laurent] Yeah. Sure.
[Text from Laurent to Olivia] Bring her to my place. Sundown.
[Text from Oliva to Laurent] Put some of that fancy monk-stuff on ice.
[Text from Laurent to Olivia] Oh dearheart, of course.
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Liv found herself smoking outside of the bar. A busy bar. Not her preferred bar. Perhaps that was the reason for her apprehension. Or perhaps she was dusk-dreaming. She was vaguely aware of how comfortable she felt in the long cast shadows of the half-alley, half-loading area. As usual, like the rebel beatnick of her heart, she was all in black-- a lithe catspaw slipping silently into obscurity. Yet, she'd been there for a while, transforming, disintegrating, igniting the hot red cherry of her cigarette with her languid inhalations as the sun turned something similarly hot-crimson and choruscating. The beacon to find her was likely on purpose, like the soft humming to the tunes in her earbuds.

The sun is falling down outside the city walls
She's glowing like the cherry on my cigarette
Beaten sweater, diamonds sweating down her neck
I cannot take my eyes off her silhouette


She found herself absently palming her phone. She'd already scrolled to his name. She'd been staring it down. Thinking. Debating. Cultural diplomat and child of the forest. She pursed her lips. She worried the lower in her teeth.

She decided to text. Innocuous, right?

[From Olivia to Writ] Hey. Whiskey?
[From Olivia to Writ] I can text you the address.
[From Olivia to Writ] Also... Hi.


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