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[infomodder]

btw are you down for having a Christmas dinner with Frederick and Raina?

[aggressiveapathy]

at our place?

text

[huntergames]

april i have an important question

[aggressiveapathy]

do it

12/20/2015 - early morning - 1/3

[infomodder]

WHERE ARE YOU

[infomodder]

ARE YOU SAFE

text; early 12/30

[textualhealing]

Rest of the week off.
Enjoy it while you can.

[aggressiveapathy]

this is a trick

Delivery

[enucleation]

[ a tiny bit late, but Kaneki delivers. Honestly, he doesn't celebrate Christmas, but New Year is something he is much more fond of and he will be giving a present to all the people he has a relatively positive relationship with. So he will be dropping by to leave some Mochi Rice Cake. Enjoy! ]

01.01.2016 -- delivery

[slightlyoffchilt]

[This bouquet is delivered, addressed to April. The attached note reads as such:

It could have been worse.

- Doctor Frederick Chilton.]

during the thing;

[infomodder]

[Their room's curtains have been tautly drawn for a while now. And Will feels like he's been stark naked almost as long, which is seriously not a problem when he's laid up in bed with April. Really, there are absolutely no complaints here. There are covers and blankets if he gets cold, even though Florida's cold is nowhere near the same as Virginia's. Even when it's not going through...whatever the hell's actually happening right now. It's nice to be away from murderous shit, and nicer still to be away from it and cooped up with his wife.]

You have to pick a mainstream rock band from back home, any time period, deceased or not, to show up and become the gods of imPort rock...who's your choice?

[Yeah he put mainstream in there for a reason.]

[aggressiveapathy]

Bette Midler. Obviously.

[ Did that count as main stream? She didn't care. It's a name old enough she's confident Will would have at least heard of her, though. Even if only April could call her a Rock band with a totally straight face.

But she rolls over enough to meet his eyes, blankets coming along to hide her own nakedness because warm. Florida had shit on Indiana, but it still felt nice. ]

20 Jan

[kinesia]

april where are you
can you see this ?

Re: 20 Jan

[aggressiveapathy]

i see you
idk where i am
russians say space
satan says other
you okay?

delivery! (2/14)

[glitterateur]

[On this, the most important romance-related holiday of the year, April receives a card delivered by a flying pig. The pig was probably supposed to look sort of like cupid, as is appropriate for the day, but Mabel made the wings way more bat-like than cherubic. That does not stop it from being kind of wary of any nearby raccoons.

There’s a small chocolate heart taped to the back, and a little note: Happy Valentine’s Day! Have the best day EVER!!]

[infomodder]

[April gets a picture! A selfie of Will sitting in a chair in front of a travel poster, all very waiting room-esque. How sexy.]

if you could go to any country for a week
which one would you choose

[He is not about to list deals or whatever because all he cares about is where April wants to go, not the price.]

[aggressiveapathy]

right now?
Australia
deadly
and no one gives a shit

raina-ing on parades;

[infomodder]

[There is some pretty interesting conversation going on the Network, hot damn. Keeping in the vein of April being smarter than him and Will learning from her smarts, he waits a little while and then abruptly appears in the doorway. No big deal, really, nothing out of the normal here. He's in pajamas and carrying a big ass bowl of ice cream with two spoons sticking out of it, takes no time in plopping down right next to his wife, feet up just like usual. All without looking at her or saying anything, too invested in getting a good spoonful of ice cream.

He speaks with his mouth half-full after he's settled, the absolute heathen.]

She's never gonna get it. Or fess up to getting it, that would be more accurate. [That second spoon is sticking in April's direction for good reason.] Must be nice to live in a bubble where you never fuck up.

[aggressiveapathy]

Yeah. It's not really for her. Just any idiots that listen when her mouth opens and boobs shake.

[ So ice cream is lovely, but she will keep up with this stupid, pointless fight until she wins the only way she knows how: getting in the last word. ]

More like her sex kitten never fucks up. Ever.

BACKDATING THIS TO APRIL 1ST LIKE WHOA

[exceptfebruary]

[ There's just a selfie of Calendar Man in costume in front of whatever glittery prank horrors him and his fellows wrought on the Washington Monument. ]

[aggressiveapathy]

approved

magic carpet ride!!!

[infomodder]

He isn't sure he buys the idea this "enlightenment" adventure is a truly unique plant that has been passed down for centuries, but he's not going to protest or complain. He is sure he buys it's something valid, whatever it is. Been around enough to attract tourists to its wares instead of being some odd back alley dealing, so. Maybe they're not doing the Plant of Ancient Wisdom, that's okay. They're not doing anything to send them to the ER or morgue. That's what matters when he has immunity and his wife does not.

He has more reservations about their pipe, which he thinks must be made from some sort of bone, than he does the fact they're about to inhale something illegal in all fifty states. Christ. Like that's difficult. Nope, not a concern at all, so not a concern he strikes up the match to light the end so April can enjoy the first whiff between them.

"Remember to start slow."

[aggressiveapathy]

"Please. My generation invented smoking out."

Said like a true millennial as she grins around the Death Pipe Of Ancient Insight (so termed by her) at her darling old man, then takes a deep puff. Despite that whole warning and her commentary. It's her birthday, damn it. And more importantly, the one she's been waiting for. She was ported in a year after the last friday the 13th birthday. She deserved all the drugs for making it to seeing the next one.

"Your turn."

text

[huntergames]

april i have a question for you
if it is okay to ask

she can't help herself

[aggressiveapathy]

is that the question?

text;

[wizzardly]

I have a sort of job offer for you.

[aggressiveapathy]

you have luggage for body disposal

text

[viced]

Hey. It's your boss.

Re: text

[aggressiveapathy]

whatever happened
i didn't do it

[left outside her door...]

[wizzardly]

[...is a hat. It is, one assumes by the poorly-stitched purple sequins spelling out "WITTCH", a witch's hat. In addition to a few sewn-in feathers (he couldn't very well add wizards' runes, after all) the black velvet is a massacre of silver and purple glitter. This is not the hat of a witch who will go unnoticed in a crowd, that's for sure.

A little note card sits propped against it. The card reads:

You can't be a proper witch without a proper witch's hat, and you're obviously a proper witch. Hope it fits. - Rincewind]

[aggressiveapathy]

[ Only a couple hours later, there is a small gaggle of raccoons armed with hot glue and bedazzling guns, along with glitter and stickers knocking on his door. ]

[infomodder]

[Will finds April, wherever she may be in the house. He taps her shoulder and moves along to their room. What mysterious yet definitely come hither language he's speaking! Surely something quite sexy is brewing in that cracked head of his...

Or not. When she gets into their room, she'll find that Will is perched on the edge of the bed, yes. But he's holding out his device to a certain post, and despite his friendly enough (for him) conversations she can view, his face now is a stony, stern, serious thing.]

Have you ever talked to this man?

[aggressiveapathy]

I dunno.

[April looked at the thread, frowning...but nope. No photographic like memory or anything for her.]

If I did he wasn't interesting, I guess. Who'd he chop up?

text;

[textualhealing]

Can I ask you something, for serious?

[aggressiveapathy]

you can only sleep with will if i can watch

PHYSICAL MAIL this goes to Will too

[exceptfebruary]

[ There's a package in the mail. Inside is a box of chocolates and a small black envelope. Inside is a handmade Valentine's Day card from none other than Calendar Man: ]

Text

[viced]

Your Comm Reactivated.

April, please tell me you know who this is.

[aggressiveapathy]

siri?

judge not lest ye be judged

[infomodder]

did you have john mayer
do you remember him
your body is a wonderland

judge away

[aggressiveapathy]

i want a divorce

text;

[wizzardly]

So how worried should we be about Jeff do you think?
I mean the chances of him coming back I mean
I mean you and Will have both left and returned. I've done it as well.
So he should be back, right?

Re: text;

[aggressiveapathy]

yeah
but don't let that stop you from taking his stuff