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( tying in with this. )

( Message bank. Go figure. ) Daryl, it's--

( It's been two years since she left voicemail. Longer maybe? She has no idea. ) It's Rosita.

( And a looooooong pause. ) Look, if I just shoved a gun in the face of a friend of yours I'm going to feel like an ass. Her name's Ruby. Call her or... something.

From:

itstheirworld

[Maybe, just maybe, the idea was dumb one, she starts to think, second guesses herself even, but she's already bought the gifts and given Rick his, so it's only fair that she doesn't back out now. Daryl's a bit of a different (still good) character than Rick though, so this time she feels the need to go about a different approach.

Rather than the direct one this time, she takes advantage of the invitation she gets later in the day to come in and discreetly place her gift for the redneck on the couch where he obviously sleeps, tucked between the pillow and the blanket.

Inside a clear white bag with a bow that ties off the top is two smooth rock soaps and two eggs and bacon, breakfast shaped soaps. Attached is a small card with her name signed on it.

Of course when she does this, it's when she thinks she has a second alone in the room, when no one will notice. The hope here is that he'll find it later. When she's not around at least. That's the gamble though, because she's unaware of whether he's home or not in that moment. Or if that's when he could walk in.]

From:

rassera

have you seen tetsuo you were the last person he did business with before he took off did he come back doesnt have his comm on him or id have tried that

[Hello to you too, Kaneda.]

From:

112ounces

hey

so how was the RISE thing on your end?

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driftsintobuffetline

what do you say to a little honeymoon breaking and entering? Might as well, while we're there... Maybe you'd like to see me during your office hours, huh, Doctor? Go over my latest work? Discuss what I might do for tenure?

From:

restingstitchface

I hear you are familiar with my background more than I believed. There are some key differences that I would like to discuss. If you would.

[This is an attempt to engage Batman in deep, meaningful conversation. Tentative first steps to acceptance and growth. Nothing can possibly go wrong if he realizes the message was leaked to somebody else. Nothing.]

From:

itstheirworld

why didn't you tell me the truth about the diet of the others living here?

[comes the same message she misfired to carl as she doesn't feel she has the energy to reword it, but this time sent to the right person.

and despite the tone the text may give off, she's not mad per se, just trying to work out her feelings and flighty-ness.]

From:

burnseternal

[ For Christmas, Daryl receives: a small folded knife, meant for whittling and camping, three homemade soy candles that smell faintly of leather, and a homemade rope. ]

Dear Daryl,

I had been making jewelry for most, but somehow, you did not seem like one fond of accessorizing. But since you do camp, I believe that everyone could use a sturdy rope and this one, I promise you, is sturdier than most. May it be of use to you, if you ever have the opportunity to use it.

And, of course, I wish you a happy holiday, whatever it is you celebrate, and wish you nothing but health and good fortune in the new year.

-Saint Walker

From:

ghoulking

[ Kaneki only celebrates New Years, so that's the day he'll be dropping off gifts. For Daryl, he will leave incense, home-made mochi (rice cakes), sake and a a japanese handkive. ]

Thank you.

- Ken Kaneki / Haise Sasaki

From:

itstheirworld

[Enid's being sneaky about gifts this time around to save herself any misunderstanding he might have about her gift this time. On the edge of his bed of in his room, next to a more girly looking box meant for Mako, would be one wrapped with dark blue paper, a note, and nothing else. The note, if glanced at, would read i didn't mean this wasn't home too, with no name signed to it, but easily figured out if thought about. His gift would reveal itself as motorcycle bracelet when opened.]

From:

exceptfebruary

[ Julian has written a list of resolutions on his behalf, and is courteous enough to send it to him. He's even looked on what was publicly posted by him on the network, and what was said about him in the Majority Report. To make it as helpful as possible, of course. ]

NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTIONS 2017
- Learn to shoot better. But not at people.
- Be less bloodthirsty in general.
- Alternatively, embrace it. Consider a costume. Try green.
- Resist the temptation to join RISE.
- Work on people skills.
- Dress better. But stop modelling.
- Take more showers. Work on personal hygiene. Visit a barber at least once a month.
- Avoid the press and your "fans". Become a hermit. You don't deserve the attention.
- Recognize you are not a good romantic partner for anyone. Let her go.
- You are not in your own backwater world anymore. Consider adjusting to this one. Learn to keep track of your own schedule.
- Get better taste in movies. If you must like Disney films for children, consider Nightmare Before Christmas instead of Pete’s Dragon.

Edited Date: 2016-12-31 09:07 pm (UTC)

From:

infomodder

[There is no name attached to this; if anything it's a series of numbers in line with potential spam.]

Tsunamis are sometimes referred to as tidal waves. Well, they used to be! This term has fallen out of favor recently. Why? Tsunamis are not related to tides. So they are not tidal waves. Mindblowing!

From:

exceptfebruary

[ Hand-delivered by a courier is a large bouquet of white lilies held together by black ribbon, and a Japanese style Condolence Card, though the only thing inside is exactly 14 pennies. The sender is anonymous. ]

From:

mathemagier

[A small handwritten card arrives via mail]

Dear Mr. Daryl,

We're sorry to have missed you. Thank you very much for leaving Mako's gift for us; we'll take care of it well. If there's anything we can do for you, reach out and let us know.

Our condolences,

Hermann & Newt

From:

driftsintobuffetline

It's hard. It never really does get easier. If I told you it did, I lied. It doesn't get easier no matter how many times you disconnect, but especially if you don't mean to. Your mind keeps searching for something, for anything, like a phone looking for a signal and finding nothing and--

[A shuddering exhale.]

God. It sucks.

There's something really horrifically grand and pathetic and very Lifetime Movie dramatic to be sitting on the floor in our house--

And it's such a BIG house, you know? LIKE. What the hell were we thinking? LIKE. Who needs ALL this SPACE?! The APARTMENT was too much space and now this? Like? I'm sitting on, on hardwood--genuine real hardwood floors, none of this laminate crap, and an area rug (what a fucking load of Martha Stewart bullshit...an AREA rug)--getting DRUNK on nice WINE like some overwrought housewife--!

.........my head is so lonely.

From:

driftsintobuffetline

Join Us!
Welcome Home, Hermann! Party
Memorial Day Weekend - Sunday, May 28
BBQ with Hot dogs, bratwurst, and hamburgers. Pool party. BYOB.
Gottlieb-Geiszler House
(Address)

[[ooc: Log will probably go up on Monday, May 29th]]