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< H.Jack69 >

[thedifferencebetween]

i kno were still not talking

im not trying 2 start a conversation

but the holidays coming up n i have a little sumthing 4 u

is there sumwhere i can leave it 4 u 2 get?

Re: < H.Jack69 >

[girlcorrupted]

[ It's a solid 24 hours before Angel decides to give a curt response. ]

A gift is both unnecessary and unwanted.

< H.Jack69 >

[thedifferencebetween]

its nothing big

luk im not

this isnt

im not trying 2 pull anything im not trying 2 get an 'in' w/u or any bs like that

its just the holidays n ur my daughter

im willing 2 do a friggin ded drop merc day gift here im trying 2 respect ur boundaries

[girlcorrupted]

It's a little late for that, don't you think? Why now, and not before you denied me almost all bodily autonomy?

[justbeingknife]

[ Season's greetings -- a Christmas present has arrived at the door!

It is a package of holiday baked goods, and a request to take some days off, paid holiday. It's probably best not to spend all one's time trying to track down secret information, after all. ]

[girlcorrupted]

[ Angel is so caught off guard by this! A thoughtful employer?? Out of habit she does check the baked goods for bombs and the like, but happily eats them (and shares with the rest of the castle) when she finds them safe. ]

[nobirdsallowed]

Virgil doesn't know Angel well, but they share a living space so he wanted to get her something- she'll find some cozy throw pillows in a gift labeled to her from the in-house handyman

Backdated to the 2nd

[hairday]

What's your opinion on parties? :)

[ The message arrives shortly after Clint's officially announced The Lighthouse's first black tie fundraiser slash date auction slash casino-hosted extravaganza. Steve knows what his own opinion is, and it's that he's absolutely going, come hell or high water, and preferably not by himself. ]

Like theoretically?
Love the concept, or hate it?

[girlcorrupted]

I've never been to one.

[ Not in person, at least. But spying on corporate galas through security bots probably doesn't count. ]

[hairday]

No worries! I mean, that's why I said theoretically. How do you think being in a room full of people drinking and probably dancing would sit with you?

I'm talking about Clint Barton's big get-together.

backdated to the night of the fundraiser

[hairday]

[ Annie's a talkative girl. Steve finds himself plunging into a carefree conversation regardless of the circumstances, hours slipping by before things come to a natural conclusion. When the revelry finally subsides, a wave of guilt washes over him upon glancing at the time... as well as, he's not sure, foreboding, maybe?

Angel, he left her waiting around for so long; he's panicked but not surprised when he searches the venue from the top floor to the bottom and doesn't find her. He starts asking around. Still nothing.

Not knowing what else to do, he heads next door, back to his apartment. ]

did you head home early?



it's ok if you did i would've blown me off too
i just wanna know you're alright

[girlcorrupted]

[ In the end, Angel didn't wait around. Not heeding Jack's advice necessarily, but feeling too conflicted and all around bad to want to continue being there (though Jack did invoke some stranger danger anxiety in her on top of everything else.)

She should have told Steve, but she also didn't want to. At least the emotions of early have settled into a familiar numbness. ]

Yes, I left early. Sorry, I was tired.

[hairday]

[ Whoops, capitalization, punctuation, all that... If he's ever going to learn how to do some next level number crunching, he can't be lazy. ]

Hey, I should be the one apologizing.

[ He doesn't want to do it over this machine; it hardly feels sincere that way, but there's also no sense in not saying so right away. ]

I basically ditched you, and that really wasn't what I intended at all. I'm sorry.

[Text; 3/4]

[defyingfrigidity]

[Something hasn't been sitting right with Elsa this morning. Not since she found Angel's note. While she certainly didn't want to MAKE the girl stay with them if she didn't want to, and she'd be happy if Angel found more friends she felt comfortable enough to stay with, something felt... off.

"I have to return to where I belong."

It's just. It could be nothing. Or it could be something. Had Elsa not spent most of the night and early morning shifting from manticore back to her normal nymph form, all her fur would've been standing on end at those words alone. So she takes to her laptop, just... to try and reach out to the girl.]

Angel.
Are you safe?

[Not "where are you". She doesn't want to seem like she's pressuring the girl to give up her location. Not "are you okay?" because something about the letter makes Elsa feel like she's not. Just.... mmmmm.]

[girlcorrupted]

[ Of course Elsa would reach out, as much as Angel hoped she wouldn't ( though some small part of her secretly hoped she would) Elsa had been a friend. A friend to the parts Angel had let her see, at least. That she had been trying to bury the past was part of why she had to leave in the first place. Take hold of the narrative before it caught up to her. ]

Elsa, I'm sorry if I worried or inconvenienced you. Rest assured, I'm safe.

[defyingfrigidity]

[It's... not as reassuring as Elsa hoped it would be. She responded, at least, so Elsa knows that Angel's not dead or being held hostage. But there's still something that feels wrong about all of this, and she can't shake it.]

You don't need to apologize, Angel.
I just needed to know if you're okay.

Can you... tell me where you are?

< H.Jack69 >

[thedifferencebetween]

luk i kno u dont want me talking to you, but are you at home?

i'm having

i'm

i'm havssdssdzfhzzzzdbgiukcvxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxm


Please disregard. Situation is contained.

4N631

[girlcorrupted]

[ It's not that Angel isn't used to Jack not respecting her bounders in any shape or form (though she had noticed he was less persistent then usual) but something about this seems...off. Keysmash aside, it's just a feeling. ]

Jack?

< H.Jack69 >

[thedifferencebetween]

There is no cause to be alarmed. Distressing news caused organic components to become unstable. Organic components are currently overridden.

To put it in colloquial terms, my emotional center needed a 'time out'.

April 15th

[isawallflower]

[ Something normal. Something good. Something not the violent, murderous urges ping-ponging around her brain or the serial killer out to find her.

That's why Riley's looking forward to a movie with Angel. Just...two girls out, having a good time, seeing whatever's new and popular. Maybe they'll eat popcorn! That sounds normal! That sounds so normal! They normally meet at the theater. Riley shows up first, waiting inside. She doesn't think Aunamee goes to movies, so...that's safe, right?

She's going to wait for Angel, and not focus on anything bad. Or the fact that her feathers are all puffed up. ]

Re: April 15th

[girlcorrupted]

[ Ah, to be normal. A thing Angel is slowly giving up on, but this outing idea is giving pause to that. 2 friends going to the movies! As normal monster girls!

Angel arrives at the same time as Riley (two punctual people means the both of them arriving early) stepping out of the cab she took down from the castle and waving as she spots the other girl. ]

Sorry if I kept you waiting.

[isawallflower]

[ Thank god, she thinks, as if the presence of another monster will deter Aunamee, should he find her. That doesn't show on Riley's face. She merely waves back with a bright smile. ]

Oh, no! Not at all, I just got here.

Putting this here to avoid confusion! Backdated to late July/early August

[girlcorrupted]

[ Angel had thought it would take her longer to fully move herself in to the apartment, but once the seal was broken, once the process had started, it was easy to keep the momentum going until she was fully moved in.

Unfortunately, despite the change of scenery she still suffered from poor sleep. An ailment that clearly didn't plague the two animals that slept soundly at the end of her bed.

After several hours of staring at the ceiling, she couldn't deal with her own thoughts any longer, getting up to distract herself with a glass of water, maybe grab a book or magazine- something to keep the bad thoughts from playing on repeat.

She's lightfooted, especially now, padding past Steve's room as quietly as she can on her way to the kitchen. ]

[hairday]

[ Angel's commitment to stealth would have worked had Steve actually been in his room. He's a heavy sleeper, generally. It just so happens that his stint as a merman has introduced one small hiccup to his schedule, when every night he inevitably wakes up with a thirst keeping one glass of water by his bedside isn't enough to quench.

He's standing in the dark, pouring himself another from a pitcher when she nears the kitchen. His hearing isn't what it was before, but becoming part sea creature has actually seen an improvement in his lowlight vision. ]

Angel?

[ There's some faint surprise in his voice from getting caught out of bed, but that's all. He hasn't been sharing a space with her long enough to know whether walking around this late at night is truly out of the ordinary for her. ]

You want one, too?

[girlcorrupted]

[ She nearly jumps out of her damn skin. She was putting so much concentration into keeping quiet that she didn't notice there was already a figure standing in the kitchen. ]

Woah!- oh.

[ She breathes out hard, puts a hand up to her heart like she's trying to contain it from jumping out. ]

I didn't know Mers were nocturnal.