IC INBOX

[dirtyandtrue]

"This is Matthew - you must have missed me, or I'm elsewhere attending to business. Leave a message if you want a call back.

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This is Matthew's IC inbox for Ainmhian.

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a gift

[howbraveyouare]

[ On Christmas morning, Matthew will find a small box with a silver bow on it just outside his door. Inside, there are a pair of vintage silver cufflinks that Karen found at the curiosity shop. There is also a small square of paper with decidedly feminine handwriting on it. The note reads, "You would probably know better than me, but I thought these might be a nice complement to the fabric you picked for your suit. Merry Christmas, Karen Page." ]

text.

[quatrain]

Are you avoiding me?

[dirtyandtrue]

That would mean I know where you hang out. Of course not.

[Except he totally was. There was also a mild panic and relief that He Ming really was okay. Matthew still wasn't sure what happened.]

[quatrain]

You're right, I'm hard to pin down.

[ It also took him a while to recover, so Matt had the advantage of He Ming staying out of sight for a week or so, minimizing the risk of bumping into him. Now that he's out and about, though... ]

But you're totally avoiding me and I miss hanging out with you! (▰˘︹˘▰)

text

[howbraveyouare]

Ever wanted something to look at when I'm not around? A picture of me?

Re: text

[dirtyandtrue]

I used to collect pictures of Alexis and Micheal - Do they have that ability here? I was under the impression that they were, forgive me, less then advanced.

[The script that came back to her was fluid cursive, reeking of an older, more flamboyant time where hard slants and curls could exist without it being pinned to a Male or Female hand.]

Re: text

[howbraveyouare]

You’d be surprised. My patron gave me a camera, a polaroid. I’ve been taking pictures of everything. I thought I might give you something to remember me by.

[ Her handwriting was perfectly neat, but feminine in a way. Karen knew that she was memorable all on her own, but a token couldn’t hurt. ]

Who are Alexis and Micheal?

Audio; April 15th

[riotousjunkie]

Matt.

Mate.

[There's a tense, focused calm in Cassidy's voice. With as long as Matt's lived and the things he's done, it might be a tone he's heard from himself a time or two before.]

We've got a problem. If you're not balls-deep in somebody, I need 'ya to meet me at the edge of the Wilds. Bring a fresh set of clothes.

[dirtyandtrue]

hmmmpph [The return was muddled and far away. Someone was in Bed.]

What's-.. [Had he heard 'fresh clothes'? Matt shifted and frowned at his open tome. His comfort versus the oddity versus who was on the other side of it all came into battle with each other but only one was the winner and it had Matthew rolling out of bed to come stand in front of the blasted book.]

Come again?

[riotousjunkie]

Come on, man. I need backup. I've got — are you alone? [Even after he gets confirmation, Cassidy relegates his voice to a loud whisper.] I got a face-full of some kinda pollen, and everything went sideways, and now me clothes are covered in blood. Do you understand what I am sayin', here, mate?

text

[nott_caine]

Where have you been? I'm bored to death. Come entertain me!

[dirtyandtrue]

Cleaning up messes, mostly. Where are you now? A break and a laugh would be a welcome change of pace.

[nott_caine]

Yours or someone else's? You're good at both.

I'm in my room. I'm a horribly boring person!

Text

[imaginationswoes]

Hi Matt.

So a few things. I had this weird dream and I am pretty sure I watched you talk to me but after some weird stuff with Cassidy I'm thinking maybe that wasn't a dream??? It's fine but not knowing is driving me crazy.

Also Selene asked me to ask you about her??? I meant to do this sooner but I forgot. Which sucks. I try not to forget things like that.

I went to find you but I didn't think you were in your room.

-Airy

[dirtyandtrue]

I'm pretty sure 'dream' is the loosest word we can use. Something happened.

I wasn't in my room, no. Decided to have a bit of a walkabout.

I'll be up on the observation deck for the next hour or so. Come find me there and we can talk.

a visit

[somepartsbroken]

[ A knock came, one that so often did. Shave and a haircut, two-bits. It was their joke from long before Who Framed Roger Rabbit. Dorian wasn't sure he wanted to tell Matthew about what he had done, as much as he needed to see the man, to have his strength for awhile. To shoot the shit with the one person he could always depend on for anything.]

[dirtyandtrue]

Ever consistent, Matthew was tucked away in his room, the smell of freshly burned opium and passing women creeping out from under his door in a familar greeting to tide Dorian over until his classily disheveled uncle answered the door. With his long pipe in hand and a half open, crooked smile on his lips, Matthew arched his eyebrows at Dorian in question as he stepped back in invitation.

"Oh-ho. An in-office visit. Alexander, welcome as always." He watched Dorian carefully as the man stepped in, closing the door behind him. "Want a hit?" The elaborate pipe in his hand was held out in offering.

[A present]

[itwasrhetorical]

[ One evening as Matthew is about to step out for the night, he will come across a sizable trunk outside his front door tied with a perfumed blue ribbon and a sprig of flowers. For those who could read them, there was meaning behind them. For others perhaps just an attractive array: a brush of sage wrapped about a honeysuckle. A message of esteem and dear affection.

Inside a small note from Glinda's own fair hand, slowly written and almost clumsily formed. It's clearly been written and traced many times before this was decided to be the final copy;

My M,
You are too delightful to spoil.
I hope you enjoy these few tokens of my esteem.
Your Glinda

Inside he will find three fine suits, one velvet green, another blue pinstripe and the final a deep crimson, all of them cut to fit him as perfectly as any of the suits that Glinda had created for him had been. Along with shirts and ties and matching handkerchiefs; everything else he might need to keep himself in good fashion. Three small boxes remain. Glinda, ever mindful in her choices, had selected three sets of cuffs for him poppies, silver set with emeralds and a fine silver set bearing his initial. Her final present a beautiful silver lighter.]

[dirtyandtrue]

Gifts of any sort were not something that Matthew was used to. In his long un-life, the only people who had thought enough to get him gifts for any reason had been Micheal and Alexis, hard-headed enough to drag he and Alexander into the festivities of Christmas. There had been a rare time or two in between but generally speaking, Matthew was the one giving gifts. When he was moved enough to do so, anyway.

The trunk in front of him could only have come from one person - it was the flowers that made him decide it was Glinda. The language of flowers was also a dead one, spoken and known by only a few and utterly fitting for the lovely Witch. Pulling the trunk inside, Matthew opened it up and found her note, fingers running over the clumsy text - Did she not know how to write English? It was a charming quirk, and one that was utter unexpected.

The wares were examined with a soft touch and a growing smile as he looked through her fabulous choices. She never failed to dress him poorly. He couldn't wait for the first excuse he had to dress to the nines in her gifts and show off. He was going to need a jewelry box at this rate, to store the collection of cuff-links he was acquiring.

Until then, he put on his best pair of 'everyday' trousers, a dark olive silk that shimmered when he walked and a freshly pressed shirt, rolling up his cuffs and leaving his collar open for a casual look, and headed out. At the very least, he had to go find the biggest, prettiest bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine. It was only appropriate that he show up at her door with something in thanks, not that she wasn't already getting something of him, but it wasn't totally about sex.

This was courting, after a fashion. Not for Love, but for the spirit of it and while he scoffed at Love, he was ever its slave.

Being in a fairy land had it's perks, like the ability to provide flowers and colors that were unheard of on Earth. Given that he had no real knowledge of the flora of Oz, anything specifically Fairy-based, that wouldn't turn Glinda into a man or some other nonsense, seemed like a good idea. The bouquet that he managed to have arranged were, in his humble opinion, a work of art.

Standing at a good three feet, the display was vibrant - blood orange flowers mixed in with something that looked like a purple lily but glittered an array of colors in the sunlight, pops of pink with long petals that curled depending on the sun's warmth. Blue Bonnets, or something close enough to count, filled out the rest of the mix. It had cost him a pretty penny, but it was well worth the cost.

He arrived at her door later, hoping that she'd be in, curious what he'd do if she weren't and knocked rhythmically. 'Shave and a Haircut'

Text

[riotousjunkie]

So have u actually got any furniture yet?

[dirtyandtrue]

a few pieces but I hesitate to really say yes. Three chairs and a coffee table. Whatever Alex has stolen. Few built in beds though. Come see it

House Call

[imaginationswoes]

Airy snatched Oberon's note off her nightstand and gave Cassidy a quick kiss on the cheek before heading out. He'd had a lot last night and Airy was fairly sure that he wasn't going to wake up until well after noon. She scribbled him a short message anyway and let him know that she'd be back or meet him at Neverlands with a snack of some sort later.

With that done, she pulled on a pair of jeans and shoved her patron's note into her pocket. She didn't bother with things like shoes. She was too excited and she had to go see Matt as soon as possible. It was cold so she pulled a dark olive jacket over her bra and ran out the door. She regretted not putting on shoes the moment her feet touched the snow. "Shit!" Airy ran, moving as fast as she could across the ground between the houses.

"Matt!" She knocked on his door and then checked to see if it was open so she could step inside and warm up her feet. Excitement or not... Airy should have finished putting on clothes. She'd forgotten that it was winter and that it was 8 am in the morning.

Airy wasn't a sleep-in kind of person unless she was high or hung over.

[dirtyandtrue]

Lucky for her, Matt kept his house relatively warm, relishing the joys of central heat he didn't understand but wholly appreciated. He'd spent many a frozen winter suffering that it was a joy to spend one out in the wild comfortably.

Having been upstairs, Matt was slow to answer but by the time she got into the center room, he'd be above her on the connecting level of the stairs, lips pulled into a crooked smile.

"You're awfully loud and excited about something terribly early in the morning.." He was dressed in just his trousers, suspenders hanging to bounce against his knees as he walked and not a shirt in sight.

Enjoy the view, Airy.

voice; i know i said i was waiting but i got impatient

[verydead]

[Jasper woke up this evening knowing that this was a problem he could no longer ignore. The Beast was twisting inside him, snarling and snapping, driving him toward the blood it imagined it could smell. He considers himself lucky that Matthew and Dorian don't live in the castle, because the smell of vitae nearby might have been too much.]

[For a long moment, there's just the sound of soft growling. Jasper keeps inhaling and then exhaling as he realizes he doesn't know how to put this in a way that his pride will survive. He and Matthew didn't get off on a great foot. But for better or worse, Jasper's elected to treat him like the local baron, with a barony of three whole Kindred. It's not so shameful to make a request of one's baron. He's also the one who promised not to let Jasper starve.]

I need...

[A growl as the Beast writhes and roars, and Jasper has to beat it back.] I need to eat.

I tried the brothel. Sort of. [He went in and went into a room with a girl, but she was far too human for Jasper to fool himself that it was okay. That leaves him dependent on Matthew.]

:3 WE SHALL REAP THE REWARD

[dirtyandtrue]

[If it weren't for the breathy snarls that struck him far too familiar to ignore, Matthew might have. Jasper struck him as young and impertinent; prideful in his youth and possibly not worth much of Matthew's time, but desperation had a way of swaying the Brujah away from pettiness.]

Couldn't get it up? [Yes, he was kind of an asshole. But his next statement lacked the levity of the first.]

You know where I am. Come and we'll sate your hunger mon cherie.