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| Topic Started: Thursday, 15. October 2015, 14:57 (132 Views) | |
| Graham Mason | Thursday, 15. October 2015, 14:57 Post #1 |
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Steak Tartare (YODO)
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Email from Graham Mason: Dear Primogen, I hope this electronic letter finds you well. I have been meaning to contact you this way since you got elected, but I fell asleep for a few months, and I couldn't commit myself to write you in my dreams. I am sure you will understand the paradoxical nature of such a complication. I only recently found out about our dead "son of a King", and I'm torn between feeling upset and feeling happy. This emotional roller coaster is tearing my soul apart. However, emotionality aside, I need to face some practicality issues. Namely, my Hotel. It seems I own it now, which is great news. But I face some difficulties... of many types. My complete lack of talent in matters that involve... leaving this building... make me a poor manager in many senses, and I feel I owe something to my Lunatic family. I would be delighted if you could join me for dinner one of these days, and if you would allow me to plead my case to you. Nothing more satisfying than degrading oneself in front of a superior, pathetically asking assistance in trivial matters that any resourceful and task driven individual -not me- could sort out in a matter of seconds. Please, allow me the privilege of such a humiliation. I would be repulsed and very excited upon such an encounter. Best wishes, Graham Mason. |
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Oh no! My souffle! "Words", stress level, "MetaMason", "THEVOICEOFREASON" | |
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| Ellora Reese | Saturday, 17. October 2015, 00:58 Post #2 |
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Sweet Southern Sanity
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The email got firstly read by Jane who was already awake. The echoing laughter awoke Ellora as well who was feeling the ominous joy that Jane had. "What are you doing up already?" With a shrug she pointed at the screen as good as she could as Jane couldn't stop laughing. With a satisfied grin she read the letter. Seemed like the Malkavians were finding the right light to London. The only worry she had was the "dinner" part. If it hadn't been breathing when she started feeding of it then she couldn't trust it. This was more then just about dinner. Mason was awake. Mason was alive. That was important and so she began to typ a reply. Her fingertips danced awkwardly slow and with stumbling hesitation across the keyboard because she still wasn't used to this modern way of writing.
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Ellora Mary Jane Jane - Mary Italics=spoken out loud - Regular is internal talk A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or the others crazy? | |
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