mismanagement | IC Contact Post [Hadriel]

From:

Hey, Maketh?

[He doesn't know if she's going to get this, or if it's going to help, but he promised to contact her if he found anything out so...]

Did you um... Did you see Hope's post?

From:

thechoiceisyours

[Okay. Trying this again.

He uses text this time, both because he's not super up for talking himself and because if she isn't either, then maybe she'll text. It's also less weird to reply to a text message late, if for whatever reason she has to.]

Hey. You doing okay?

From:

hotspurred

[Maketh has surely been revived by now, which also means the damage wrought should be examined. Truthfully, Henry cannot judge whether it is right of him to take the choice of contact out of her hands, but deferring just seems pointless. At least there is a practical matter at hand.]

Maketh. One presumes that you have read Rage's message?

From:

thechoiceisyours

[Emily hadn't exactly asked him to do anything, though he also hadn't said he wouldn't. So after a bit of debate he does eventually decide to send Maketh a message, because he needs to work this out now instead of just letting things be--or get--weird.

His voice and expression are both a little tense, but not angry. Not friendly though, either.]

Okay, so, I'm gonna like... Assume you have more to the story than what Emily told me.

[Mostly because he knows Emily can be difficult. There'd have to be something very large that Emily left out in order to change his opinion on the whole thing, but he should still give Maketh a chance to tell her side of things.]

From:

hotspurred

As we now have a bar to avail ourselves of, I challenge thee to a second game.

From:

hotspurred

you sinv veryw ell

tis nciert han youe handwirting

From:

prespangled

[To say that things have been crazy would be an understatement of the century. Steve sounds tired, but alive. All things considered, that's one for the 'win' column.]

Maketh? You there?

From:

thechoiceisyours

[It's been a little while since the whole... Thing, at the bar, so Chris hopes she's feeling well enough that it's okay to check in on her. Text is probably best in case she isn't, though, or in case she doesn't want to talk right now; it's easier to ignore a text.]

Hey. How are you doing?

From:

unfollowing

~~or i could just write the tag during a break, wahaha~~

[Equipped with coffee (in a weird, alien-looking travel cup that does a damn good job keeping hot things hot and cold things cold), Emily heads to Spire One in search of Maketh. The burns on her arm from when Dorian attacked her are healed enough that they don't need to be covered, and the cool, damp air of the cave feels soothing on her skin on the walk there. It's nice to be able to come outside without fear of being murdered or overtaken by murderous rage. Funny how she'd taken the lack of those for granted.

The knife Maketh confiscated from her during the event is the best kitchen knife in the house, and even thought they're still not eating meat, Emily wants it back. She's never been one for actual murder, and it doesn't seem likely Rage will do this to them again, so the odds are good that no one in the house will die by multiple stabwounds.

She's gotta say, though, as she knocks on Maketh's door -- it's a good thing they've patched things up. Maketh's not bad people, and it's kind of nice to have someone to talk to outside her friends from home, especially now that Jessica is gone. The tension between her and Emily left with her, but they never got the chance to really talk. Just like with Mike. Fucking predictable.

Anyway, coffee makes a good peace offering, even if it'd really been Chris's idea. She's only the messenger because Chris pretty much can't walk, but hey, if it scores her some points, all the better.]

Your coffee'll freeze if you don't let me in.

[There's a bit of a lit to her voice on the last vowel, giving a way that she's lying.]

From:

cashlin

[after tyki's post...]

Thanks. For looking out for me.

[Maketh's intuition had been right on the money. Lilith hadn't trusted Tyki while he was trying to cut her down, and hearing him talk about her like that actually makes her want to trust him even less.]

That guy's slippery, Maketh. There's something up with him. I don't know what the hell he thinks he's trying to pull.

From:

hotspurred

Maketh. Have ever you spared a thought for your legacy, if the Door should expel thee? [There is something glum in Henry's tone of voice as he speaks.] The innumerable hours that you have invested into your notes. The marks you have left on this city. The proof of your existence.

From:

circumitus

still up for that irish coffee?

From:

krangke

One day Maketh will open her door to a little wood carving of a fox ~~or maybe it's a wolf?~~ dangling by a red ribbon from the door knob to her place.

Attached is a chicken scratch note:

Maketh -

Peter told me there's this thing called "Mother's Day"? A day for appreciating your mom. I know you're not really but I still felt like giving you something because I do appreciate you. I tried to sand it down as smooth as possible.

- Newt

Edited Date: 2016-05-13 05:12 pm (UTC)

From:

dedikated

[ after this appears on the network: ]

We're hosting early afternoon and evening classes for the minute.

P.S. Feel free to look over the syallbus and see if there's any topics we can add for you.

[ attached: one syallbus, covering most things from body movement to CPR, and a rather notable section on burns after this event. ]

From:

hotspurred

Maketh. Seen you Delight's poll? This GPS she mentions. Be it of greater worth than lessened dependence on Hope for food? I know it not.

From:

lingeringhope

[When Maketh awakens one morning, she will find a small basket next to her bed. Nestled in it is a softly glowing lavender sphere. It sits atop a short note that simply says: For protecting the innocent. Crush the sphere to receive your power. Upon breaking the sphere, she will receive Hope's blessing.]

From:

hotspurred

[It's barely after "dawn" when Henry contacts Maketh -- exceptional circumstances aside, the very latest that he wakes up is 6 am. He has clearly just rolled out of bed: his hair is mussed and he still bears a trace indentation on his cheek from the crease of his pillow. He is dressed in the loose top and trousers he wore to sleep, and he sits on the floor at the foot of his bed. His covers remain a thrown off heap behind him, yet to be tidied.

Henry's expression is bemused.]

Maketh. Look at this.

[He points his camera at a small basket, in which sits a softly glowing lavender sphere. The note that once sat beneath it is propped against it; he read it before calling her.]

From:

muscovy

I talked to the man with the silly face and he told me of the guard and that you have nothing to mark who is a part of it. He said you are their leader.

If yarn can be found, I could knit you sashes or hats so people will be able to find a guard when they need them, even if they don't know anyone. And if you don't want knitted sashes or hats, you should get some from somewhere else because it is very silly to have a guard that nobody can recognize, yes?

From:

hotspurred

[Henry sounds weary; Hope's blessing may have healed all his physical wounds without a trace, but mentally he's still rough following his torture a few days ago.]

Maketh. Are you yet at headquarters? Kate shall being coming in today to explain her part in [he pauses there, and when he continues his tone is darker] recent events. I think it best if you and Nick question her.

[He does not need to say why he cannot trust himself to do so impartially.]

Nonetheless, I will be there to hear what she has to say.

From:

glacius

Hello. This is Glacius. I just thought I would let you know that I am accepting the offer you extended to me some time ago.

I would like to join the city guard. There are things worth protecting here.

From:

unitas

I'm gonna take a rain check on the coffee.

From:

thechoiceisyours

Hey Maketh. I hope you're doing okay after that whole thing that went down.

If you're up for it I wanted to meet up with you to talk about what we were planning before? I got a yes or no from everyone I asked.

[The whole group of people to ask the gods questions thing is what he's referring to, but he doesn't want to mention it on the network for obvious reasons.]

From:

fortunefavored

[pls find attached a text of everything seen and observed in the tunnels sent your way]

From:

unfollowing

are you okay? i know you're alive, but like... are you okay

From:

synthedick

[Yep. Time to make that call he said he'd make.]

I just thought I'd let you know I'm cutting back on some of the rounds I've been making. I'll keep covering the late shift, but I should probably take it easier on the old joints.

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