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[vecna]

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network;

[mobezon]

Hey.

{ what an opening. what is this, a dating app? thank goodness he missed that whole aspect by being vampire married. it's probably a headache.

take two. he'd spare henry, but this is what happens when they're in the same faction. }

I recently sent out some letter invitations. I'd understand if you wish to ignore yours.

[vecna]

[This isn't what he ever expected to receive, and that's not even mentioning the letter — which Henry had gotten, yes, and decidedly not burned. But he had pushed it from his mind until this very moment, which is just about the same result in the end.

And now…]

Would you?

[Understand. Not be offended, because he certainly doesn’t expect that much, but understand.]

Revelries for the sake of forgetting. Is that what this is?

[mobezon]

Probably not. I would burn it.

{ there's little to no hesitance in the sureness of his reply. louis isn't going to attempt to predict people, but he is trying to see what sort of web he's entangling within, how it's meant to control them. he refuses to let the gala dictate his means of dealing with the pit.

he'd laid his intent or so he thinks. }

Up to you. Drink. Forget. Talk. I don't forget.

[vecna]

Good. You'd be a fool to.

[To forget. And also: the web isn't supposed to control anyone but the flies, Louis.

There's a beat of silence before another message comes through.]

You labeled this "community care." That's a lot of assumed goodwill.

[mobezon]

I would be remiss if I didn't make an attempt.

{ wishful, or truly he might be foolish in this one aspect. he'll be upfront about it.

re: and not liable for the flies. }

It could be bullshit, but at least it's acknowledged.

[vecna]

At least you're self-aware.

[Which could be the most backhanded compliment ever, but at least coming from Henry, that's a step above most people. An event where everyone is just pretending at some degree of adjusted absolutely rankles him.

Not that this is much more of an incentive to drag him to Louis' domain. Like most things, it's curiosity that will have to compel him.

...He does wonder what kind of place a vampire's crafted for himself, though.]

If I don't show, let me know how it went.

after the situation. 🕷️

[carmesi]

Where are you?

[vecna]

[The response to this, probably, is telling.]

Why?

[carmesi]

You know why.

[vecna]

Worried? Or wanting to say something along the lines of "I told you so"?

The Singularity was so eager to place blame.

[carmesi]

There was no knowing that pulling that creature through would mean monsters from the different universes would be pulled in. So, no.

[she has no desire to rub it on his face]

Many are going to be unhappy about this. Outside of Solvunn. Given how they reacted to the information Istredd and I shared about what happened with Josselyn, they’ll be more than happy to find someone to blame.

How are you feeling?

[vecna]

[Another beat, but there's the distinct sense that Henry is only pulling together the words he wishes to say; not out of anything like shame or embarrassment.]

I feel as though anger is being placed in my direction, and for no reason at all. If something's clawing at the veil between worlds, is it my fault that that barrier is so thin to begin with?

Otherwise, I'm fine. Waiting for the calvary to roll in, maybe, but fine.

[carmesi]

I'd like to think that those in Solvunn won't be selling you out.

I don't think it's fair either that you got singled out. I don't know about the two other nations, but things here in Solvunn are — different. It's not like we have a handbook for how things work, either.

[she's protective, even if she thinks very much that he was wrong. especially after she had warned him.]

But if you do need anything, you should let me know.

[vecna]

[Doesn’t think it’s fair. For not the first time, his thoughts align with Wanda. There’s a sense of something easing over their connection, like a taut thread growing five degrees slacker.]

It isn’t fair.

[Good thing they have that cleared up.]

It could have been anyone. Anyone just curious enough to do the same; would the Singularity have treated them so blatantly then, too?

What are you doing right now?

early september; after the anomalies post-even vision

[assembles]

Henry? It's been a while.

[vecna]

Steve.

Now just what could this be about?

[Can he sense the WRYNESS through their mental communique.]

[assembles]

[ Steve may not know Henry all that well, but he sort of can sense it here. He's not being too subtle. ]

I'm guessing I'm not the only person who's reached out, then.

[vecna]

[Of course not. But at least a bit of his usual politeness has been sloughed off, but not quite enough to be completely missing. Thanks to their time in that wretched pit, this man has seen a part of him that few others have; he can afford a little more sincerity than usual.]

Only the second, actually. But two more than necessary.

Before you start: I didn't do it on purpose. The Singularity's pointing fingers like I was being malicious when that wasn't the case.

[assembles]

I wasn't reaching out to point fingers or accuse you of anything, but it was still unexpected to get a vision of you out of nowhere.

I figured I'd rather hear the full story from you, rather than try to make sense of what the Singularity tried to show us.

[vecna]

In other words, you're asking for the catalyst. Fine, then.

My best guess? It was something I pulled out from a shrine. You remember when all that hounded Abraxas were smaller, less dangerous creatures? This happened even before that.

Even if I wouldn't call it "tame", exactly.

[assembles]

A shrine? You mean like one of the shrines in Solvunn, right? Just how were you able to pull something out?

mid-month holiday time

[nomnoms]

[ Left for Henry - either wherever Nanaue assumes he lives or near where the maypole was, is a woven basket with his name crudely written on it. Inside are a bunch of rocks, a shark tooth, and the skull of something that was probably a deer. ]

[vecna]

[Rocks... a shark tooth... and a skull.

To be completely fair, this is more than anyone's ever "gifted" him in years, so. What a strange, strange irony this is.

A very faint, very brief, and ultimately a little wry mental message, given he can guess who might have left this via crude handwriting and its placement near where the maypole once stood-]

Thanks.

[nomnoms]

YOU WELCOME :)
HAPPY HOLLYDAY

mail delivery •

[carmesi]

[the package is given to the family that steve is staying with, with the promise that it'll be placed in his room. inside, an amount of homemade goods have been stacked atop each other: candles, soaps, and moisturizing lotions.

something else lies wrapped, though, and once opened, it'll reveal itself to be a pair of socks, sewn and stitched together by herself. whether magic was used to finish the project or to be made look like what the pattern is intended to be is anyone's guess.

a small note sits under the box.]

Happy Winter Solstice.
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