Mask or Menace: IC Contact

[exceptfebruary]

Julian Day. [ Day, month, year. ]

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[exceptfebruary]

Oh? That sounds like a story. Do tell.

[helpline]

I poked around in time too much so the Time Lords booted me to Earth.

6/25/16; Delivery

[baetiful]

[ A gift basket arrives addressed to him early that morning. Attached to the basket is an envelope sealed with a wax mockingbird sigil. The letter inside is penned in fancy cursive, probably with a damn feather quill, too. ]

Julian Day,

I suppose I do not need to remind you of the election date, but I do hope to have your support when the day comes. And should I win this position, I would like to cordially invite you to a celebratory party on the 28th of June at 7pm, onward.

Please accept this gift in the meantime as gratitude for your explanations of this world's months and calendar. Should I have further questions, you shall be the first person I contact.

Sincerely,
Lord Petyr Baelish

[exceptfebruary]

[ Oh, this is quite flattering. Baelish has evidently pinged on exactly what Julian likes. Not the gift basket, not that Julian would refuse; Baelish thanked him for his knowledge of calendars and invited him to an occasion with a specific date.

In return, he sends a small package containing a gorgeously illustrated calendar he shoplifted acquired. But when opened, every month, including the ones already passed, have hand-written brief explanations of important dates and holidays. Nothing that Julian can't expand upon later, but enough to give one the basic gist.

The note included is much less formal than Baelish's, and reads: ]

Lord Petyr Baelish,

Your gift and invitation were appreciated. I'll be sure to mark it on my schedule. No doubt you will be hosting that party in good time. Good luck.

There is always more to learn. This gift should help.

Julian Day

[exceptfebruary]

Isn't poking around in time what Time Lords do?

[helpline]

Nowadays, yeah. Back then, not so much.

[exceptfebruary]

[ Sniffs. ] The other Time Lords sound tedious.

[helpline]

[ well yeah but dude, they dead ] They were, I really can't deny that.

[exceptfebruary]

Still. It would have been better if they'd survived. [ Julian isn't thinking about the Greater Good here, he just wants Twelve back. ]

[helpline]

You're right, [ the Doctor can't help but answer, a hint of sadness in his voice. ] It would be.

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[glowsferatu]

so its a major holiday
you arent planning to act out are you

[exceptfebruary]

I only finished my parole on the 20th.

[glowsferatu]

so youre saying youve learned your lesson then

[exceptfebruary]

That is the point of rehabilitation.

[glowsferatu]

and how many times have you already been through similar processes

[exceptfebruary]

If you'll recall, in the City I never did finish any of my sentences. Have I escaped so far?

[glowsferatu]

how would one escape probation
theres nothing to escape youre already roaming freely

[exceptfebruary]

Point. Regardless. I will not do anything I will regret today.

[ He never regrets his crimes. ]

[glowsferatu]

[ She is all too familiar with that. ]

but how much will everyone else regret them

[exceptfebruary]

Don't you trust me?

[glowsferatu]

no

text; 8/5

[itistolaugh]

happy national underwear day

[exceptfebruary]

Thank you, Harley.

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[restingstitchface]

Fyodor Dostoyevsky lies. The soul cannot heal in the company of children.

[Unless you're mentoring them in villainry. And they're wielding flamethrowers. But by children he means Harleen.]

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[exceptfebruary]

[ Julian has literally 0 context for what this is about so assumes something different. ]

Your experiment with your "spokespublistylist" not going according to plan?