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✉️ text — @GETJINXED

[smudgy]

buzz buzz buzz
u sure are blowing up his phone
shadowheart 🖤

[nightsung]

[ She recognizes the username from Silco's post, of course, but because they haven't actually spoken before (and because it's meaner): ]

Who is this?

[smudgy]

awwwwww
have a guess

✉️ text — un: astarion.

[thirsted]

[ Sent at roughly four o'clock in the morning: ]

.. jh66svdd8jfbbbcclmm888bb7GBBBN jj. hg. a. lu7cjnxmm. m

[nightsung]

[ siri please invent do not disturb a decade early ]

I hope you're messaging me at this hour because you're dying.

[thirsted]

[ From her perch, Shadowheart — the hen — allows herself a dainty sigh. The phone is a difficult creature to bend to her whims when her little talons aren't fleshy enough to make the screen particularly cooperative, but— ]

ggggg

text - un: q

[longitudinal]

I saw the swans again this morning, and would you know - they didn't even try to bite me.

I'm beginning to think you were teasing me.

[nightsung]

Couldn't be. I only tease people I like.

Maybe they think you're a goose.

[longitudinal]

Oh, yes I see. Then that must have been genuine concern. I’m touched.

I’d happily accept clumsy seal, but not a goose. I don’t have feathers!

text

[ripher]

Hello, I believe I owe you a drink.

text ❖ @shadowheart

[nightsung]

Shadowhen filled me in. She's a terrible gossip.

I take it you're new?

[ripher]

To both the house and to being publicly embarrassed on the internet, I'm afraid.

📫 delivery.

[thirsted]

[ Inside an envelope upon which is written, in neat script, from Astarion: ]



[ ooc: there won't be a main log for the movie-watching (at least this time around) but folks are obviously free to icly respond, send their allotted invites, and/or play out their experiences if they so wish! welcome to the rebooted astarion's movie club! 🥳 ]

📦 delivery.

[powerhungry]

[ The morning before Shadowheart's first shift at the Hex Club, an envelope finds its way to her door. Inside is a gold pin in the shape of a hexagon, as well as a note: ]

Shadowheart,
Welcome to the Hex Club.
I look forward to working with you.
— Silco

* For clarity's sake: The pin is merely a gift, not an expected part of your daily dress.

text ❖ @shadowheart

[nightsung]

The pin is lovely.

[ And she will be wearing it to each shift, for what it's worth. ]

If you ever would like to pick out my daily dress--or what goes underneath it--you know where to find me.

@stefan

[interpersonally]

( Gale recommends Shadowheart. Stefan's not usually a vampire who jumps from witch to witch, but he recognizes allies and friends. If Shadowheart is recommended, then he takes Gale's word for it. He likes Gale. And Damon likes Gale, he thinks.

It's late and he knows Damon will wake up in the morning, but he'd like to take care of the bite before Damon wakes up.

It's weird to be getting in touch with a number he's just been given. Usually, someone is just physically sent. But, this is a small manor and the network works differently. )

Shadowheart, my name is Stefan Salvatore. Gale pointed me in your direction. I know it's late, but he told me you might be able to help my brother, Damon. Until tonight he was dying of a fatal bite. I was able to reverse the fatal part, but he still has an infected bite leftover. I know you don't know me, but I'm willing to do something in return if you helped him.

[nightsung]

What sort of bite is it?

I know there was a revenant problem a few months ago, so if it's anything like that, I'm not sure I'll be much help. But Gale would know better than to send me a hopeless case.

✉️ text — un: astarion.

[thirsted]

Yoo-hoo. Out of the boundless goodness of my heart, I mentioned to someone else that you might be willing to take a look at an injury. Be a dear and don't make a liar out of me, would you?

[nightsung]

At this rate I should set up a clinic. And charge for referrals.

@salvatore; shortly before the end of the month

[blooded]

I hear I have you to thank for not waking up with gangrene.

[nightsung]

And your brother, for coming to me.

But you're welcome. I'm amenable to drinks, whenever you're up for proper thanks.

text — @waterdeep, early july.

[corporeity]

[ gale can’t be certain which shadowheart he reaches out to, only that he feels the need to speak to her. to ensure she’s safe, even as he plasters himself to astarion’s side. ]

Astarion and I have returned from whence we came.

[ if shadowheart has joined them on the journey, she’ll understand. ]

How are you faring?

[nightsung]

[ It takes her a while to respond, but she does respond, which is something. ]

I'd say that I've been better, but I'm not sure that's strictly true.

I never got the chance to thank you. For the orchids.

@stefan

[interpersonally]

Due to the month everyone spent as other people, I was never able to properly thank you for making sure Damon didn't die of rabies. So, thank you.

[nightsung]

Of course. It wasn't any trouble.