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Ah, Miss Ghost? Salutations; this is Kaveh. I hope you are well.
This isn't a follow-up regarding our previous projects, but I have a question, and I thought that perhaps you might have a bit of knowledge in it. Do you happen to have some time?

What are your thoughts on stew?

I've finished copying Exact Words: Common Loopholes for Uncommon Curses. Would you be willing to exchange it for the other one?

do we want finger foods or sit down foods

this is ghost right?? its altria caster! i wanted to apologize for the biscuit golem. i really did think that it would just be biscuits!!!

anyway i hope it didn't ruin your lovely party because i thought it was really special and amazing.

thats all! sorry again!!!

[ apropos of absolutely fucking nothing: ]

Ghost, you don't have to give me an exact number lest someone calls me rude again, but:
I'm 28.
You're not older than me, are you?

[ at ghost's doorstep sits a paper-wrapped gift blooming profusely from its seams with long-stemmed paper flowers in dizzying greens and reds and oranges splayed along the painted watercolours of a rising, winter-morning dawn pale with still-visible pinpricks of mourning stars.

the package is no larger than two palms put together, and when picked up, weighs no more than standard flashlight. when unwrapped, within is a miniature version of the stained glass kaleidoscope that adorns the roof of the planetarium. the handcrank generates the power needed to bleed light through the opening, upon which its patterns are cast across the ceiling: a rising sun, a golden field stretching endlessly framed by twin, golden towers that spiral into the cutting cornflower blue of a vast, unshakeable sky.

the world is complete; the world is empty.

the note: ]

To the hero who saves heroes,

No, don't you dare throw this note away before you've had a chance to read it. Listen: Ghost, you don't get to decide the feelings of those whom you've saved and how they see you. It so follows that you do not get to dictate mine. If you do not believe yourself to be the hero, then you are the hero of the heroes who are.

Now, with that out of the way, ensure that your doorway is clear starting from the second day of the coming new year.

Lastly:

May your coming year be as sweet as watermelon, and as fruitful as pomegranates.

With love,

Kaveh

[ the simple pigpen cipher unravels for ghost to find lestat. the world is empty with just one - with two, the final image becomes day overlaid with night, creating a husky dusk with its perpetual setting sun and the resplendent bloom of night roses over an endlessly golden field. two, twin stars fall from the sky ever in motion.

the world is replete.

when you see a falling star, you make a wish. ]

Bonsoir, madame. I’ve been sent a message from that mysterious architect, left at my door along with a gift and very clear instructions. Firstly, I’m to tell you the phrase ‘pigpen’ – if that means anything to you, do let me know, won’t you? I’m quite curious – and secondly, I’m to ask you what took you so long, for his curiosity rather than my own. … And then, for my own sake – how are you, my dear? I apologise that I haven’t sought out the pleasure of your company with more gusto since the night of the Gala. It seems that finally I may have got my fingers in one too many pies after all.

[ Reno attaches a picture of his own wrist decorated with the snap bracelet Ghost gifted to him, giving an enthusiastic thumbs-up. ]

I'm gonna treasure this fucking thing until I DIE Ghost

I'm glad to have met you, ma rousse. Call it a late holiday gift, or something to see you into the New Year. I haven't given gifts in this way in a century or so, and I'm afraid I don't know where you live, so this will have to do. Check under the counter once you get there, right at the back. xoxo

[ Attached is the location of a small café in District 1. Should Ghost go to retrieve the gift, she'll find a package wrapped in black paper with a golden bow tucked underneath the counter, just as he said.

Inside are a number of gifts; the largest, a green leather bag polished to perfection and the perfect size for carrying around a book or two; then, quite aptly, a book also of leather but dyed a vibrant blue colour, with intricate detailing on the front cover and blank pages waiting for ideas to be scribbled down on them; followed by a pocket-sized ink pen and a small vial of thick colour to refill it with. Finally, in a small jewellery box tucked inside the bag, a pair of gold earrings crafted to look like pomegranates, with glittering red stones at their cores. ]

do you think you and uour huge ass brain could igvent a device that would let someone turn their whole brain off for a coulle hours wkthout dying

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text ; @thundaga

text, un: caster

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delivery. backdated to whichever day was the winter solstice in this city!

text; un: thevampirelestat – backdated to 24h hours exactly after the winter solstice :’)

text ; @thundaga (the day after christmas)