#echoingmuse

[incatsclothing]

@echoingmuse replied to your post “[pm] Hi Rory. I hope you are well I'm so sorry to...”:

[pm] He was [...] ill. I'm sorry.

​[pm] Ill? He isn't wasn't even human. How the hell can he be ill?

[banisheed]

@echoingmuse replied to your post “[pm] Are you [.........] okay?”:

[pm] I am not asking after your businesses. Tentative or not. I'm grand myself. You have witnessed my unglamoured form. It is no punishment to be stuck like this.

​[pm] You look very average [the lie stings]. And I wasn't hypothetically inquiring after your beauty. What about the rest? Were you attacked? Are your friends okay?

[incatsclothing]

[pm] Hi Rory. I hope you are well I'm so sorry to have to message you with this news, but it's already doing the rounds and I would rather you find out like this. [User isn't sure, actually, if she is the right person for this.] Oliver died last Friday. He passed It was pea

The store will be closed Monday-Wednesday. If you want to step by for tea, I live above the shop.

[pm] Hey, Cleo. News? Are you firing me? Are you fucking Wait, what do you Oliver is That isn't What

How?

[mollyhiatt]

@echoingmuse replied to your post “[pm] Hello Molly. Have you been invited to a cast...”:

[pm] That would be very nice, if you'd let me join you. It's been a while since I've been at a cast party, and considering all the inspiration I took, I'm more or less crew anyhow.

​[pm] Of course, I'd feel too strange going alone, anyway. It's also been a while for me, at least... god, eight years, maybe? I'm a little out of practice. But I agree, it'd be a shame if you weren't there, actually! [...] I'm sure you've got something fabulous in mind to wear, but if you need help putting something together, I have access to supplies.

[banisheed]

@echoingmuse replied to your post “You're locked in a room with the third person that...”:

My bones will hurt your feet.

​Hm. I suppose they might; sizzling the flesh due to their foulness. Your bones are far from being high-quality.

[mollyhiatt]

[pm] Hello Molly. Have you been invited to a cast party yet?

[pm] Hi Cleo! Yeah, actually [...] a day or two after our conversation, an invitation was on my workstation when I went in for some repairs. It's next weekend, if you'd like to join me.

[appalachiannightmare]

[This gift is delivered to Hazel in a green gift bag. Along with a skeleton jellycat, a voucher and some halloumi, is a note that reads: Hello Hazel, You don't know me, but I got your name in the gift exchange program. I hope I got you gifts that pertain to your interests. With the coupon, you can get as many crunchy bones as you'd like. I'd figure it's best to get it fresh. Happy holidays, and all the best from - Cleo There is also a business card for Echo included. #AlwaysBeMarketing]

The knock at the door left Hazel slow to rise from her couch as her eyes had been trained on some cheesy Hallmark Christmas movie she could barely focus on, but when she felt like she wouldn't be bothered by anyone, she rolled off the couch and peaked outside finding a green gift bag waiting for her.

Once she had brought it back inside and was on the couch, she began pulling out the contents. Reading the letter first, before indulging in the gifts; a habit she had long since picked up as a child knowing it was the polite thing to do regardless of if someone was watching or not.

"Cleo..." She had mouthed the person's name as if to commit it to memory, so she'd know who to thank, looking over the business card. Satisfied she had held it in her mind, she sat the note down and looked at her gifts. The cheese had made her mouth water, and she would be sure to enjoy it the next day as a Christmas treat with whatever she had planned on throwing together for herself; nothing major. And when she had felt like venturing back to town, she'd be sure to pick out her crunchy bones and visit Echo with the hopes of finding some new music to rage out to. But her favorite gift, had been the Skeleton Jellycat, that she was now holding close to her along with the other squeaky toy she had gotten from Ms. Betty as she resumed the movie she was watching and snuggled back in with the soft cozy blanket she had wrapped up in along with her new things to cuddle with for when her emotions felt way too big to handle.