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[notfoul]

You have reached Thomas Barrow's voicemail. I am unavailable at the moment, but please leave a message and I will respond later. Thank you.

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Delivery

[fanoperator]

A wicker hamper is dropped off mid-day on solstice day, with a note attached:
Please enjoy with family, friends, and loved ones.
Nie Huaisang 聂怀桑 and family
Inside is a hand-painted clay bowl, lid secured with a ribbon, which contains Tangyuan, sweet rice dumplings filled variously with red bean paste, sesame paste, and lotus paste, floating in a sweet clear soup. Next to the clay bowl is a round bamboo box, which contains lamb and mushroom dumplings. Both containers are bundled around with fabric to ensure that the contents arrive still warm.

delivery

[policier]

( A gift is delivered mid-day on Christmas Eve, a box wrapped with a bow containing a fragance bottle and a note. The words are written perfectly, in the sender's best penmanship, straightforward and precise as Javert always is,

Joyeux Noël. I hope we will see more of each other.

And he signs it very simply with his name. )

un: LDPDL

[boude]

[ Louis has put this off for a little while, but it feels apt now, considering he'd just gone to bring the last of his things from his assigned housing in the Down and found a gift from Lestat waiting for him. ]

Thomas, my apologies for bringing this to you in lieu of a Christmas gift, but there's something I need to share with you. I'd keep it to myself, but I worry it might put you in danger if you're not aware of it.

[notfoul]

[ Thomas reads over the message from Louis a few times, trying to see if he could glean any clues about it. But it doesn't work. So he replies to Louis immediately after reading the message for a third time, preparing himself for the worst. ]

No need to apologise, Louis. Especially if it's important and could cause potential issues if it isn't addressed. Please tell me what you need to share and then we'll move forward from there.

un: XxSUBMISSIVE69xX (forward dated to 18th - 20th)

[sometimespawnskillkings]

[Thanks to the glitch, a sexy image of Mark Temple ends up being sent to Thomas. In the picture, Temple’s laying on a bed, naked, smirking at the camera, with a come-hither look in his eyes.]

[notfoul]

[ Thomas doesn't recognise the user name of the person who sent him the message, but when he opens the attachment, he immediately recognises Temple. He wasn't expecting this. There's a brief delay before Thomas sends a message back in return. ]

Was this um, intended for me? It's a lovely picture, but I can delete it if I wasn't the right recipient.

(misfire, nsfw link) text; un: sluttybitch

[ipswichson]

take me out to play and make me forget everything?

attachment

[notfoul]

[ 'Sluttybitch'? ]

As tempting as that is, did you intend to send this to me?

Text

[self_impeding]

[Thomas will receive a series of pictures. In them, Blitzo is wearing various outfits, and there's even a few of them where he's posing sexily in a dress and wig. There's a text message with the pictures.]

im feeilng sexy tonite, and witohut a dom i need help metieng quota. wanna fuk?

[notfoul]

[ He's surprised to receive the photos. Even more surprised when the person in the photos isn't exactly...human. Thomas isn't sure if should respond or not, but in the end his curiosity gets the better of him. ]

I just received photos and a strange message from this user. Did you mean to send it to me?

text; un: hawkinsheroes

[hairspraying]

please tell me you're okay after... everything that's happened.

text; un:mrbarrow

[notfoul]

I think so. What about you, Steve?

mail delivery

[fanoperator]

Party Log

un: formerkingquentin; backdated to 7/15

[proofofconcept]

party on

[It could not be more obvious that Quentin made this thing with some kind of online template. At least it's not animated.]

[notfoul]

Dear Quentin,

I am confirming my attendance at your birthday celebration.

Thank you for the invitation.

- Thomas.

Closed to fireshow; backdated to 9th August

[notfoul]

Thomas clocked off from work early and booked one of the backroom for a couple of hours. He doesn't know how long exactly they would need a room for, but he figured he might as well cover all his bases.

By now, he's changed out of his uniform and into something more casual - a plain button down shirt and some grey slacks with a pair of slip on shoes. The shirt is rolled up to his elbows and he's got a cigarette tucked behind his ear. Thomas sits down at a table and waits for his guest to arrive. There's an empty glass in front of him.

[fireshow]

Just like the last time, John doesn't keep daddy waiting. Doing something like this used to be familiar to him and, in actuality, still is what with his memories of here being intact and all. It's just also been a couple years or so at the same time what with having gone back to his own world and so, he figures might as well just get back on the horse, it's like riding a bicycle, etc.

Plus, last thing he wants is to focus on anything else right now, so.

Arriving a little earlier than suggested, he spots Thomas and grins some as he heads over. Dressed rather casual for this in the sense of white button up shirt, sleeves rolled at the elbows, and black slacks without a belt needed. Carding fingers through his hair, he joins his companion there at the table, still wearing that grin.

"Hey, daddy. Miss me?"

drinks 🥂

[polite_menace]

[ OOC: I'm sorry this is so late! ]

Stede does not, in fact, show up at the Neptune with bells of any sort on. He does make an effort at being presentable, however, by sporting one of the nicer outfits he's been gifted. The hope is that it makes him look like he belongs in this establishment as he waits for Thomas's shift to end at a quiet table near the back.

He's busying himself fussing with his sleeve when he hears the sound of footsteps approaching, and looks up to see a face he doesn't recognize approaching. He doesn't know what Thomas looks like yet, but he still smiles, the expression welcoming and affable.

"You wouldn't happen to be one Mr. Barrow, would you?

[notfoul]

[ OOC: It's fine, don't worry :) ]

Before Stede spoke, he assumed that he was a customer who was going to ask him for a drink. So when he mentions Thomas by name, he's quick to respond. "I would happen to be that Mr. Barrow." Thomas replies with a warm smile, taking the seat opposite him.

"You must be, Mr. Bonnet. A pleasure to meet you."

Thomas was still dressed in his work uniform, despite having finished not so long ago. But he's removed his jacket at least, leaving him in his shirt and waistcoat.

"You can call me Thomas, though. What would you like to drink?"

He raises his hand to get the attention of a passing staff member, preparing to order.

un:icechess | text (mention of brain injury)

[sometimespawnskillkings]

[Temple forwards this because he believes that it's entirely possible that chain letters do produce the effects they claim to in Duplicity, since a lot of weird magic stuff does happen here.]

YOU'VE BEEN BLASTED BY THE

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ONCE YOU'VE BEEN BOMBED, YOU HAVE TO BOMB 8 OTHER PEOPLE! IF YOU GET BOMBED AGAIN YOULL KNOW YOUR REALLY SEXY!!1 IF YOU DIFFUSE THE SEX BOMB CHAIN, YOULL SUFFER A VERY UNSEXY BRAIN INJURY! BOMB WHOEVER YOU THINK IS SEXY!!

Fibber meme - needs a break

[notfoul]

I am British. Born and raised in Yorkshire. Can't say I've been to the midwest or DC, but I've visited New York.

[Thomas sees that flush and it makes him smile, absolutely pleased at the reaction. He won't come off too strong in case Leon isn't interested.]

It was 1924 for me back home so I had to get used to so many things about this city.

[needsabreak]

1924?? holy shit. you weren't kidding about having to learn how all this stuff works. you must've been here for a bit. you seem pretty comfortable with all of this.

i'm from 2004. but it sounds like we're from the same place otherwise, just, you know 80 years apart

[Well, it's great that Thomas likes the blush; Leon hates that he can't control the way his face heats up when people compliment his looks or talk about the specifics of sex. It really ruins his otherwise half decent poker face.]

[vintsparkler]

[notfoul]

I am confirming my attendance

~ T. Barrow

text; un: mulberry

[fanoperator]

Hello darling,

I'm setting up a bit of a game for Javert, he'll be trying to track me down and my location is a secret. I'm planning this for this afternoon and evening. If he contacts you will you please let him know, specifically, that I am, of course, not anywhere outside of Duplicity?

Dinner Party Invite

[sometimespawnskillkings]

Backdated to 20th October

[notfoul]

Good evening,

I would be delighted to attend your dinner party. Thank you for the invitation.

Oh, and I have no particular dietary requirement either.

Yours,

Thomas Barrow.

Mistlefoe; for fanoperator

[notfoul]

(ooc: from here)

Not mischief as such. Just a few items for dinner, although now you've got me thinking about picking up a bottle of wine. I could accompany you to the liquor store, if you like.

[fanoperator]

Liquor store it is, then. I certainly can't help with decisions about dinner, unless you'd like to make very irresponsible decisions that don't at all involve cooking. But I know plenty about wine. Much of which I've learned here. The fruit wines--almost always grapes?--that they make here are so unusual compared to the rice and honey wines I'm used to back home.

mistlefoe; for gola

[notfoul]

[It comes as no surprise that Pietro is pulling him along and pushing him into the elevator as soon as it arrives to give him a kiss. It's hot and searing, making Thomas ache with want. He keeps his hands where they were as the kiss went on, letting out a breath when Pietro breaks it.

He smiles at the hand on his hip, reaching out to touch Pietro's chin.]

Of course you have. I'm impossible to resist, didn't you know.

[He states it with a playful cheekiness, eyes twinkling with mischief.]

[gola]

[He raises his eyebrows, laughing quietly in approval as Thomas makes that statement.]

Oh, we will have fun today. I like this attitude, Thomas.

[Pietro smirks, and moves to take Thomas's wrist again, only to slide his fingers up from his chin to his mouth and suck on one gently, nipping at the tip. The elevator takes forever for Pietro, and he's pressed himself close, one leg between Thomas's, a little grinding motion, just for some entertainment on the ride up.]

mistlefoe; for polite_menace

[notfoul]

Any coherent thoughts are still not fully there when Stede continues to nuzzle and kiss at his skin. Thomas clears his throat, remembering that he was at work and that the other man had asked him a question.

"Two hours." He replies in a whisper, barely containing the desire in his tone. "I think I could wait that long to continue this between us. Wherever you want."

Somewhere close would be preferable for him, but he'll defer to the other man's preference if he wanted to be in another location. Either way, Thomas is absolutely certain he wants them to pick up where they left off, based on this interaction alone.

christmas delivery!

[hairspraying]

[A box is delivered to Thomas' residency. Inside is a handmade pottery mug, warm gloves, and a bottle of flavored lube.

Alongside is a note that reads, "Merry Christmas, Thomas. Hope it's a good one.
-Steve" ]

christmas delivery!

[aspirers]

[For Christmas Thomas will find that he gets a bonus of two months worth of his salary in his paycheck before Christmas along with a fine box delivered to his home the day of Christmas. Inside is a tea set and a note that reads:

Happy Christmas, Thomas. May the new year bring us all some semblance of peace. Thank you for your hard work as always.
Yours,
E. Bridgerton

[sixfeetofdirt]

After their brief meeting via the ridiculous 'Finder' publication, Astarion drifts to the entrance of the club at the appointed time. When the other party appears, he has to admit:

"Do you know, I didn't even know your first name or what you looked like? I had to go scouring the rest of those wretched little advertisements. I suppose I'm so easily swayed by flattery that it doesn't matter too much."

He's wearing decidedly more than he was in his photograph - a loose white shirt and a snug, lace-tied waistcoat over black leather trousers with dark brocade panels.

[notfoul]

Thomas wasn't sure if there was a dress code at the establishment but he turns up dressed like this. He's also wearing a coat, although he hangs it up as soon as he enters the club, keeping an eye out for Astarion.

Offering him a smile when he spots the other man, Thomas addresses what he says.

"Well, that was my fault as I didn't tell you my name or described myself. In the future, I'll do better. But I'm glad that it didn't bother you so much in the end."

He can't help looking over Astarion, taking in his features and his build, as well as the way he was dressed. Then he holds out a hand.

"Thomas Barrow. Nice to meet you."

[mail deliver][post-dated to 2-14]

[chambermusicandtenpins]

[At some point in the day, Thomas may hear the sound of a small owl outside his window, rapping on the panes politely with its foot. If Thomas opens the window to it, the creature will hop inside and settle on the closest surface to deliver a small package with the following note:]

Greetings-

I wanted to send you a small something for the holiday, and my owl has kindly agreed to assist me. I've never had cause to give someone a Valentine's Day present before this, and I do hope you will like it, Thomas.

Regards,
Albus

[Inside the box, Thomas will find a small engraved pocketwatch. It looks like a normal pocketwatch, but if Thomas opens it, he may notice that the watch face seems to be enchanted to show a moving, shifting background depicting the weather outside and the sun's movements across the sky.]

voice (a few hours later)

[notfoul]

Thank you for the beautiful gift, Albus. I have never received something like it before. I also appreciate the words you have written with this gift.

Thank you again.

Present delivered to Thomas's home address

[werekitty]

[ There is a medium-sized black box with crimson ribbon. Attached is a lighter red note with a single name to suggest where it's from: Nathaniel. Inside is a half-dozen chocolate cupcakes. No other context is included. ]

Invitation

[fanoperator]