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How are you doing?

Edited 2017-10-23 15:13 (UTC)

[ Delivered to You's residence (gosh, is it really okay for the Secret Storm project to just give out their addresses like this?! is there a PO box??) is a package that is wrapped in several layers of obnoxiously glittery red wrapping paper and tied with a golden ribbon. Why several layers? To build up the suspense, of course!

Once You finally struggles her way inside, she's going to find a modest collection of items. The first is a swath of red fabric, with a subtle but undeniable maple pattern. Alongside that is a simple silver necklace, and finally, a packaged in some parchment paper are... sticks of cinnamon?

There is also a note: ]

Dear You,

Merriest of greetings! I was chosen to pick out a few special items just for you.
The fabric is lovely, the necklace is beautiful, and the cinnamon will go well with some cider to keep you nice and warm!
I can't imagine you would have any complaints.
Please enjoy this wonderful selection, and remain cheerful this cold season.

Regards,
Secret J

[ Ana leaves a gift-wrapped package on her doorstep. Inside, there's a reindeer onesie complete with tiny antlers, a tin of homemade cookies, some assorted colorful thread, and a few yards of fancy brocade fabric. ]

hey You!!
hows it going?
whats new in the You world?
youre staying up in Olympia, right?

Hi, You.

Hope you've been doing well.

I've got ... something of a favour to ask you if you've got a moment.

hey you.

(hahahaha ya get it??)

hey you.

i just wanted to check in. are you doing okay? [there is a lot of chaos happening between the two cities because of the tensions rising between them but despite already having her hands full dealing with things at the sanctuary, she does her best to check in with her friends too]

You, are you okay?

[ It's been admittedly easier to check in on his Wyver friends, especially in the first couple of days in the aftermath of the hostage situation. Still, that doesn't mean he isn't going to forget about his friends up in Olympia. Hardly.

So as he prepares to make the trip up there to check in on people, he shoots off a message to You, silently hoping her response will come quickly. He's already waited too long on this. ]

Hey, You? Sorry to bother you...know things are kinda...crazy right now. But I'm gonna be in Olympia today, if you wanna meet up for a bit.

The only old Earth holiday I'd even heard of before history studies at the academy is Christmas, because that's the only one anyone still celebrates where I'm from.

I'm maybe coming around to the idea of getting a bird, but only one I can train to be my wingman.

I've been thinking teaching it some naughty or clever things to say, people always like a little innuendo right?

[ It's not a misfire. Not at all, but she's going to wish it was. Because on her message machine is the bombastic sounds of Reinhardt Wilhelm attempting to sing. Attempting because it's the worst sounding thing ever. It's like someone is killing a rhino with a wiffleball bat. Slow and painful as he all but yodels his way though one of the songs she sent him. ]

Well, if it isn't my little sea captain in the making. Been a minute since I've had your bubbly energy lighting up my life. How are you faring up there in Olympia?

[She hadn't wanted to bring it up in a misfired text of course, but now that she's had rest she's getting to making sure the people she knows are alright.]

[There's a lot of static going on so the message might be muddled, but here we go]

Hell--?? Hel-o? Oh my god, this piece of -----t! UGH I'M JUST TRYING TO TALK TO MY FRIENDS.

Oh, great, that part goes -----

Hello You, This is Miles. Miles Edgeworth speaking. I was wondering if I could commission you for an event, since the desserts that you had made at your Valentine’s Day party was so impressive. I was wondering if I could have you bake a small cake for a wedding. Please call me back and let me know if you can, I know its a bit frantic right now as well.

I hope to speak to you soon.

Goodbye.

text | un: ana (after the arrival in wyver)

DELIVERY

gift;

text / un: chocobro

text; un: s.rogers

text

text; un: clarke

text. un: ana [ during the hostage situation ]

voice

misfire | un: jtk