Letter for Monet

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After the little saga of this, this, and this a handwritten letter is left under the door of Medusa and Monet's shared suite this morning.


Monet--

Merci for the cake and the congratulations. I knocked, but found you either not in or irretrievably unconscious. Rather than speculate, I chose to leave a note.

I must beg forgiveness for the lack of a proper welcome; it was quite the breach of etiquette to hold myself so aloof, but your sudden appearance took me rather off-guard. The vigorous pursuit of separation our commonly-held progenitor has perpetuated throughout the whole of my existence appears to have extended to sharing information of your return. Or perhaps there was some form retribution for that period of time in which I was somewhat less than sharing about my own state of affairs. Consequently his urgings to extend your interest have now confused me thoroughly. Truly our father is as unto a mystery wrapped in enigma, which is then placed carefully within a protective outer coating of any number of business and sport journals. (Though with your arrival I find a certain penchant for financial manipulation growing steadily less inscrutable.)

As a number of young women were required to remind me, I am now 18. No worries on the lack of reliable information about my age, for I must now reciprocate the question.

And for the sake of clarification RE: your brief but eventful exchange with Jen: I first vanished and then fell to evil. I feel that so long as that unfortunate fact must exist the least I can do is define an accurate chronology.


Sincerely,

Marius


PS: And thank you for last year's timely donation of bone marrow via meddling former flatmate. I've gotten quite a bit of use from the consequent lack of hideous death.

Email to Lorna

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To: Dane, Lorna
From: Mantega-Barret, Sofia
Subject: ( Update )

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[Card for Marius, accompanied by a small bunch of flowers and a cake]

Dear Marius,

Dad sent me this email, saying, and I quote "It's your brother Marius' birthday. You'd ought to do something for it. Send him a card or something. I don't want to see a repeat of the card you sent your Uncle Jim's Sally that time, though."

I should mention that I was sixteen and she's a cow but apperantly, that's not the point.

Happy Birthday, Marius.

Er, how old are you, anyway?

-- Monet

Email to Nate

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From: [waiting]

( Subject: ...Pretty obvious, really. )