notsheepish | IC contact; MoM

Hey, it's Rosita.

Thanks for the other day.

( so talk many word )

Rosita said she shoved a gun in your face. You okay?

Hey! You're Ruby, right? Make sure Jo has a good time at the gala, ok? Maybe get her to dance--she says she doesn't dance, but who doesn't dance, really.

How do you feel about the beach?

Hey, so my sister's throwing a bonfire thing at the beach in a couple weeks.

if a stranger from the internet said they thought you were charming enough to be possibly hiding psychotic tendencies
would you take that as a compliment or an insult?

[While Ruby is out and about, she may notice the sudden sent of fresh flowers growing not far from her. (if it's night, they'll actually bloom) Not long after, Daryl himself appears and heads straight for her, looking like he had business on the mind.]

so... you have plans for thanksgiving?

Edited (i forgot my tiny pointless picture square ) 2016-11-24 04:02 (UTC)

[ This comes in the dead of night when Karen assumes Sandy isn't sleeping, oops! ]

Hey. Are you awake?

[Little Red Riding Hood gets a fancy picnic basket

Don't be a stranger. Come by the house sometime.
Have a good New Year.
-Daryl

Hi! It's been a while. So: What's your favorite pizza topping(s), and when is your next free time to hang out?

[On the morning of February 14th, Ruby will find the front porch of her home adorned with a multitude of iridescent and fragrant flowers. Attached to the central arrangement is a hand written letter, the script elegant and precise...]

Ruby,

I have given much thought to our first meeting and I am ashamed of the petty behavior I exhibited, for which there is no excuse. Please allow me to offer my most heartfelt apologies, and to offer both these flowers and a promise to support your business venture in the future as tokens of my goodwill.

Sincerely yours,
Maester Seymour Guado

[ Perhaps it's a bit old-fashioned, but the message arrives for Ruby via mockingbird. Sealed closed by a wax mockingbird sigil, the letter is hand-written in careful cursive. ]

Dear, Miss Lucas -

We have not spoken before, but my name is Petyr Baelish. I serve as the ambassador for Maurtia Falls. I write to you on behalf of a project I am working on within my city. Construction has already begun on rebuilding a much larger library, but I wish for this to be more than simply a bigger structure. I hope to inspire education and the spread of knowledge to the natives of Maurtia Falls as well as provide an invaluable resource to new arrivals here. But more than that, I wish to use it to pay homage to the natives who lost their lives within Maurtia Falls due to imPort related tragedies. Their names will be honored within the library itself and donations will be set up to be made to the families.

For this project to succeed, I need your help. If you are able to donate anything at all to the cause, it would be most appreciated -- whether that is books, money, or simply your time. I plan to put programs into place once the library is finished to have imPorts come in and read to the much younger generation. I believe it would be a great way to strengthen the native and imPort bond.

I thank you for your time, and I do hope to hear back from you soon.

Sincerely,
Ambassador Petyr Baelish

[ OOC: You can feel free to just respond to this OOCly if she would donate anything or not! ]

[Okay, so she'd gotten advice to just ... send messages. Let Ruby know she's thinking about her. Ask her how her day's going. All the lame stuff she can't really make sense of, but like hell if she isn't going to at least try.]

can't sleep

thought of you

hopefully didn't wake you, too

[This is how it works, right? ... Right?]

text; a couple of days after arriving.

Text; about ten minutes after Rosita leaves him a message

July 4th or whatever the gala is

text; and maybe action later because I am lazy.

voice;

text; wrong number shenanigans, in the name of acquiring cr

October 29 - action/Anywhere

TEXT hey its ur lemur

text | misfire ( id reads "karen starr" )