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[bomblogic]

When Ada returns home to her apartment next, there is a package with a note waiting for her just a few feet inside the door. Nothing has been disturbed within the apartment, Mara simply using a portal to get past the locked door to drop-off the package and then exit. The package is plainly wrapped in royal purple paper, the note in a similarly-colored envelope.

I hope you will forgive me for the slight intrusion. I wanted to make certain that no one took what is meant for you.

With many in the spirit of gift-giving recently, I decided to indulge in it as well. A little indulgence is a good thing I think you would agree.

Your presence has been a bright spot in these past few curiously chaotic months. A gift of its own, and I thank you for that.

- Mara

Within the package are two items: a pendant necklace carefully tucked in a small cloth jewelry bag, and a dagger with matching sheath in a simple box.

text | un: j.warrick

[noburden]

Hello, Ada. Time has escaped me since the ball, but I would like to thank you for being so kind to me back then. I am embarrassed that you saw me in such a state at all, but I am fortunate to have had your calm and steady hand to guide me back to my senses.

Would you like to get a drink with me tonight? My treat.

A hand delivered Val-O-Gram

[mrpoetry]

[Early in the month, before the water is tainted, before she moves out, when things are still tense and too quiet but she yet sleeps at his place, Ada will wake to a surprise on bedside table. A single, deep blue orchid lies across a glossy, matching box of assorted chocolate truffles. Tucked under the flower is is a piece of cardstock long enough to be a bookmark on which V has written a poem by John Keats.]

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art —
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors —
No — yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair lover’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever — or else swoon to death.

[It's handwritten in plain but exacting calligraphy. On closer inspection, however, the 'r' in lover doesn't quite match, squeezed in afterward.]

Val-O-Gram

[silverdax]

[This beautiful drawing comes along with a white carnation and a chocolate bar.]

val-o-gram

[noburden]

[Along with a (fancy) chocolate bar is a red rose and a note attached:]

Thank you for spending time with me. I used to find myself missing the company of another woman, but then you came along. You are as clever as you are beautiful. I look forward to more outings with you.

- Jill

[This goes to the right lady.]

text | un: crookedroads

[mrpoetry]

Picking up some dakbal after curtain on the matinee. Do you want anything?