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[nascensibility]

Hello, this is Evie. If I haven't picked up, it means I'm probably deep into research and may require digging out.
Please leave a message, and I'll get back to you as soon as I possibly can.

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[oversight]

If you've got Will Graham locked in that library of yours, maybe you could let him out to help with investigations every once in a while. Just a suggestion...

[ Not passive aggressive AT ALL... ]

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[nascensibility]

[Aaaaaand coming in all the way out from left-field is this message, which leaves Evelyn staring at it for an egregiously long time, sporting an indignant expression. Dean's murder - which, by the way, she was not invited to investigate and she's still sore about it - was the most recent crime against humanity and is still an open case.

She wishes she could do more to assist, but some people wouldn't let her near the body when it was still on display.

Blake makes it sound as though there's been a recent killing spree going on under her nose.]

I was not aware that I was Will Graham's keeper.

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[onsilksheets]

You and I are in a dire need of a catch-up, sweetie. Been far too long since we've had a proper conversation.

Just let me know when you are free.

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[nascensibility]

We are overdue for tea, aren't we?

[Evelyn certainly didn't anticipate hearing from Bela, but the contact is more than welcome. Things have been hectic and out of sorts of late, it would be nice to catch up and...discuss recent events, as it were.]

Are you available this afternoon?

text; shortly after Blake's return

[goesdown]

Did you ever hear from Blake?

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[nascensibility]

I didn't, no. But I don't plan on letting him get away without talking to either of us.

[Text, mid-afternoon on 9/15]

[cursebreaking]

I know this is kind of last minute, but seems like we're overdue to catch up.

[Remember that open door policy the two of you instated awhile back, Evie? Emma's acting on it.]

Feel like having tea downstairs? First tearoom on the right. There's pastries.

[Text]

[nascensibility]

I'd be more than happy to, Emma. It's been a while.

I'll see you there.

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[ofletters]

Up for that talk if you're not tired of waiting for me yet.

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[nascensibility]

And risk not being able to spend another minute in the library, bored out of my mind?

[That's a joke. In the event he he thinks she might be devoid of humour.]

Just let me know when and where.

voice ; private.

[ganking]

[ he'd thought about doing this before, but it's the sudden outburst from both hannibal and crowley that has dean finally deciding that maybe warning some of those seemingly close to dr.lecter might not be the worst idea ever. ]

Angry demon on the network laughing about everyone's favorite murderous cannibal? He's right, you know.

voice ; private.

[nascensibility]

[Well, well, look who it is. The fellow that can't spend half a minute talking about personal lives, the one who spends most of his waking moments in the library bothering her beyond all reason and making a general nuisance of himself.

The man who, of course, has an opinion on the subject.]

For some reason, people keep forgetting that I'm from 1935.

[A beat.]

The only Hannibal Lecter I've ever heard of is the one who introduced himself to me over half a year ago.

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[oversight]

We need to talk.

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[nascensibility]

I'm available. What's the rumpus?

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[glumshoe]

Hey.

[ That fond draft through Will's voice may as well be a last sweet wind on the way into a cole mine. Crowley has been on his mind since his sudden disappearance, and though he has mixed feelings, the spectre of the curse cast upon Will has loomed forbiddingly, dredging up the conversation he and Evelyn skirted. The trust she showed him. Will despaired of removing the blade it put in him, lest he bleed out.

But the time has come to grab it by the grip. ]

Do you have a moment?

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[nascensibility]

[This is not Evelyn's favourite time of year for a number of reasons, the first being the egregious overuse of the heart motif and the second being the reminder that this time last February, she was being eviscerated in the foyer and left for friends to find. It is delightful cosmic irony that the man who inquired into that murder is the same man who would later come to share her bed and, in fact, call her on a brisk winter afternoon with a tone of voice that suggests he means business.

Evelyn, who is currently rummaging through her dresser for a scarf to wear while indulging in a turn about the grounds, putters over to her communicator and grins at the feed.]

For you, I have several. What's the rumpus?

( gift ) night of april 1st/2nd.

[ganking]

[ it’s well into the night between the first and second of april when the gift appears outside of evelyn’s door. should she venture out in the late hour, she’ll find one severed finger propped up right out in the hallway, still freshly bleeding and everything. it looks vaguely like someone’s little finger, though the rest of the owner is nowhere to be seen. neither is whoever decided to bring the thing over— in fact no note, no explanation, nothing accompanies the body part.

enjoy. ]

wow THANKS

[nascensibility]

[Evelyn finds her gift in the early morning.

She almost steps on it, actually, in leaving her flat at precisely 8:36 AM, notebook tucked under one arm, foot hovering over something small and bloody and flesh-coloured.]

What on earth-

[What it is is a finger, severed at the joint where it would meet someone's hand, cold but fresh. Head jerking up to look down the empty hallway Evelyn swallows the palpitations beating drums in her head and thinks it could be Hannibal - a threat, perhaps? Would he go so far as to send someone a body part?

No doubt.

Terrified of the implications but also terrified of ruining potential evidence she wraps it up in a handkerchief, goes back into her rooms, and locks the door.]

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[ofletters]

I'm just curious. Where do the Baratheons and Martells stand these days?
Asking for a friend.

[nascensibility]

[My my, isn't he the cheeky one today? Evelyn grins at her communicator, giving him five minutes to stew before offering a reply.]

And it has absolutely nothing to do with your being a Baratheon, of course?

video » makin eyebrows @ u

[forworse]

I have a plate of authentic Salvatore spaghetti alla carbonara with your name on it in the kitchen.

[ Oh, look, he can even cook... As long as it's not pancakes. ]

SIR CONTROL YOUR EYEBROWS

[nascensibility]

[Evelyn's knee-jerk reflex to being invited for a meal is to question whether or not the dish is made of people, but that's hardly Damon's fault and she's seen neither hide nor hair of Hannibal Lecter for well over a month now.

Accepting the invitation is the polite thing to do, considering his attempts to make up for biting her.]

Do you, really?

[G R I N]

And what if I had already made dinner plans?

( gift + note )

[ganking]

[ this time dean makes sure his gift is neither a body part or left creepily by evelyn's door. in fact, he half wonders if any gift from him might be unwelcome considering the last time, but then if she grows angry at him for this one, maybe he'll survive.

so when evie next time wanders into the library, she'll find a very familiar type of bottle on her desk, in it's fancy box and all, and a note. ]

For the research help.

[ he figures, with the way the closets are acting up, it might finally come at a good time. ]

[nascensibility]

[When Evelyn does walk down to her study area in the library after an incredibly lazy morning spent making tea, steeping the tea for too long, and then making a second pot of tea to make up for the horrific beverage she created beforehand, she finds it exceptionally odd that there is something waiting at her desk. Rightfully wary of anything left out these days she recognises the label on approach; it doesn't take long to deduce who might have gifted her with twenty-one year old single malt Scotch whisky.]

It's barely noon,

[she mumbles to herself, flipping the card over to see if there's a signature. There isn't, but did she expect anything else?

Sweetheart, you know it ain't ever too early for drinks.

Evelyn smiles.]

( action ; )

[alayne]

[ sansa comes to her chambers one hour after dawn.

the mansion and the majority of its residents are still deep in slumber and she fears lady evelyn might be too but.

but I would not go to anyone else, I can't, they can't see -

on the first day, when she had eyed the red fabric, she felt a choking sense at the back of her throat, an urge to turn and retch, a familiar horror. it is mocking me, just as it did when it named me lady stark or catelyn in storybrooke, it is a mockery, naught more.

the next day, the wardrobe offered her two of these and when ignored -

the third morning finds her wardrobe filled with the same gown and dress and sansa feels herself choking on her very breath.

dawn finds her at evelyn's door in her night clothes and a bundle of fabrics in her arms, her knocks close to hysteric.

please, please be there. please be there, for if wonderland had spirited evelyn away, the only person who knows what those robes might mean, then all is lost and soon, others would find her in her small clothes and a face washed with tears, arms filled with half ripped fabrics.

they can't know, she thinks. not now, not when I was finally tasted a spoonful of happiness

she knocks and she waits. ]

( action ; )

[nascensibility]

[One hour after dawn Evelyn is doing her damndest to sleep, altogether unsuccessful in the endeavour for a number of reasons (her more frequent night terrors not included). Curled up in bed and furiously reading one of the most boring autobiographies she's ever picked up in the hopes it might put her out Evelyn nearly drops the thing when someone knocks frantically at her door.

Seeing as her last nighttime visitor was a demonic Dean Winchester she pulls a robe on over her gown, sliding from the mattress and padding across the bedroom into the parlour, her fingers finding the grip of a Beretta M418 as she slowly opens the door and-]

Sansa?!

[Vague, sleepy worry turns into legitimate concern, looking down at the girl with a number of hefty fabrics in her arms, all of which seem oddly familiar.]

Why are you up this late?

text; sadly couldn't work in dumb misunderstandings

[glumshoe]

If memory serves, a year ago you tied a new sloop to a milestone.

Happy anniversary, such as it is.

text; leMONGRAB NOISES

[nascensibility]

[A year ago, Evelyn made an investment in trading a memory to the vendors. She sat on her blanket on the beach, and watched the rigging line on a distant boat flap against the jib boom, listened to the pull of the tide, stretched comfortably in the sun next to someone she was beginning to know.

...in the not-so-Biblical sense, although that wasn't exclusively the case.]

You remembered.

[Currently digging her bare toes into the sand Evelyn smiles down at the little communicator, having been all too tempted to mentally drift out to sea not moments before.]

Thank you. I ought to take the boat out again.

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[ofletters]

[ Outside of her door on the day of her four-year anniversary is a gift. There's also a short, handwritten note without a name; she may recognize the messy scrawl, or she may not.

"Keep holding on. You've made it this far." ]

[nascensibility]

[In the late afternoon, that period when the heat becomes too searing and reminds her too much of the desert she misses, Evelyn returns to her room to find something outside of her door: a small, shallow dish of white lotuses, and a handwritten note. Reading it quietly she feels something tighten in her chest before it releases slowly, stuttering her through a sharp breath as she tucks it into her pocket and stoops to retrieve the bowl.

Blue, white, and pink water lilies would crowd the edges of the Nile riverbanks, closing up at night and opening with the sun in the morning - one of the most prolific symbols used in ancient texts to indicate rebirth and resurrection.]

Thank you, Sam,

[she whispers to no one in the silence as she unlocks her door, carrying the bowl inside.]

video.

[ganking]

[ have a dean, checking in on you. ]

Hey, hey. How's it going, Evelyn? You, uh, you been-- [ alright? okay? doing good? managing? ] -- hanging in there?

video.

[nascensibility]

[ Evelyn isn't certain how fond she is of the colloquialism - it suggests she is clinging to the ledge, that her fingers could slip at any moment - but to be fair it isn't all that inaccurate. She used to be better about initiating contact, but now days blur together and she sleeps less, is surprised to find that hours have passed when it seemed like minutes.

Someone else reaching out gives her something onto which she can hold. ]

In so many words.

[Happy to see him, that much is evident by the smile even if it is a little tired.]

And you?

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[krmvgivv]

So remember that journal I showed you by the mysterious author? Guess who showed up here? And he's even cooler than I imagined!

text;

[nascensibility]

[If there was one message Evelyn did not anticipate receiving, it was this. Not that she isn't happy for Dipper, mind, but wary of and interested in the identity of the author of his mysterious journal.]

He's here? When did he arrive? Who is he, and how did you know it was the author?

[text]

[assembles]

Happy birthday, granny.

[ Did she think he'd forget?

Their last conversation had been rough, to say the least. Maybe this one will end on a better note. He hopes so, anyway. ]

Are you free anytime today?

[text]

[nascensibility]

[Their last conversation had been awful, and frankly, Evelyn would like to pretend it didn't happen at all. With everything that Wonderland has given her of late, however, it's difficult to be too preoccupied: she forgot it was her birthday until Rick rolled over in bed and told her so.]

You remembered, you devil.

I am for a little while, yes. Steve, the most wonderful thing has happened.

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[oversight]

[ Outside of Evie's door is a finely wrapped box, fairly large in size, with a big bow and a hand-written note. ]

Evie,

Hoping it's the happiest of birthdays.

-RJB

[ Inside the box are several gifts, each wrapped in coordinating paper. There's a pair of agate bookends, a box of wooden puzzles, a fine silk scarf and a nice pair of comfortable boots. He probably would have added a few more, but John figures Christmas is just around the corner, so he might as well spread thigns out a bit. ]

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[nascensibility]

[The last thing she anticipated receiving so close to the holidays was anything resembling a physical gift, so when she does step outside her rooms in the late morning, half-stumbling over a box, it is with immense surprise. Upon carrying it inside and determining its contents, she is less astonished it comes as a present from John, who somehow manages to remember just about everything about her.

Evelyn sits on the edge of the bed and tries on the boots, kicking her feet.

She smiles.]

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[lifeskills]

<sub>[He hadn't meant to, but somewhere between seeing the fair-haired creation Caliban had forced his hand into making, and being forced by the Krampus to admit to his moral failings about said powers of creation, Victor had fallen into the dark, chaotic hole in his mind he slipped into when pressures became too much--and they often did. The bouquet of lilies had been the final push, a sign that Wonderland and God were laughing.

For a few days, he confined himself to his room where he could drug his thoughts into a bearable murmur instead of the roaring tide they wanted to be.

When he felt well enough, he picked up his journal and soothed himself with the routine of work. Before he knew it, his absence from public life had stretched on for a week. Nothing unusual there, but not something he can sustain forever. What to make of what he'd experienced? He's still not sure.]</sub>

Might you be available to sit down again sometime? Something has recently come to my attention that I would like your opinion on.

<sub>[Evelyn will never know it takes him a day just to get over hemming and hawing and send the message. Logic dictates when you have a problem and your current problem solving methods aren't working, go outside the box.

The only other person outside of his box who might understand what's plaguing him is the only other person he's met who's confessed to subverting nature, creating life from death.]</sub>

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[nascensibility]

[Evelyn often finds that she is reaching out to Victor instead of the other way 'round, but his missive comes early in the morning when she has set herself to puttering about her rooms, clad in a robe and nursing a hot cup of tea. Rick, who is similarly partaking in a beverage - Turkish coffee, she can smell it across the foyer - is in their kitchen, somewhat less sluggish than his wife.

She takes several long, slow blinks at her communicator, which made its usual irritating sounds of alert. Evelyn still feels as though she is processing all of the alcohol she imbibed during Saturnalia.

Idly, she wonders how long it took Victor to send this message.]

Of course.

Time and place?

text;

[oversight]

It's been a while. I thought I might check in.

How are you, Evelyn?

text;

[nascensibility]

[It's good of him to check up on her, although Evelyn would argue it's hardly necessary.]

I'm as well as can be expected. Tired, mostly.

voice; - after the Twins' message

[thecourier]

Evie, did you see that?

voice;

[nascensibility]

The cryptic message delivered by the girls? More often than not they tend to serve as warnings before something terrible happens.

[Sometimes she forgets just how long she's been here. Sometimes she is reminded too painfully, too quickly.]

text;

[ofletters]

New drinking game idea.
Take a shot every time Dean leaves.
Take a shot every time Dean comes back.

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[nascensibility]

And risk liver failure?

[It's a vicious cycle. Perhaps she might not want to throttle Dean this time around.

(That's being optimistic.)]

How are you coping? Is he from the same time?

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[thecourier]

evie
whats contumaciously mean

text; please hold

[nascensibility]

[Evelyn groggily peels her face away from the pillow to pick up her buzzing communicator and squints at the screen.

It is midnight. This is a midnight text. About vocabulary.]

to b e disobedient

or rebelious

text.

[interpersonal]

Hey, Evelyn. Is this a bad time?

text.

[nascensibility]

Not at all, Elena.

[Certainly, she's been acquiring a small collection of goods to prepare for her summer "excursion," but it isn't pressing stuff. Matter of fact, she's delighted to hear from her favourite helper.]

How are you?