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[selfbegot]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, whitepetals. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 106.29.382.192 *** whitepetals has joined 106.29.382.192 <whitepetals> Hello!! This is Madoka Kaname <whitepetals> Owner of the Tomoe-Kaname Bakery in Bavan. <whitepetals> (❁´▽`❁) <whitepetals> If you need to get a hold of me, <whitepetals> Or you have something private to say, <whitepetals> Just leave it here, okay? <whitepetals> I'll get back to you really soon!!

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DATED 6/5 - SLAMS THIS DOWN

[manuscripture]

Miss Kaname,

I remembered our very brief exchange some time ago. I am seeking another part-time job for a pinch more income and considered that offer you had made over the network. If you are in need of heavy-lifting or footwork, let me know as I may forward it to my roommate.

Please reply promptly so we can make arrangements.

-- Rohan Kishibe

HELL YEA HELL YEA

[selfbegot]

[ kishibe, kishibe... aha! that must have been the man she met in the fog, two months ago now. had he spoken on her post? she doesn't remember offhand, but it's not really relevant. an offer's an offer, and more help is always nice. ]

Hello!
The offer is still open, and I would love to see you again!
You'd need to stop by the cafe to take care of some paperwork first
But there's not really an application or anything
Mami and I just sort of hired the people that we needed

And, um
I don't know if TOO much heavy lifting is needed...
But bring your roommate along and we can talk about it?
It might be nice not having to restock alone

[manuscripture]

I can do that.

My roommate is having some... Problems at the moment so he will have to come at a later date. I can come visit when you have the time, however.

[fromthefog]

[She comes to Madoka in a dream, transforming the sleeping girl's mindscape into a dim, blank void where only the wind can be heard rushing through. Fog creeps on the edge of Madoka's vision, and as it closes in, it brings the sensation of speaking, of words being carried over the breeze. In the scant light, a figure can be seen.]

My child. You have been with Me for so long.

[There is no emotion behind it, no longing or sadness or appreciation. It is just a fact. The figure's outline becomes stronger and more familiar, soon materializing into Sarah, the High Priestess of Dyster.]

Why, now, do your thoughts stray from My guidance?

[selfbegot]

[ this dream isn't like the others.

it feels too... empty? no, that's not it. it feels alive. this isn't a memory, or a movie, or a manga she read way back when. she knows, somehow, that this is something she is meant to see. so when sarah finally materializes - when her eyes focus for long enough to see that face from so long ago - madoka understands just what it is that's happening.

this is no dream. ]

I... [ for a brief and panicked moment, she considers lying. but that wouldn't do her any good, would it? and besides, there are things she's wanted to ask her for a long time now. (over a year and a half now, some small part of brain reminds her.) so she swallows down the terror and the nausea in her throat, looks to the woman, and speaks. ] I don't know. I think, maybe... maybe I haven't been as close to You as You thought.

[ and for a moment, she considers leaving it there. but there's something else that's been nagging at her mind, something she's been considering for almost a year and half now. and this may be the only time she can bring herself to ask it.

she steps forward, clutches her hands at her sides, and continues. ]

You... you want to keep us here, right? All of us monsters.

[ the pendant sarah gave her lies flat against her chest, its cold weight as soothing as ever. ]

backdated to 7/20

[poppetstrings]

hey madoka

do you know any first aid.

of any sort

<whitepetals>

[selfbegot]

Um
Kind of?
I can put a bandage on if that's what you mean.
And clean up wounds
And burns
And

Actually I know more than I thought at this point. (・・。)ゞ

DATED 8 / 11 ( early in the dayish )

[manuscripture]

[ There had to be a time before Madoka transformed where she had been the most petite, cute thing on the planet. It's impossible to believe that she hadn't. Rohan has been taking some time off from the cafe to put the finishing touches on his solo renovation of the tailor shop, dropping in now and then to work short hours and give the impression that he wasn't going to up and quit just because he had his own business to run.

He has an appointment with someone this evening but he ALSO has another thing he wants to get out of the way which is of high importance. ]

Oh, Miss Madoka...! [ He calls, slipping away into the back of the building in search of its proprietor. ] Are you in? I have a question. [ She SHOULD be in. If not, well. Tough tits, better pretend he has a reason to be here and poke around at the cakes. Yay. ]

If you aren't busy...

[selfbegot]

Coming, coming!

[ she technically doesn't need to respond. it's an off day. she set this up specifically so she could lounge and show homura around. but... homura has a few other things to do, and madoka hasn't really done much other than tidy up the attic and worry if it's enough for homura like this. so she heads down the stairs with a practiced grace, finally spotting rohan and waving with a smile. ]

Rohan! How are you - is everything okay?

on november 3rd!

[titularly]

There once was a boy who was a Halloween fanatic. He loved dressing up for Halloween, he loved pulling pranks and watching horror movies, and above everything else... he loved candy. One fateful year, while he went trick-or-treating, he visited a house. This house was creepy as hell! It was big, it was old, it smelled like a grandmother and it was owned by a happy, old rich couple. The boy came here thinking that he would be handed out big chocolate bars, because it was a rich person's house but when he knocked on their door... he was handed a bag of that shitty candy that nobody likes! Tootsie rolls, shitty flavoured dum-dums, those weird... peanut things... needless to say, the boy was heartbroken. He was so heartbroken that he died, right there on their porch and now, every Halloween he goes out and finds people to curse. He wants everyone to suffer the same way he did!

Everybody is already suffering from his curse!! Send this to ten people to break the curse, or to avoid getting cursed, or you'll be stuck looking freakier than usual for the rest of your life!!!!!!!!!!

<witness> on november 6th

[selfbegot]

[ it takes three whole days for madoka to see this. it's the first thing she sees after coming back from her fog-death experience, even. she goes home, opens her computer, and THIS is what greets her. ]

Those candies aren't even that bad. ヽ(´ー｀)ノ

backdated to the 27th

[poppetstrings]

hey

um

sorry if i made you uncomfortable

about the whole voices thing

<witness>

[selfbegot]

I don't know what you're talking about.
You said that was someone else, right? （ ¬＿¬)

[RUBY CITY... feel free to delete to keep this organized]

[tonic]

[ Guess who’s getting a gift this Christmas! ]

BASEBALL 5/9

[neetfreak]

Hello, Kaname-san! This is Jyushimatsu! Thank you for helping me out last month!

But I have some bad news! My brother has gone missing! A different brother this time! He's my little brother! Last time, Ichimatsu-niisan went missing, and you told me you were able to tell if he was still here!

Is Totty Todomatsu Matsuno still here? He's been missing for several days! Can you see him? Thank you!

<witness> 1/2

[selfbegot]

Hello, Jyushimatsu!
I'm glad I was able to help.
I hope I can help again, and that your brother is still here.
Let me see...

<witness> 2/2

[selfbegot]

...ah.
Todomatsu Matsuno, right?

<marco>

[peccatore]

I need your help.
I understand if this seems suspicious but it's important.

<witness>

[selfbegot]

[ the response comes quickly - a few minutes - though there's a bit of hesitation between each line sent. ]

I'm trying not to be mean.
I really am!
But...

Never mind.
What is it?

<wilhelm>

[goryteller]

Hello.

My name is Katurian. We were just speaking on the network.

<witness>

[selfbegot]

Katurian...

[ "katurian katurian," her mind completes. he's been here before, hasn't he? does he know? she chooses her words carefully. ]

It's nice to meet you, Katurian!
Are you new to the peninsula?

< snakepunhere > [ PRIVATE ]

[manuscripture]

Remember the storm when all of the new kids landed?

I found out what the priests were up to. FROM them. It's juicy, my sweet.

<witness>

[selfbegot]

Rohan!
You can't just say something's juicy.
Now I'm all curious!

<holdtheolives>

[tony_redgrave]

>got a question for you
>i hear youve got live music at that fancy new place of yours
>you open to the unaligned
>or only your own/

<witness>

[selfbegot]

That's right, we do!!
I can't guarantee it'll be your type of music yet, though.
We're still working on finding more bands, ehehe...

We're open to all!
Even the ones following Elias, under certain circumstances.
If you're neutral, you're welcome.