[sent Monday evening]

You've probably heard what happened by now. I'm back, and I'm doing okay.

If I lost anything in the Dark other than my brain I haven't been able to figure out what it is yet, so I guess I lucked out.

I'm no longer the Sharifa, so I've gone home to Fall City to regroup, but my contact info's still the same besides the address.

Be careful out there.

[this took seriously like 45 attempts.]

My name is Catherine Hau, and I am the new Vairya.

Acher attacked Enghelab with a bunch of goons. The last Vairya died. He got eaten by a man who became a Warhound. I hear that is new. I would not know. But, I was there and I am the Vairya now.

Acher is taken care of. I hear bad things happen in the Nenakret, too, so know that. We handle him.

English is not my first language. You can probably tell. Still I want to talk more than the last guy because he was an idiot.

[helpful drawing of a man with the Vairya's symbol instead of a face laid out on a couch with a big ZZZZZ sleep bubble overhead; the background is just fire and people running around panicking.]

Write to me if you need help from me or the Rogues.

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Catherine Hau

Uh, so...

Artemis is really late to work and not responding to any efforts to contact him.

That's not... normal behavior for him, is it?

[This is not a group text, but she sends exactly the same message to both of them]

I MET ARTEMIS

IT WAS AWFUL

[posted via phone on howl_typhoon]

[mostly it's a cellphone picture of this horrible thing lying dead in the street outside Caesar's Palace. also there is the distinctive butt of a dire wolf. the odd camera angle is because she was at the time hanging over Rhys' shoulder like a sack of potatoes.]

This is a stupid day today!

[sent from her Khshathra account]

My sincere apologies to everyone who had to deal with my evil twin these past two days.

[confusingly, she does not mean the people occupying her body, she means ... herself, in other people's bodies, which looked nothing like her

it's clear enough to Harriet what she means]

[this one, apparently, the whole world had to know

posted from her personal account (Jupiter Bands)]

Noooo, I'm still stupid!

And I'm a BOY.

[this is posted a little after midnight, from Harriet's own account because just because today is going to be the worst day in the history of the universe and her brain feels like a paperweight doesn't mean she forgot how to use the internet. she's perfectly capable of logging out of one account and into another]

Just so you know, I plan on sequestering myself away from the cruel world for the next 24 hours.

And Irena is me so you might want someone to keep an eye on her.

Okay, so, once you get a handle on the rolling around and the little red blips sometimes when you have to roll it back to the proper spot and the taking it out bit, this thing is fucking amazing.

The taking it out bit is still in the works but the rest of it is spot on.

I learned why dragons don't take mail over the ocean.

( [Size cut] )

[Damage control. Sent as Travis. Sunday afternoon.]

Hey. How was the masquerade? Sorry I couldn't be there.

[It's from Missie's phone. Hope you have her number.]

Help its Lera except I'm Missie now

[Email: Harriet]

I DID IT

[a minute later]

wait let me email the others too hang on

[and a few minutes later]

[Email: Duncan, Lera, Harriet]

SO UH a bit of backstory since Chief didn't get it all, Nyx sent me a superstoned branch from the undertow to experiment with and we managed to depetrify it without needing to get rid of the superstoning first

WE CAN TOTALLY DO THIS THING

[after this response]

[Dragonmail: Rhys Elena]

I'm the Vohu. I can fix the Undertow.

Long story short: I spent the last day and a half learning how to undo it but only just found out the druids hadn't told anyone it could actually be undone.

[signed Vohu Malachai bc 'Vohu' is way better than 'Captain' 8)
and then he signs Malachai Brampton underneath because this is kind of serious (okay a lot serious)]

[She's been actually considering it pretty hard for the last few days since visiting Duncan. Still really haven't made a decision. Might as well take this public.

The title of the post is as above.]

I want to join a guild, but I'm not entirely sure what guild to join. If it doesn't bother anyone, I would like any guild members to sell me on joining their guild. I would ask my best friend, but apparently clerics don't have a sense of humor.

Any takers?

[when he manages to find some time to himself omg Val]

So you know how you fucked off and became Asha and didn't tell me?

Well guess what I did yesterday.


[that evening]

[E-mail: Duncan]

You still having trouble with that god-tree?

[E-mail: Lera, Harriet]

You guys are each down a guild member just thought you should know! 8D

[So a bit after dragonmailing Artemis, Lera gets back to her office in Bastan and discovers that one of the bear stomachs leaked and ruined one of her books.]

TWENTY VERY ANGRY BEAR STOMACHS, HUH

IT'S THE PERFECT INGREDIENT FOR A RECIPE FOR ONE VERY ANGRY MAZDA

COMING TO A THIEVING BRAT NEAR YOU: THE MAZDA ASSWHOOPING SPECTACULAR 2050

[SO THIS HAPPENED A WHILE AGO bear with me]

[This dragonmail is written on a fresh sheet of paper, but he has physically cut and pasted Harriet's signature from another letter onto the new one, along with his own from some other correspondence.

He almost reversed them and sent the letter to "Nova, player of Nix" which would have been awkward if such a person exists]

I know that if you heard what happened you're probably not very happy with me right now.

But I just wanted you to know that I've finally put everything behind me and am going to start over peacefully.

...Except for real this time, not like before when I said I was going to start over peacefully and killed someone instead.

And I forgive you. Or rather I realize you didn't do anything that requires forgiving. Other than being really bad at telling people things they don't want to hear, but I guess that's really more of a skill issue than something you did wrong.

That's all.

[E-mail: Gabe, Lera, Duncan, Harriet, Ezra]

[backdate apologies!]

There's a storm wrecking havoc on the southern coast of Pakerion, just east of the Borderline.

It's traveling northward.

I'm taking some of the guild back. We're going to build what fortifications we can before tomorrow evening.

Greetings!

The Khshathra is pleased to announce that a masquerade ball will be held at the palace on Saturday the 27th. Outdoor festivities in the palace gardens will be open to the public, but please be sure to attend in formal attire, including a mask of your choosing.

Refreshments, music, and dancing will take place throughout the evening, with unmasking at midnight!

[E-mail: Iravati Savarna]

Hey. We've gotten some word that the Armaiti's missing. Not sure what to make of it, but... thought you might want to know.

Sorry that I've been kind of busy lately.

[She misses when they could hang out without OH GOD PALADINS fears. Siiiiigh.]

[E-mail: Harriet, Gabriel]

I have the best idea ever, guys.

Space. Program.

[Yes, this is what their lives are: space programs are sudden inspiration.]

[E-mail: Ezra]

Happy happy, coffee's done~ ♥

It sounds like the French want to award us some medals. I also have some to give out to you and your boys. Do you think you can make some time to go to the Nenakret for an afternoon and evening next week?

Also, um, do you think Rhys will like getting a medal? He's invited too, but I don't know if that's his thing.