IC Inbox (2024)

[fiddlestick]

Elliot Craig

[Muffled violin music in the distance]

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while talking to husk. text; un: fortuneclovers

[medicgunner]

[attachmentoldmanhusk.rtf]

you're gonna need these. also he says you're not shit and that you couldn't pull him out of the gutter if you tried. the trick's to pull him by the scruff.

[fiddlestick]

[When he gets the message, he can't help with snort]

He really said that? Good, I was hoping that'd be his takeaway. Curmudgeons like him are easier to play than kazoos.

But thanks Eunie! These files will come in handy.

[medicgunner]

Anytime, love. ♥

backdated to the 7th

[bebest]

[Guess who doesn't escape the Birthday Centaur?! Literally no one. Ever. That's who!!! For his birthday, Elliot will have a box delivered to him. Inside will be an exquistely made chocolate violin. It's clearly been made by an excellent hand- which is to say Zulius paid someone else to do it. He doesn't want to POISON Elliot after all. There's a note attached:]

Happy B-Day, Elliot! Hope you have a FABULOUS one! You can totes eat this if you wanna, it's the gift that keeps on giving ;)

Love,
Step Dad Zules xoxoxo

[fiddlestick]

[ The last time he got a cake box from Zulius, it resulted in learning something horrifying. So he's a little apprehensive at the arrival of this one. But Zulius seemed so happy with Vergil, surely he wouldn't go back to his dad, right?

Right??!

After handling the package like he's in the bomb squad, he's pleasantly surprised by the beautiful cake inside. Oh right, it's his birthday - that skeleton last night wasn't just another night terror. Its a big relief. He's gonna have to find some way to thank Zulius.

But for now? Cake time. ]

backdated to 4/9. text; un: kesitakame

[hoshikiri]

Elliot, may I ask for your assistance in the maintenance of an instrument? This was given to me, and I know what it is but I do not wish for it to fall into disrepair in the future.

[And then Takame sends him a picture of a two-stringed instrument with a bow leaning against the side of it. It's a little bit worn down as if having been used very frequently.]

[fiddlestick]

Oh what a beautiful instrument? Is that a type of shamisen? Or something else?

[Sorry needs a moment to nerd]

But sure, I'd be happy to help you! How familiar are you with maintaining instruments?

[hoshikiri]

[its ok take ur time]

I believe it is called a Morin Khuur. I've no experience maintaining any instrument. I've never owned one before, but one of my dearest friends in my home world is a musician. This is hers.

[fiddlestick]

I see.

Well maintaining an instrument isn't unlike maintaining a weapon. It needs regular care to make sure it stays in top condition. Is it a wooden instrument? If so, we could probably use the supplies I use to maintain my string instruments.

[hoshikiri]

[Hm. When put that way Takame can understand better, weapons did need to be maintained well or they would fail to do what's needed.]

It is a wooden instrument. If you are able to provide what I need to maintain it, it would be most appreciated. Even if I cannot play it, I would like to see it in its best condition.

voice; un: theprofessional

[sg09r]

Hey, Elliott, it’s Leon—I know this is probably going to sound a little abrupt and weird, but can you check on my office for me? It’s just…

[With two new Black Order members in town right after Teresa’s death and in the middle of the investigation, Leon’s a little—on edge. He still remembers Teresa rifling through his papers, and while that hadn’t come to anything in the end, the anxiety still lingers.]

I just wanna make sure it’s still locked, that’s all. Pretty sure I double-locked it, actually, but with new people showing up…you never know.

[He wants to trust the new guys. He really does.

But the timing…]

[fiddlestick]

Check on your office?

[That IS a weird request, but you know what? He gets it. He has anxiety about this on a daily basis so]

Sure! I can check for you after work tonight. But I'll need your address.

[sg09r]

[The address Leon provides is in the nice but affordable part of town, in an apartment building that’s well-maintained.]

There’s a bodega on the corner of the street, so if you see that then you’re on the right track. You don’t need to go inside, just check if the door’s unlocked. That’s all.

[A tired sigh.]

Maybe I’m just being paranoid, but after Teresa went sniffing through my papers, I’m. A little wary.

[fiddlestick]

Haha, it's okay. I understand the paranoia. I can't tell you the number of times I got to my driveway and then thought "did I leave my door unlocked?" and it won't leave until I check.

I'll check after work today and let you know, promise.

[sg09r]

Thanks. Really. It’s been needling at me since Douman showed up—it’s probably nothing, I hope it’s nothing.

[But Leon doesn’t like the timing of Douman and Dickson’s arrival here. Maybe they’re trustworthy, he hopes they are, but something about them, Dickson in particular…]

We’re doing fine out here. Except, uh, for Husk and Jinwoo—they’re fine physically, their tent just got set on fire the first day and it’s kind of gone downhill from there.

text; un: blade; a few days after SOS

[unreachableside]

[Blade attaches a picture of a violin on his workshop table. The varnish is a deep almost mulberry hue.]

Any chance I could get your input on the sound and tone when you're free? I can tell that it sounds better than the other ones I've made, but I'm not a violinist.

This is a gift for the closest thing I have to a mother, so the violin has to be perfect. If it's defective in any way, I need to fix it before I give it to her.

[fiddlestick]

[!!!!!]

She's beautiful. You can make violins??

And- sure! I'd love to help out! Is there a deadline for when you plan to give it to her?

[unreachableside]

Depends on if this one is good enough. This was my seventh attempt in the past... six months. I've tested multiple kinds of wood to see how they resonate, sampled twenty cans of varnish, studied the most famous historical violins for an idea of what works, and ordered the materials I needed if I couldn't find something similar on my own. This is... a culmination of what I've learned.

No deadline. Perfection is more important.

... You don't mind helping?

[fiddlestick]

Wow, you're really going all out for this. No wonder you're such a talented smith.

[RESPECT]

Great! Then I'll look into my schedule and find out a time that works well. It's Pride month and wedding season, so I'm pretty busy at the Vogue and playing at weddings.

Of course I don't mind helping! Why would I?

[unreachableside]

[... oh, that's a rare compliment.] I still have a lot to learn.

I have some special orders to fulfill this month, anyway. Take your time.

[...]

I know I'm not easy to get along with.

Text: UN:bar_cat75

[wiseoldbartender]

[ The dust has settled from the nightmare of the Order - for whatever that means in their future. Jinwoo has a place and things feel like they might, for a short while at least, stop teetering on the edge of total destruction. So: ]

Hey, Elliot. Think shit's calmed down enough I can take my sax back now. Thanks for looking after it, Appreciate it. I owe you one.

[fiddlestick]

[A pause.

Oh. He has to return the saxophone. Right. Right he's supposed to do that.

...]

Oh, are you sure? I really didn't mind keeping an eye on it.

[wiseoldbartender]

Yeah, it's fine. We got a nice place now. Don't even think I gotta worry about some assclown breaking in. It's a pretty fancy neighbourhood.

Besides, I've missed having it. Been weird not having it around.

[fiddlestick]

Oh wow, really? I didn't know that, that's great to hear!

[there's a pause because like on one hand, he gets it empathically. He too would want to be reunited with a beloved instrument.

And yet the idea of parting with this saxophone he hasn't even touched.... brings him an unusual sense of irritation. Enough irritation that even he notices (18). And now that he thinks about it, wasn't the urge to steal some instruments what got him in trouble in Asgard?

... ]

Oh, crap. I think my brain found a new way to be broken.

[WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN ELLIOT]

[wiseoldbartender]

Yeah, he got it from that weirdass shopkeeper. It's got a fuckin movie theatre in it, but eh, a place to live is a place to live.

[ There's a long, long pause here. He has not connected the dots. He doesn't even know there's dots to connect. ]

...That's sure a weird fucking thing to drop outta nowhere. The fuck does that even mean?