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Hey Ossie, do you know anyone who goes around in a blindfold?

hey. i herd about wat happened with jiles. i jus wanted to let you know its absolootly not your falt and if you need to talk to someone im here. wat he did to you was awful, and its a reel shit to have to deel with.

hey ossie something is wrong with sharky hes not him can u warn giles? he was talking about getting him in the hot tub but its not sharky i dunno what hell do.

Finally got enough sleep to remember. In the event that I do not kill Giles body and he returns to it seek D'vana Tendi. Usually in infirmary. Comes from space future. Very bright and welcoming. Has capacity to painlessly heal without scars. Seems lonely. Wants to work. Probably best option to avoid making a painful return worse.

Ossie-
Hey, just heard what happened: sending you well-wishes, my heartfelt sympthies, etc.💐

Also since you're having a hell of a week I am extending an invitation to 'fuck it we're still alive' karaoke night this weekend if you'd like to yell your feelings into a microphone for an hour or so. 👍

Get well soon,
April

1 giles hiding from me or mayb from evryhting if you see him first tell him im worried and hes wellcom in the cabn annytime 2 theres somehting i otta tell you about but its absolootly not erjant but pleas when you get a moment?

Deepest apologies for not getting in touch earlier. Others needed me urgently and then my wounds would not wait any longer. How are you holding up?

Rre yuo okay
Did you coee back
Is gilse back
Ar yo u you?

Im sorry

Dimitri's not up for producing speech, so back to frantic, shaky typing it is.

[He'd been sort of hoping for Giles to respond quick, mostly just to tell him to fuck off or, like, give any indication that he was himself and also alive, but that didn't really work out. Granted, Sharky doesn't give it more than 12 hours before he's texting Ossie, you know. Just to be sure.]

hey
i dont have a full pic of waht happened but is giles ok
or like alive i mean
u dont gotta tell me ne thing specific if u dont wanna
i just need 2 know uve seen him
like him him
i dont got ne weird txts from u so i think u must have been ok???
but if giles wasnt him then problbly not huh
fuck
ummm shit im sorry i kno this aint great but like
just lmk that u guys are safe n alive

Ever since The Price is Right, perhaps even longer than that – the beginning of the month, maybe – Giles has taken note of Oswald's preoccupation, it's subtle, but noticeable enough. He's been waiting for Oswald to say something on it, under the assumption that he will when he's ready, but the more time passes the less likely that seems.

So on a quiet afternoon, Giles's curiousity wins out over continued patience.

"Will you tell me what's on your mind, my love?"

Ossie- @ wedding now, seating is being set up. people have done their best to dress up for this thing and I tell you, it's wild to see people in actual suits and nice dresses beside the finest Tommy Bahama has to offer. The dress code was 'please wear clothes' and that has definitely been followed there sure are clothes here. There's honest to god a man in a maxi dress that still stops at his thighs and he's got pants on under that. look im not judging I'm just saying I feel much less worried that I underdressed for this. IDK if I can attach pictures but I'm taking 'em anyway so you can see for yourself later

[ A small wooden box is left at the foot of Ossie’s door. It holds a selection of the most expensive colognes as could be sacked from the infinite Tommy Bahama, and a few from here, stuffed and padded with the faux flora of this wintry realm.

A note is left inside. It reads:

Merry Christmas Ossie!

I hope you enjoy! I had to fight the Bahamanal six times for this.

Phil ]

Ossie if you have time I could use some assistance.

Dedue is interested in the
Drag ball
That has been advertised around the ship.

He asked if I would accompany him for moral support. Of course I agreed but I'm still unsure what exactly this event.
Is.
It sounds like it's far closer to your context than ours. Would you be willing to explain it to me?

Edited 2023-02-07 07:54 (UTC)

[ At the foot of his cabin door, there’s a rubber duck that bears a stunning resemblance to Ossie. ]

[ The first text comes the day the cottage door locks, simple, concerned but not overly worried ]

Oswald, The Hollow doorway appears to have stopped working for me, I will try again in the morning but if you receive this before then you can find me in the library. Giles

[ And then the next day, the next one comes ]

Oswald, I still cannot access the cottage, and I am concerned about what this means, please let me know when you receive this. Giles

[ The third day there are no texts, for Giles spends the whole day as a cat. Napping in the library, curled up on the chair that Ossie used when he took up the role of Blackbird Bishop.

The fourth day the concern reaches a fever pitch, and the texts come spread mere hours apart and getting more frequent as they go on ]

Oswald, Have you changed the knock? Is that the reason I cannot enter? I can come up with only one other plausible explanation for my being locked out, and it does not bare thinking about. Giles

[......]

Ossie, please, if you receive this and are able, please respond.

[.....]

My love, I need to know that you are safe.

[....]

If you need some time alone I understand, you know I understand that my love, and I would give you all the time in the world if you need it. Just please, please, tell me that you are safe and well.

[...]

Please tell me you're still here

[ The fifth day there are no texts again, for there is only so long he can spend staring at the little screen before his eyes begin to blur and his head begins to hurt.

They start alternating after that, one day of frequent short and frantic messages, one day of near silence, rinse and repeat.

Then, on the first of April, the pattern changes. Only one text, sent at around 8pm every single day without fail. Composed in the little journal he keeps in his pocket — which is starting to fill up, and will need to be replaced soon, especially if this goes on for much longer — and then painstakingly copied over into his phone ]

My beloved Oswald, [ it begins, and what follows is an account of his day. The people he saw, and if any of them asked after Ossie; the current state of the ship, such as the fact that the cracks have disappeared and speculation on what that might mean; what he has tried that day to regain access to the cottage; things that he noted throughout the day that made him think of Ossie; and, very very occasionally, a short poem he has written.
Naturally all interspersed with as many ways as he can find to express his love for Ossie, and, finally, signed off ]
Yours, for now and for always, E. Giles

Ossie pratt + me r throwin a pride thing ASAP giles is 2 goth 2 help us make the place gay so he said come 2 u u wanna help decorate??? or just show up n take in the super awesome flags im makin Sharky ps sry 4got the stops woops

Just a heads up, there’s a new passenger here named Demona. Blue skin, big bat wings, red hair, turns to a statue during the day. She almost immediately tried to commit murder because someone taped paper pigeons to her as a statue and is pretty literally genocidal towards humans. I had to pin her down to get her to stop. So. Watch out for that.

[ Oh hey, it's possible to go out now without getting turned into a vampire or eaten by a vine. At last. ]

Good morning stop hope I find you well stop I wonder if you would lend me an hour or two of your time and assistance stop

[ A few moments later: ]

Mostly in something perfectly safe comma but also partly in avoiding the bahanimal stop

One evening a box appears on the bed. The sort that one might receive from Sundries. It's just slightly open, as if to invite any curious party to peek at its contents.

Inside is very definitely a maid outfit (of the modern costume variety, not a real uniform ~~to Giles's mild annoyance~~) which, if Ossie cares to investigate, appears to be sized to fit him perfectly.

"Don't you look handsome?"

Phil lounges at the cocktail bar--here, rather than Bobby B's, just for a bit of variety. He looks nicely done up himself, although the general bar he maintains means there isn't much more going on than his hair and feathers all being neater than usual.

But Ossie is here, and Phil's mantle kicks up a cool and playful breeze. He raises the Manhattan he's poured himself in greeting. "Shall I mix you anything? I was a deft hand at Punxsutawney's bar, if I do say so myself."

A text, at a completely normal hour of the night, definitely.

When timelines permit, a text.

After Pratt talks to Sharky, before he Judges Sharky

Text, Oct 16th, 8:45 AM

After finding out about his misadventure, but before he's back.

Text: 6:15am November 1

Early Afternoon, Nov 1st

november first, ~6:30 AM

[text] nov 2

[sometime at the end of November idk]

no subject

please pretend its still the 25th

[the day before the drag ball]