Hadriel Inbox

[outofthefire]

[a flirtatious voice]

Hi. It's Laura. You know what to do.

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text; mar 9

[ghostlocked]

[It's late, and Harlan can't sleep. He texts a random name on his phone out of boredom. Hey, new friend, here's hoping he didn't wake you.]

hey u up? i cant sleep and im bored.
idt weve met.
im harlan.
hi.

invitation-- mimosas in the morning? it's no yolk!

[fernbeleafer]

[ sometime this week, when laura is out and about, a small bird with long skinny legs flaps hurriedly down nearby. once it has their attention, its long skinny beak opens and words come pouring out! real actual words which don't sound bird voicey at all. in fact, it sounds like a familiar weird redhead they might know: ]

"Hi Laura! So I'm throwing a brunch in the orchard this Friday morning around elevenish and I'd love you to come! Please bring anything you--"

[ whoops, maybe there was more to the message? either way, the bird takes off again to fly out toward the horizon and back to its home island in the distance. feel free to interpret that unfinished request however you might, brunch buddy! ]

video (backdated to 12/14)

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Curufin is leaning on the door of the shack he built over the ice hole in Hadriel's central lake, and behind him, the Northern Lights flash above the horizon. But there is something odd about this sky; it shimmers with more than the light of solar electrons flaring as they swirl and spiral down the well of the north pole. ]

Laura? I have to say goodbye. . .

[ Something about his stance says he's resisting a storm out of the Beyond, in order to remain here for just a few more minutes. ]

Action | Valentine's Day!

[glazedonutholes]

[ It's Valentine's Day and Donut's all buttered up into his latest outfit all white feathers and toga garb. He's got his lucky bow and a slew of orders to fill! So, he does what Gods do best - he takes the easy way out. Being a literal Flower God chosen by Heaven Donut's got a few nifty abilities in times like these where he needs to delivery dozen and dozen of bouquets all in one day! He's like Santa Claus! And like Santa Claus he plays the part and dresses up in the good old white and red! One at a time, he picks up each special bouquet and teleports - bike and all - to each person!

One moment she might be at home, at the store, out hunting - wherever she might be Hadriel's local self-appointed Cupid comes a knocking wearing the traditional garb of his brethren sitting atop a decorated bike. ]

Hiya!

I'm the new Cupid in town with a Special Delivery!