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[ March's voicemail message will be the standard sort for a while, and expect replies from him to be slow/strange as he tries to understand this Modern Age.

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From:

brushoff

My dear Mr. March,
Out of curiosity, is your hotel available for a wedding and reception early June?

[ guess who's getting hitched? dodo's getting hitched. ]

From:

baetiful

James, my friend. How has business been going for you?

[ How are the murders? Hope you're keeping the carpets clean! ]

From:

slightlyoffchilt

James, good news! Raina has returned from her exportation. Perhaps we should plan to make good on the four of us having dinner?

From:

restingstitchface

Good afternoon, Mr. March.

I imagine you are open to sensible requests, yes?

[Here, March. Enjoy your conversations with straw-people.]

From:

callhousekeeping

James, we'll need to dispose of whoever is working the night shift at the desk. I've offered the job to Toby Matthews and he's accepted.

From:

hypodermicgurl

[ There's no knocking in the Hotel of the Damned. Just Sally letting herself right in- or, if it's locked, letting herself be called in. There's no long time resident of this place that isn't in some kind of pain. March himself the king of it with his bitch queen always yanking his chain.

Still, once she's in the room she lets out a sarcastic- ]

Knock, knock.

From:

wizzardly

[this probably isn't a voice March expected to ever call on him.]

Mr. March? It's Rincewind. I realize it's entirely possible I'm not supposed to call you directly to do this, sorry ahead of time, but - you mentioned once the Luggage and I would be welcome at your hotel?

From:

slightlyoffchilt

[After he heard this conversation.]

What? About what? Are you dead? Have you been dead this whole time?

This is Doctor Chilton, by the way.

From:

restingstitchface

Mr March. Downstairs staff in the basement aren't that terrifying.

[Monsters are.]

From:

brushoff

[ LIFE IS SHIT AND WILL GRAHAM IS SHIT AND EXPLAINING ORGANS IS SHIT so Dorian decides to just not deal with all of that for a moment and brag. hey March, guess what, guess what, he married.

He sends March a selfie, Dorian smiling up a storm with his left hand splayed in front of his face...and yes indeed, that is a ring on his ring finger, somebody's hitched. ]

Big ceremony will come later—Toby & I just wanted to get legal nonsense out of the way first. Make it official.

From:

baetiful

[ As per this thread. ]

I am in need of your aid, James. For clean up. In the literal sense. Are you good at removing blood stains?

From:

wizzardly

Mr. March, hello again. It's, er, Rincewind. ...Again.

[here's hoping his, er, abrupt departure didn't leave any ill feelings between them. Before calling he did finally leave that hotel review March had requested last month, that has to be worth a few late points in his favor. Five stars, even. And a little comment about how soft the towels are.]

Anyway, right, um, so - I'm throwing something of a party for someone, Dr. Chilton, actually, and I've never done that before, and that one you threw at your hotel was so good, I thought maybe you'd be someone to call. For advice. ...Or numbers for caterers, or something. A band you can recommend. Right now all I've really got is a place and balloons.

From:

pummelgranite

What's it take to book that ballroom?

-P

From:

ghoulking

[ Kaneki only celebrates New Years, so that's the day he'll be dropping off gifts. For March, he will leave a beautiful japanese handkive (Tanto) - Kaneki will make sure it's not sharpened. Just in case. Along with it there is incense and home-made mochi (rice cakes), as well a note ]

Mr. March, thank you for your kind help. This is a strange yet ironic world, and we are all strange and ironic creatures, in the end.
Have a good year.

- Kaneki Ken

From:

musclemothers

[March receives a bottle of scotch! It has Rusty's business card on it, and written on the back: Merry Christmas, and happy new year. To our future cooperation!

See? Making connections.]

From:

flowerette

He took the bait.

[ No hello. No introduction to who they were talking about. Raina knows that March knows. ]

From:

baetiful

[ And now for a man who would definitely appreciate the old-fashioned. The message arrives for March delivered via mockingbird. Sealed closed by a wax mockingbird sigil, the letter is hand-written in careful cursive. ]

Dear, James -

I write to you on behalf of a project I am working on within our city. Construction has already begun on rebuilding a much larger library, but I wish for this to be more than simply a bigger structure. I know you, of all people, will appreciate a desire to make this the grandest center of information between our porter cities. And perhaps you will also appreciate that I have a desire to turn this into a memorial for natives who lost their lives due to imPort related tragedies. Their names will be honored within the library itself.

[ You can go ahead and laugh now, March. Maybe take some pride if you see some names you recognize up there. But mostly, Baelish imagines March's hard work will go without recognition. He's too good at this murder thing. ]

For that, I need your help. If you are able to donate anything at all to the cause, it would be most appreciated -- whether that is books, money, or simply your time. Especially your time. You have a flare for aesthetics like no other, and it would honor me greatly if you could help in the interior design.

I thank you for your time, and I do hope to hear back from you soon.

Your Friend,
Ambassador Petyr Baelish

[ OOC: You can feel free to just respond to this OOCly if March would donate anything or not! ]

From:

exceptfebruary

[ A black envelope with a black card in it, with a handmade gold leaf crown of leaves image on the front, and in simple gold ink handwriting on the inside: ]

Happy Anniversary.

[ While the card is unsigned, the envelope does have a return address. ]

From:

notgneiss

[does march still need to sleep as a ghost? shale hasn't needed to sleep since she was changed. she enjoyed it, to begin with. never tiring, never needing to worry about fatigue affecting her battle capability. then... she remembers the overwhelming darkness of being deactivated in the deep roads. not well, but it's there. shale very much imagines that's what sleeping is like, because she doesn't remember.

it's because of the fact she doesn't need to sleep that it's around five in the morning when she finds the castille after doing some searching. march had surely mentioned it before, even if not directly to her. as she had mentioned to him, she's fought ghosts before and the fact they even exist don't shock her at all. it wasn't a surprise that he had come back. what was a surprise, however, was the flowers. he'd kept calling it a date and she'd spent enough time frozen around humans to know what flowers meant.

it annoyed her. march had said he didn't want his castille damaged, so at five in the morning, shale grabs a poor passer-by and throws them with enough force to smash through the hotel entrance. there's not as much damage if she'd just punched in or thrown a bolder, but it's sure as shit noticeable. shale stomps into the lobby, paying no attention to the ammo who is, unfortunately, still alive.]

Edited Date: 2017-06-02 03:36 pm (UTC)