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[fogsong]

My mother, Rose Da Silva, has returned to the ocean. I know she was close to a lot of people here and I thought it was important to let everyone know.

[ She hadn’t wanted to tell anyone, truth be told, but she knew she couldn’t selfishly hold onto the information when Rose knew and cared about so many people in this place and vice versa. But even this small amount of public acknowledgment cuts her to the bone. ]

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[subject_013]

The one and only. The similarities lie in the broader parameters, but there are echoes.

You have the best attitude toward the hand life has dealt you: you're optimistic, but you eschew the rose-tinted glasses, which never help anyone.

It's my pleasure to be that listening ear. At the risk of sounding sentimental, you're like the daughter I would like to have some day, if our eldritch hosts allow.

[fogsong]

I don't know, I kind of like a little sentimentality. I don't think there's anything wrong with it.

I think any girl would be lucky to be able to call you dad one day.

[subject_013]

My own pragmatism likely colors my view so darkly, it drops sentiment into the shadows for me. I've sought to change that, but some processes of growth run slower than others.

I hope, someday, to have that honor. In my world of origin, I could have had a family, if fate had been more benevolent. I've hoped for another chance, but it's something this world has made a challenge to pursue, between one thing and another.

If you need a place to stay, or a couch to crash on, you're welcome to stay with me. I'm rattling about in a black and grey Victorian in the north of Lumenwood.

[fogsong]

Slow growth is still growth.

I'll keep my fingers crossed for you.

You know, I might take you up on that. I've never been alone before so it might help not to be in this empty place all the time.

[subject_013]

I'm rattling about in the old pile myself, with just myself and Cypher. As long as you don't mind the odd Hunters who show up late at the door late at night, direly injured and seeking treatment.

A few more identifying details: There's a lamp on the pavement in front of the door, and there's a red and white wheel-shaped sigil on the fanlight over the front door.

[fogsong]

I won't bitch about it. [ she might mind it if only because she has nightmares and there's nothing worse than being startled awake mid-nightmare but she won't bitch ]

Shit, I'm pretty sure I know the place. I've seen it a few times.

[subject_013]

You don't strike me as the sort of person who would, given your own threshold for the bizarre, but we all have our limits

It's a hard place to miss, as its one of the larger houses, in a neighborhood of somewhat smaller ones. At least for now. Once in a while, the landscape likes to rearrange the furniture, as it were.

[fogsong]

The only thing that might bother me is I get startled pretty easily when I'm asleep. I have nightmares on a damn near-nightly basis. Don't worry, though, I don't scream or anything. I grew out of that and the sleepwalking.

I haven't experienced that yet but I can firmly say I'm not looking forward to it.

[subject_013]

I don't need to sleep much, perhaps three to five hours, thus I'm hard to disturb. If you need anything at all, don't hesitate to knock on my door. I'm used to waking up suddenly: I have a very persistent Omen who keeps an ear out for anything

Nor do I: I currently have very forgiving neighbors who don't object too much when the wind gets into the wrong quarter and blows the smoke from my fire pit over the garden wall that separates us. I use the fire pit as an incinerator at times, but mostly as outdoor warmth.

[fogsong]

Thanks. I can't promise I will but I do appreciate it.

Then let's keep our fingers crossed our homes don't get moved much in the future. Yours for the neighbor thing, mine for the map I've created. It wouldn't be too much trouble to create another one but I don't really want to.

[subject_013]

I pray, come this November, neither of us have to redraw our respective maps after someone or something decides to rearrange the furniture.

[fogsong]

If your place moves, I'm willing to redraw your map for you.

[subject_013]

You'll be among the first to know. I'll keep you abreast of any changes I detect to the map.

[fogsong]

Thanks