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[alcheregis]

Should anyone be looking for me in person for appointments or the like, I'm afraid you won't be able to find me in Nonah any longer! Nothing against Nonah, of course, and certainly nothing against my housemates.

Our dear Ambassador Baelish offered his assistance in finding me a place of my own here in Maurtia Falls, and I have to say, it's as breathtaking as a well-formed eukaryotic cell! It also has a nice studio for my genework clients, but don't think that I won't still make housecalls for those who want it!

[ Her new address will be attached to the post. Meanwhile, Haen hums a bit, tapping her finger against her lips, before continuing. ]

Oh, and I do have a question that I'm hoping someone here with some longer tenure might be able to answer... how would one go about requesting someone from home to arrive here? And don't give me the ~official answer~ please, I already know that one! But there's so many people here with friends they know, I think there has to be something more to it.

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[matadorable]

[The network is treated to the sight of a skeleton man (albeit dressed in more appropriate street clothes), who some people might remember from last year. This time, though, he’s considerably more relaxed, guitar resting in his arms.

It looks as though Manolo is waiting for something, and sure enough another voice, closer to the communicator, softly starts in, ] You look good, Manolo—tres, dos, uno! [That's when he begins to talk. ]

...Hello, my friends! I said I would do this last year, and I am a man of my word…so! Would you like me to sing and dance for your Halloween parties? My fees are very reasonable, I promise!

Here, have a demonstration!

[ Without another word, he breaks into an acoustic version of the Monster Mash, his inflection dramatically rising and falling throughout the song.

It’s blatantly a cover with a ranchera flare to it. And he is really, really into it. Who knows, the tune might even get your character in the mood for some Halloween fun.]

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[brushoff]

[ Dorian's sitting down on a small, jet black armchair, tucked in the corner of an all too busy bedroom. There's a bookshelf stacked to the brim with books to the left and a medium sized oil painting hanging on the wall, a Romantic seascape with more emphasis on the clouds than the water, clouds painted in dark, stormy, gray brushstrokes. Dorian gives the camera a small nod, then starts to read from a book, in an even, measured tone, perfect for audiobooks. ]

"It was the strangest book that he had ever read. It seemed to him that in exquisite raiment, and to the delicate sound of flutes, the sins of the world were passing in dumb show before him. Things that he had dimly dreamed of were suddenly made real to him. Things of which he had never dreamed were gradually revealed." [ There's a pause, while Dorian flips the pages and continues reading. ]

"'I am so sorry, Harry,' he cried, 'but really it is entirely your fault. That book you sent me so fascinated me that I forgot how the time was going.' 'Yes, I thought you would like it,' replied his host, rising from his chair. 'I didn't say I liked it, Harry. I said it fascinated me. There is a great difference.'"

[ Dorian closes the book, as he looks to the camera. There's a hint of a melancholy tone in his voice as he continues—somebody's obviously been lost in memory. ] Words written by Oscar Wilde—today's his birthday, by the way. Wear a carnation and take some absinthe in his honor. But the words of the post aren't what I want you to think about: the content is.

Let's talk about books, network. What's your favorite book? Or perhaps your favorite author? And, if those are questions you simply can't answer, what's your favorite genre? And finally, has there ever been a book that so captivated you the way the one Oscar wrote about captivated me?