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FROM: SUBJECT: [TLV START] Tiffany I know you ain't really gonna come after me now. SULLY A friend gave me your number... CHLOE not with a client are you CHISTOPHER A gift CAROL Hello, Doctor Facilier?

TO: SUBJECT: CHARACTER NAME THREAD SUBJECT CHARACTER NAME THREAD SUBJECT CHARACTER NAME THREAD SUBJECT CHARACTER NAME THREAD SUBJECT CHARACTER NAME THREAD SUBJECT

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audio, Dec. 20th

[notpeterparker]

[Hey there Doctor it's your favorite customer. Carol's had a bit of an adventure thanks to the potion he gave her, and now that she has time she wants to talk to him about it.]

Hello, Doctor Facilier? When you have a moment, I need to talk to you about that drink you gave me.

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[changeitroundsome]

[Oh wow, she isn't dead yet. How about that. Facilier manages to mask his surprise, instead being as pleasant as always]

Carol! I always have a moment for you, darlin'. What can I help you with? [Joking tones, making it light and breezy and more to the point, completely innocent] Ya'll didn't take it all at once did you?

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[notpeterparker]

[Oh he already knows what she's calling about. That makes sense, since he's a fortune teller and all.]

No, I only took a small sip of it. But I'm a little concerned it didn't work right - well, I mean it did work, I wasn't afraid of anything, but it made me want to do a lot if dangerous things too.

[changeitroundsome]

[There's a soft hmm here. Well, that worked as it should. Now, what's a good angle to play this?]

Ah, that is the trouble, bein' brave means you lose a certain amount of fear. Some folk find it a very freeing experience.

But maybe I made it a touch too strong for y'all. My mistake, I thought you wanted more bravery than you do. I'm sure with a weaker dose ya'll could still save that dear friend of yours. [His tone suggests he doesn't think that at all]

[notpeterparker]

[She catches that. Her fear about not being able to save her friend starts to rise to the surface once again.]

W-well I do want to be brave! I really do! All I want more than anything is to save my friend!

[changeitroundsome]

Oh, I know, Darlin'. Your heart's in absolutely the right place. [Which makes her easy prey]

I tell you what I can do. You keep that extra strong batch for when ya'll get home, to save your friend, and I'll whip you up a weaker one, should you ever need it here.

[And casually slap on another favour as payment in the process]

How does that sound?

[inhumanity]

[At some point between the beginning of the 24th and the end of the 25th, Christopher delivers (handed off in person or left at a doorstep) a Christmas gift: proper gris-gris from New Orleans particularly used for the changing of fate. Also, a bottle of whisky from one of Carollo's speakeasies. Don't ask.]

Voice

[changeitroundsome]

[Facilier was so moved by this kind and generous gift that his heart grew three sizes and he vowed to become a good and kind person for the rest of his days.

Just kidding. He doesn't have a heart.

Still, the gift is pleasant, even if Facilier is completely and utterly suspicious of it. People don't just GIVE him things. There's got to be a catch. There's always a catch. He'll leave a message for Christopher regardless, because he expects that's what you probably should do if you're given something nice]

Mighty kind gift you gave me. And here's me with nothing in return. Thank you, all the same.

[There's no Christmas in Voodoo Christopher, get out]

Text;

[totallytrustworthy]

not with a client are you

Voice

[changeitroundsome]

[Because he still can't get his 1920's head around the concept of texting.]

Not at all, I'm free as a bird at the moment.

Appropriates own subject line to ask if you'd prefer action or log!

[totallytrustworthy]

lovely. see you in twenty :)

either or is ok by me, so unhelpful

[changeitroundsome]

No doubt I will.

decides on action because (spoiler alert) I am the most lazy!

[totallytrustworthy]

[True to her word (mostly), Chloe turns up a good twenty five minutes later to rap at the door of his makeshift emporium, kicking a toe at the door frame as something of a knock while she shakes the excess snow from her shoulders and the deep creases in her coat. Suppose winter never really stops in a place like this.]

hooray for laziness!

[changeitroundsome]

[The door opens, apparently of its own accord. Or perhaps, instead, it's the shadow that is settling quietly behind Facilier who did the deed. The good Doctor himself is sitting at his table, shuffling his cards]

Glad y'all could make it. Please, come in outta that cold.

text backdated to the 10th;

[hellosailor]

A friend gave me your number, said you might be interested in some work.

Still something you're up for?

Text

[changeitroundsome]

[It takes him a moment to get a hang of this, he's not really used to this whole...text messaging business.]

Ah, you'd be Chloe's friend, then.

Sure am, every little helps, right?

[Helps HIM, but details.]

[hellosailor]

That I am. And if this goes the way I'm thinking it will, little's got nothing to do with it.

[changeitroundsome]

And that, mon ami, is music to my ears. So what, exactly, is the plan?

[hellosailor]

[French. Sully tried not to let that affect his judgement.]

I'm thinking a high-class drinking establishment with a few tables to entertain the locals and transports alike. A place unlike anything they've got down here. Because while they're figuring out how to brew garbage out of beets or whatever the hell else they're growing underground, we've got access to a whole goddamn eternity of alcohol. All the best. Free of charge thanks to the transporter.

I don't often get the chance to say this, so I'm going to. Pure. Profit.

[changeitroundsome]

[That's a wise life choice on his part.]

A Speakeasy of sorts, then? I can live with that, especially seen as we don't have to rely on hooch. Shame I can't take that little trick home with me. Folk would give their right arm for some actual liquor.

Sure. I'll take a look at your little operation.

[audio; TLV]

[tucky]

[Okay, attempt at civil talk time. She can do this. Maybe.]

I know you ain't really gonna come after me now.

But you tried to make me and everyone else think I was crazy. What did I ever do to you?

[changeitroundsome]

Finally worked that out, didya?

Darlin', you did that all by yourself by squalling over the network. If ya'll thought I was a real threat, why not go right to your warden, 'stead of making a big drama over it all.

[tucky]

Because I was fucking panicking, that's why! That ain't my fault, it's yours. But I am trying to be a little bit nice right now, because we got a friend in common; Iris likes you and she might not be too happy if I hated you as much as I want to.

... But you're right that I should've done it quietly, and you ain't the first one to say it; my warden told me to come to him if I got threatened and Mason told me to come to him if I got threatened, and I didn't do either. So that part's on me, but that don't mean you don't have any responsibility for it.

[changeitroundsome]

So what exactly do you want from me here? An apology? I'm jus' tryin' to wrap my head around why you feel the need to seek me out after I apparently frightened you so bad.

[tucky]

I don't know.

[She hadn't thought about what she wanted, or if she even wanted anything at all.]

But you don't frighten me anymore. I wanted to say that.