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[exceptionalthief]

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All network conversations are private by default.

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THIS COMMENT IS NOT REAL, I AM JUST SAVING EVERYONE FROM FUTURE SCROLLING

[itistolaugh]

text; sorry about the gifs (not sorry)

[itistolaugh]

YOU'RE INVITED!!

to a ~*~*~SURPRISE BIRTHDAY PARTY~*~*~

for DR. JONATHAN CRANE!!


October 20th
Wayne Enterprises Conference Room
7PM - ?????

BORING CONVERSATIONS!


OLD MUSIC NOBODY CAN DANCE TO!


PRETENTIOUS JUDGMENT OF OTHERS!


BOOKS??? (no cats)(maybe a witch)


SNACKS!


& BRING A FRIEND!!!
C U THERE ;)

text; early 22nd

[cleptes]

So you might have seen a network post from me recently. It wasn't a trick. I did actually die.

Thankfully, the nanites brought me back.

[exceptionalthief]

[Were they back in his own world, to say they were friends might be a generous description; more friendly acquaintances perhaps, with a potential for joint business ventures on the horizon, but in this new world, friendly acquaintanceship qualified, pretty much.

Yes, he'd seen the post and as she now seems aware of its existence (although probably not at the time, being dead and all) he assumes she saw his reaction to it as well.]

I'm very glad to hear it. I've been told the nanites could do that, but it's nice to have actual proof. What happened?

[text;]

[directordisaster]

Hey, Hans. Do you have any plans for this stupid Thanksgiving thing? Holiday?

[ You're like his only friend and he got kicked out of his own house since they are having their own plans and Krennic's not invited. ]

If you don't, come bar hopping with me. It'll be...fun.

[text;]

[exceptionalthief]

[Currently, his options for the holiday are either go to the store and get ready for the onset of the Christmas shopping season, or stay home and avoid his new roommate who has the misfortune to be a slightly creepy ten-year-old girl; neither one having much appeal, needless to say.]

I would love to.

text;

[hardboyled]

[Get ready for the text wave, each one of these sentences sent as a separate text because Charles really is just that awful of a human being.]

hi hans!!!!!!

it's charles

we spoke on the network before!

idk if you remember me?!?!?!

lol

point is

how much money will it take

for you to help me give my bff the best christmas gift of all time????

[exceptionalthief]

[See above gif 🠝 for his reaction to this.]

This is the man with the beard fetish? More than you could possibly have.

text; locked

[cleptes]

Up for a pre-holiday heist?

text; locked

[exceptionalthief]

Possibly.

Anything specific or shall we just rob a liquor store for shits and giggles?

[He's probably kidding.]

Text

[dreadinquisitor]

[It's perhaps moot, considering it's been weeks and Hans himself hasn't reached out either, but still, somehow, Maxwell's breeding won't let him leave the silence. So, despite thinking he can already predict the response, the text finally comes.]

I am still alive, in case you were wondering, and have returned for the time being.

Text

[exceptionalthief]

[Even if Hans had been the type to be concerned about Maxwell's absence, there's one big thing he's noticed since being here—people simply vanishing is both a normal and frequent occurrence, and therefore, hardly surprising.

But he's not that type, so.]

Congratulations. 'Time being'?

text message (via phone, not the network)

[devoutish]

got a buyer 4 u

ring when u can

[exceptionalthief]

Specifics, please.

text; some time following his after hours talk with starr

[slightlyoffchilt]

Been to the ImPort Containment Center, have you?

[exceptionalthief]

You refer to your roomful of government-issued cloven pines? Yes.

[Guess what, Hans is a big fan of shooting first.]

Get much use, do they?

courier;

[grandtheftequine]

Sometime toward the end of August, Hans will find an elegantly arranged gift basket hand-delivered to him by courier. Within is a tasteful array of artisan snacks and candies; a fine bottle of wine or liquor, or perhaps some gourmet coffee instead; a piece of handcrafted jewelry or small piece of art; and a black leather envelope clutch containing vouchers for various high end restaurants, theaters, entertainment venues, and spas around Maurtia Falls. In fact, everything down to the very basket itself seem to have been manufactured in Maurtia Falls.

A handwritten card accompanies the gifts. It reads:

"Maurtia Falls deserves to be celebrated for the incredible achievements it is already home to. If you believe that imPorts should play our part in elevating one of our Porter cities beyond its reputation, then Logan Delos is the ambassadorial candidate most deserving of your vote."

It's finished with Logan's scrawling signature, and contact information for his campaign, should anyone want to get in touch with him.

text;

[exceptionalthief]

Classy.

I wouldn't have thought you had it in you.

audio;

[flowerette]

Mr. Gruber? I've been meaning to contact you for some time now. This is Raina.

[exceptionalthief]

[The name is familiar (Chilton's significant other?) even if he's not certain they've ever actually met. ]

Oh? In reference to what, may I ask?

A Letter

[shotgunsolutions]

Mr. Gruber,
You asked to be kept in the loop with regards to the results of my security consultations. Well, I have three lined up, none of which have occurred yet, but a fourth player attempted to join the game without learning the rules first. He was unsuccessful, sloppy, and more than a little rude. But I like his enthusiasm. Very quick on the draw, as it were.
1 & 0, me.
Yours,
O.C.Cobblepot

text;

[exceptionalthief]

[A letter, how quaint. He'll just reply via text, having moved on from the 80s.]

Congratulations on maintaining your existence uninterrupted.

voice

[restingstitchface]

[A call comes in late at night. Say, 9pm. Business hours.]

Hello. Are you available?

[exceptionalthief]

As in right this minute? Also, for what?

text;

[herrstory]

Are you available this evening?

[exceptionalthief]

I could be. You wish to meet? Privately, I assume.

[A little horny are we, Starr?]