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pancakerabbit06, artillie , kensson , frenchroast , chaucerettescs , and whoever else happens by!
Ratings/Warnings:  None yet.
Open Characters: (Updated 8/4) Anyone living on the first floor, Mr. Erendrake of 2A, whoever lives in 2C, the mysterious spice-hoarding recluse of 3C, resident crazy old lady Fidelia Cotton of 4C, and an unlimited number of characters who may reside on the floors above.
Notes:  Unless it says otherwise, assume all letters have been slipped under the recipient's door.

Excerpt:
To: Current Occupant of Apartment 3B 

 

Hi!  Welcome to the building.  I’m Becca Roberts, I live directly above you.  Sorry I didn’t get to help you move in or anything—I try to be on first-name basis with everybody in the building, but lately I’ve been working a lot of night shifts, so it’s hard to socialize with new neighbors.  

I can still give you the inside scoop if you want it, though.  You’re on a good floor.  Morgan, the guy who lives in 3A, is super nice.  He plays viola some evenings, and he’s got a lot of talent.  (Just don’t say “good morning” to him if you see him in the hallway before 7 am, and he’s not holding coffee.)  As for your other next door neighbor, nobody knows much about whoever lives in 3C.  I don’t think any of us have even seen this individual; the only way we know that 3C is inhabited at all is that sometimes, for totally unknown reasons, it absolutely reeks of nutmeg.    Still he-or-she is totally quiet and never leaves anything blocking the hallway, as long as you like nutmeg, not a bad deal! 

So hey, tell me about yourself.  What brings you to the city? 

Becca 

P.S.  This is probably nothing, but it kind of freaked me out.  On my way home from work last night, I saw a guy in a suit outside your door, and it looked like he was trying to pick the lock.  I mean, for all I know, it was you, and you’d just forgotten your keys or something, it’s just that the guy bolted when he saw me.  I don’t know.  Maybe it was an innocent mix-up.

P.P.S.  Do you like oatmeal cookies?  I just made about 6 dozen, and am rapidly coming to the conclusion that this may be too much cookie for even I.


Comments

artillie
Aug. 5th, 2009 02:08 am (UTC)
Dear Ms. Roberts:

Cadburry says hello back--yes, that's his last name--and asks me to ask you what your cup size is. He is, in fact, hovering over my shoulder as I write this to ensure that it's going down on paper. I'm very sorry. He's walked away now. I should, by all means, cross that out, but something in me doesn't want to.

I also have a weekend job. I've seen a few of the statue people downtown--were you one of them, or did you work elsewhere? I've also seen them down by the pier. Being a secretary can be tedious work, but I find it rewarding. Also, I checked out your restaurant, and it seems that Cadburry works as a bartender in a bar not far from it. Would you like me to ask him to accompany you home sometime? No one would accost you in the middle of the night, with him at your side.

I've been dragged to Wolff's Biergarten und Wurst Haus, on Delaware St., a few times. I understand that it's a fun place to go, and the beer (the bier) is excellent by anyone's standards. The bartenders will talk your ear off, so I let him order for me, and I can't remember what we drank, but it was good.

Our living situations before this were more cramped. To be honest, we have a bunk bed--an extra-long one, to accomodate his frame, but still. We manage. We still haven't figured out who gets top bunk, though. Neither of us wants it.

- Stern

P.S. The cookies were appreciated.
pancakerabbit06
Aug. 18th, 2009 01:25 am (UTC)
Dear Stern,

I believe I've now officially met your roommate! And by "officially met", I mean "might've accidentally scared the crap out of him in the hallway last night." In his defense, it was 2 am, and I was dressed as a mermaid and holding a trident. (I am indeed one of the statue people who works at the pier, in case you were wondering.) Anyway, if you could let him know that I'm sorry for startling him, and that it wasn't some kind of wacky drug trip on his part, that'd be excellent.

So what is your job on the weekends?

Does Cadburry by any chance work at the Amarillo? I've never been, but I've heard good things. And thanks for the offer, but my typical hours lately have been 9 pm to 5 am, so I feel pretty safe walking there and back alone. Also, I make it a point to carry mace. (Hell, on weekends, I carry mace and a trident.)

Thanks for the tip about Wolff's.

Wow, where in the world did you live before here? I mean, I love this building, but I can't really imagine the apartments being much smaller than they are. How long have you two been roommates?

-Becca

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