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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.

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? 


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.


Aug. 5th, 2009 03:58 am (UTC)

Hey, how've you been? Sorry I haven't been able to chat recently.

Wow, I don't even know what to say about the nutmeg tubs. One mystery solved, another raised, I guess? Part of me always wondered if maybe the smell was meant to mask some other, more insidious odor, but if that's the case, I feel like there are more efficient ways to create the same effect. Looks like somebody's actually using a whole ton of nutmeg?

My main guesses at this point are either "underground eggnog-brewing ring," or some kind of drug thing. I think maybe nutmeg's got hallucinogenic properties? I'll look into it.

Oh man, apartment party! Great idea! It turns out we've got at least three new tenants: Anna Sterns and Mr. Cadburry in 3B, and also Mr. Erendrake said there's a guy named Alan on my floor now. I'm going to go party supply-shopping tomorrow night. Can you bring your viola to the party?


P.S. Are you talking about the brick building, or the white one with the weird sculpture-thing by the door? I haven't noticed any weird lights, but on my way back from work last Thursday, there were a couple cars I didn't recognize parked on that side of the street. Which normally wouldn't be that weird, but it was about three AM, so yeah. Weird.


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