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infomodder) wrote2015-09-12 01:24 pm
infomodder) wrote2015-09-12 01:24 pm
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ic contact 2 mask or menace
"Gone fishing."
[ so don't leave messages to ruin the after fishing glow !!!
your one stop shop for not leaving him alone, previous contact post can be found here ]
local man continues to ruin everything, present at the bait shop part 3
so yeah, third verse same as the first, Dorian drops a package off at the bait store wearing thrift store chic, ain't no fingerprints on nothing. This one's an actual package and it's the world's most morbid care package ever as it consists of: one scalpel, one heavy-duty surgery needle, some heavy duty surgery thread, an IV unit's worth of blood and a cow heart, fresh from that one bourgie butcher that Dorian used to go to in Heropa. This is where Dorian fucks up a bit because if Will goes to get the blood tested or something then a: it's whatever the hell Dorian's blood type is (it's probably b positive, let's be real, type B people are irresponsible) and b: has imPort nanites in the blood. The package also smells faintly like cigarettes. In said package is instructions that are so Microsoft Word it hurts. ]
Instructions to Mend a Broken Heart
1: Attach IV of blood to vein to prevent loss of blood during surgery.
2: From the sternum to the navel, slice the skin so that it can be pulled back.
3: Carefully remove the heart with the scalpel.
4: Sew in replacement heart.
5: After checking to make certain replacement heart is beating, sew or staple the skin of the chest back together.
[ Hand-written in the bottom of the instructions in the same really neat, really precise script that Dorian used in the last package, ]
You'll forgive me if the heart isn't up to snuff. Limbs are expendable. Hearts aren't. For what it's worth, I'm sorry for your current loss and hope the next loss will be less painful. Sincerely yours, a guardian angel.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zpMfZPAc1kg
Will goes back over the other dates from his gifts, realizes this one's nowhere near in line with those two. He tries to make sense of it. Tries to go back over what had happened, the notes. Comes to the conclusion it's not a set schedule except for what's going on with life (his life, go figure) at the moment. Meaning the fourth could come at any time with things as they are now.
So after careful consideration, after putting the presents in proper keeping for what they are and what they can be used for, Will sits down to think of how best to reach back. He is so grateful the house is empty of its human life. Gives him the room necessary to deal with a cow's heart and blood.
Will's own writing is not quite as neat, but there is precision. Every word is legible. Each line, however, has a tension to it. Like any moment Will could have flung the pen across the room in frustration.
Exactly two days after the bloody gift appears, Will takes his note and sticks it to the spot his guardian angel appears on the security cameras. And another note, bigger, clearer, with a simple Please drop off all mail inside. Thank you! in bold, nearly cheery letters. But he doubts the bearer of body parts will oblige, so the note isn't obscuring the mailbox in any way. It is still usable. And anyone who tries to use it will find that there's an odd bit of paper stuck inside, impossible to miss. One that Will will redo and put back up as many times as he needs to until he spots another trucker hat on the footage.
On the front of the paper is a bible verse, bold as day: Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares. Flipped over and...]
You are easily forgiven. It was more suitable than you may realize. Will we entertain each other beyond packages and notes? You know you are being recorded. Send me a sign. Sincerely yours, Will Graham.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vy-QmgdUVTI
The problem with this is that Dorian rarely goes to the bait shop. Thankfully for everybody, operation 'let's drive Will bonkers' is getting kicked into high gear. It's three or so days after the awful blood package was left that Dorian returns, intent on leaving another package. This one's got no blood thankfully, but it's just 100% Dorian being an asshole, as it's a manilla envelope full of pamphlets like "what to do when you lose a loved one," "dealing with grief," things like that, all taken from various health centers around Heropa. The note inside originally said I find thrill-seeking works wonders. Make your blood boil. but then nope, he had to see that other note, so Dorian just scurries off somewhere to decide how he's going to respond to this, to Will reaching out.
because like fuck they're gonna meet up in person. But really, now that Will's going on the offensive, Dorian just wants to see how he'll react. So, in some space beneath his note, he adds in ]
Addendum: Send me a sign. Look at all I've done for you, what I've given you. You know my tastes, I expect a little something in return. Then we will entertain each other. Yours, a guardian angel.
[ this delays the 'what the hell is he gonna do' question for a little bit. ]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wwyeyGa2PEI
It really is, he thinks a few minutes later after watching the come, go, come back. After opening the folder. After reading my tastes. Will glances to the torn wrapper to the side. What does he know about tastes? About the tastes of angels who'd leave him severed body parts, human or otherwise? Well well.
Later that afternoon, not that he expects his angel to come fluttering back so soon, he replaces it with a thin, quaint folder. It's the sort of plaid one would expect of a house gown, the mark of a recipe book that has the potential to pass from one generation to the next. Except it's new, so there's only one page carrying the first recipe. Will has gone the extra mile here. The paper has been stained with coffee and is frayed, looks far older than it actually is. Something old, something new, nothing blue. Not yet. Will's part of their courtship has only just begun. Wouldn't do to overwhelm.
Will's handwriting is not so neat this time around. Still legible but what would be expected of writing a recipe, nothing more important than that. The top has LOMO SALTADO written, underlined twice in a loose curve. It follows the traditional recipe to a fine art, of course, though Dorian will notice the asterisk at marinated strips of sirloin, beef steak, or pork* regarding what meats to use. If he follows all the way to the bottom, there's the note he's surely looking for. In that same script, no change to indicate anything out of the norm is coming on, Dorian will find something he might not expect.
*Long pig will also suffice. Take care not to frighten any meat you choose, otherwise there will be a noticeably acidic taste. If possible, make the selection a rude one.
In the back section Will has stuffed a business card. On that is his real note.]
To your tastes?
[So there's that.]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=paoFmPW8lLo my turn for slow covers
Because seriously. What the fuck is this. He knows what long pig is, how the hell has cannibalism entered into the equation? This is entirely unexpected but so wonderful in a different kind of way, congrats Will you are more fucked up than Dorian had intended! Cannibalism, though...he's got to wonder how much of that is him trying to make Will paranoid and how much of that is massive, massive issues that he didn't even know Will Graham had to begin with. Congrats bro, you are now 100% more interesting.
Of course, then there's the matter of choosing the 'meat.' Because hot damn does Dorian want to see how far this goes (though eating people??? gross, he don't wanna do that). He wants to see just how Will's going to respond to this and to what lengths he's going to go to, but at the same time, he wants to keep as many people out of this as possible (so must Will, after all, this has been kept on the down-low pretty well). Logically, in Dorian's mind, there's only one option even though he miiiiiight not like said option. Dorian's response is on a nice piece of generic stationary, put in an envelope and shoved in the mailbox in like the middle of the night. ]
To my tastes.
As for the selection, I pick Dorian Gray.
[ look, it's the way he can best keep it between themselves. besides, Dorian's pissed off like half the people here, he KNOWS he is a rude selection to begin with. ]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eHbNU9WuVgw
Your select cuts have been acquired.
The meat won't last forever, and dining is better done with company.
[REVEAL YOURSELF CANNIBAL ANGEL]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jMxU2ToSunY
And again, with the same stationary, same script. ]
In that case, perhaps the evening of February 1st? A heart for the month of love, how appropriate.
[ suck it, Calendar Man. ]
I would prefer we do this in Maurtia Falls, but I highly doubt you could take dinner though the Porter. As it is, attached are directions to a warehouse on the outskirts of Heropa. Hopefully we won't be disturbed. You will find me there around 8pm.
[ and hopefully Will's bringing a car with a trunk or something, otherwise what the hell are they gonna do with Elsa's corpse that Dorian's stealing, spoiler alert, Dorian has no idea how to get rid of a body, that's what you blackmail other people to do for you. ]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eVTXPUF4Oz4
He stares at the words. He sends his staff home and closes down for the day. He tends to live bait and basic repairs with the looming promise (threat?) of getting to meet his guardian angel searing his britches off. It feels like heated lead in his back pocket, conflicted about burning him or ripping his pants right open. After a few hours of doing anything to keep from idleness, he simply rips off a post-it note, pulls out an everyday use black pen, and keeps it short.]
I'll be there.
[Dropped in the box before Will meanders home. He's not even sure if trucker hat angel will return in that time to find it, but if he does, it's there. If he doesn't, Will supposes (hopes, on a certain level he can't ignore) their next communication will be in person.
And that's more exciting than any amount of body parts in the mailbox.]