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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 ]
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.]