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2030-12-20 11:08 am
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Text and phone messages

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2030-12-20 11:07 am
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Mailbox

Sir Thomas Sharpe
#8D Candlewood Apartments
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2019-12-31 04:04 pm
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2019 Reqs

January
1/1/2019 NYE

1/15/2019 Regan EP

1/30/2019 linkdump


February
2/13/2019 Linkdump - Saoirse

2/14/2019 Valentine's - Greta

2/14/2019 Valentine's - Krem
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2018-12-21 11:05 pm
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Do me this honor

Thomas planned a day. It isn't exactly their anniversary - that has come and gone - but he still wants to give Greta a lovely time. Brunch at a place they both like, followed by a matinee of a ballet performance and a walk through the park and maybe a little bit of leisurely but last minute Christmas shopping. Tea at the little cafe they had their first date.

All of it is to give Greta a day off, and more than that, to simply enjoy themselves together, not as parents or as people that needed to work. Sure, he's decided to make plans to take Saoire to see The Nutcracker now, especially since Greta thinks she'll enjoy it. But beyond that, it's rather lovely to be free of any obligation for the day.

It's easy enough to decide to walk home - it's an unseasonably nice evening and there's no rush, they can be leisurely.

"I had a lovely day. Thank you for indulging me," he says to Greta as the house comes into view.
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2018-10-09 04:35 pm
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The ghosts that we knew made us blackened and blue

[[Final Screening Plot Pre-play: Dated October 18th]]

It wasn't often that Thomas felt the need to congratulate himself, but he was rather proud of how the house looked. Greta had been out of her mind lately. Not in a bad way, per se, but she'd been almost wholly focused on the baking show, and so Thomas had picked up more responsibility around the house to try to ensure that she didn't feel the need to take care of everything in between coming up with genius recipes and designs.

Today, he'd cleaned the house top to bottom. He'd bought flowers and put some in every room of the house - especially the kitchen and the bedroom. He'd even put up candles here and there for a romantic feel, and he'd cooked dinner. Saoirse was at a sleepover and Thomas was determined to give Greta a lovely, relaxing, possibly very romantic evening.

He made one last sweep through the house not long before Greta was due home, just to make sure that everything was in its place and that any dishes from preparing dinner were either clean or out of sight.
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2018-07-19 08:30 pm
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Moving In

Thomas stretched after setting down a box of books in the living room. He'd gotten everything out of the apartment, and most of his boxes were in the spare room for now, to be sorted at his leisure. Important things had already been put in appropriate rooms: clothes were in the bedroom, a few boxes of books down here to put away wherever they would fit. His desk had gone up in the spare room; the rats were currently settled in Saoirse's room. He was quite grateful that the little girl liked them and that Greta was allowing them in her house. He wasn't sure he'd ever get her to warm up to them, but they were pets he could share with Saoirse.

He headed back out to make sure there was nothing left on the truck before he sent the driver on his way. That made things easier, at least - he'd hired a couple of men to help him get things out of the old apartment.

"Greta?" he called as he moved into the kitchen. He had a small box of things in there. He'd just sort of packed everything, figuring he would deal with getting rid of things later.

"I got rid of most of my dishes, except the mugs you said you liked, but I wasn't sure about some of these other things."
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2018-04-15 08:55 pm
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The Beginning: Singing Plot

Thomas smiled when Greta walked through the door. "Flip the sign, would you?"

He'd given Rowan a break, sent him off on lunch. But now that Greta was here, he supposed it wouldn't be too untoward to take a little break himself. It wasn't unusual for the shop to close for lunch - he had so few staff members that it just had to be that way, most of the time. But more than that, it seemed oddly civil.

"There's something in the back I want to show you. I'd thought to just bring it over later, but this is perfect."

He liked that she dropped in to visit him, whenever she had time or whenever it occurred to her.
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2018-03-07 01:56 pm
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Gin, Tonic, Confession

The apartment was clean and tidy, as it almost always was. The rat cage had been thoroughly clean, and he had a take out order waiting to be placed should either of them get terribly hungry.

That was assuming, of course, that Greta stayed very long after Thomas told her what he thought she should know. He had a kettle on for tea, and he was on his second gin and tonic by the time Greta finally arrived. He supposed he had been a bit unfairly cryptic in his invitation to her, and so when he answered the door and took Greta's coat, he took the time to clarify.

"I-- Do you remember the conversation we had, very briefly, at the Valentine Ball? About the gardens, and I mentioned my sister. Or perhaps I didn't, but I was thinking of her. But I promised you that we would talk. And I thought, since Saoirse was having a sleep over anyway, tonight... should perhaps be that night."

He was still far too sober for this, but he wanted to at least give Greta an explanation.

"I don't know how much you want to know about me, Greta. But I feel I owe it to you, if you-- so you can decide if you really... want this. With me."
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2017-12-31 10:55 pm
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2017 Reqs

January
1/28/2017 Lunar New Year - TL

February
2/04/2017 Offering Dance Lessons

2/20/2017 Let no birthday go unpartied - Agron

2/20/2017 Let no birthday go unparited - Hernando

March
3/23/2017 Korra's Debut

3/27/2017 Dinner with a Friend

3/28/2017 Harley's EP

April
Daine visits the shop [BACKDATED]

4/22/2017 Steve and Agron Move

4/29/2017 Sam Winchester's Debut

May
5/2/2017 Krem's Grand Opening

5/13/2017 Belle's Debut

5/27/2017 Ed's EP

June
6/7/2017 Belle's EP

6/26/2017 Saved from a fairy tale

6/27/2017 Meeting Saoirse

July
7/14/2017 Ice Cream Festival TL - 3 threads

August
8/6/2017 Sabriel's Debut

8/19/2017 Summer Snowstorm

8/26/2017 Shakespeare in the Park

September

October
10/28/2017 Halloween Party - Alec

10/28/2017 Halloween Party - Blue

November
11/12/2017 Edith's Funeral - TL

11/12/2017 Edith's Funeral - Blue

11/12/2017 Edith's Funeral - Biffy

December
12/1/2017 Tree Lighting Ceremony TL - 5 threads

12/15/2017 Holiday Party TL - 1 thread
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2017-12-05 07:48 pm
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Where there's tea, there's hope.

Thomas tried not to be nervous. It was silly to indulge in that, wasn't it? It was just a nice afternoon tea, with a lovely woman. He should be practiced at this; it should feel like old hat.

But that was the thing: it wasn't, really. Edith had been the first choice he ever made, the first woman he ever pursued because he liked her. And now here he was again, about to spend time with someone he genuinely liked, that he was interested in by virtue of the fact that-- well, he was interested. And that meant sincerity, and sincerity meant vulnerability, and--

No, he would not get wound up about this. He wouldn't be an anxious mess - Greta deserved a lovely afternoon, and he would endeavor to give her one. His favorite teahouse was decorated for the season, and he'd gotten them a table in a cozy corner between the fireplace and a window. Since it was afternoon tea, they had a lovely assortment of sandwiches and desserts available for them to have at their leisure.

He'd dressed... nicely, but not overly fancy. It wasn't high tea, after all, and even if it was, modern tea service was quite different than what he remembered. No gloves required. A waistcoat and no proper jacket seemed appropriate.

As soon as he saw Greta walk in, Thomas rose from his seat and remained standing as she was guided to the table by the hostess.
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2017-10-31 10:04 pm
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(no subject)

The shop had survived the Purge night in one piece, more or less, but Thomas felt shattered through and through.

At the moment he was bringing stock out of the back, putting things on display once more. Before the Purge, he and Steve had cleared the entire front of the store, removing anything valuable, so that if anyone did manage to break in, there wouldn't be too much to damage that couldn't be fixed.

He moved slowly, though. He had hoped work would help to get his mind off of things, but he couldn't focus. He wore all black, which was unusual since he'd started living here. Every part of him felt heavy. He couldn't believe that she was dead. After everything they had been through, everything she had survived. How could it have ended like this?

What was he going to do?

Thomas was drawn out of his thoughts by the sound of the little bell over the front door of the shop.

"Sorry, we aren't properly open-- Oh, Daine. Please, come in."
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2017-06-26 12:43 am
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A cabin in the woods - what could go wrong?

Now and then, Thomas liked to walk in the woods. He used to go walking on the moors, when the weather was decent. He tried to avoid them when it wasn't - unpleasant memories of trudging along after his father. One such memory of being left behind, of nearly dying.

But today was a good day, and the woods were filled with bird song. Thomas wondered if he could make a bird that was sort of like a music box. He'd have to ask Daine if the sounds seemed right; he wondered if Belle could help him with the smaller pieces.

He paused when he saw... a cabin? He frowned, trying to remember if it had ever been there before. He was positive it hadn't been, he came out here often enough. He felt drawn to move a bit closer, but he was slow, cautious.
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2017-03-27 12:36 pm

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Thomas sighed and pushed his goggles up onto his forehead. It was getting a bit late and he hadn't realized how much time had slipped away. He looked over at Steve, waited for him to stop welding before he called over, "Why don't we call it an evening?"

It wasn't ridiculously late yet, but Thomas had no intention of staying in the workshop all night, either. He doubted Steve would want to either once he noticed the time. They'd made good progress; Steve cranked out several stock pieces while Thomas had been working on a commission.

It wasn't late, he supposed, but it was certainly past the time the shop usually closed.
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2017-02-18 10:24 pm
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Workshop Visit

Thomas was quite pleased to get a text from Daine asking if he was free, or at ihs workshop. He answered her: yes to both.

Come through the alley at the back of the building. The shop is closed but I'll let you in through the workshop if you'd like to visit.

He'd be happy for the company.

At the moment he was restocking after the lunar new year; he'd spent all his time making little rooster mementos and hadn't bothered to make anything else. Steve had warned him that they were selling out on things, and that one or two people had been by to request commissions. He had a board with all the commission receipts and descriptions and sketches for the commissioned pieces. The long work benches were well organized and at the moment it seemed that he had a little assembly line going for some of the smaller pieces he sold. It helped to set things up that way when he had Steve helping him.

When he heard a knock at the door he wiped his hands off, as best he could, and went to open it for Daine.
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2016-12-07 09:45 pm
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The pitter patter of little paws

Thomas was rather excited by the prospect of finding animals that might want to live with him, and not in the guess-work sort of way that it always seemed to be. Daine would help him, he hoped, find a pet or two that might suit him. He'd spent so little of his life choosing things for himself that the prospect of at least having help was terribly appealing.

He waited outside the shelter for her, supposing this was as good a place as any to start. The idea of giving an animal that needed a home some help also appealed. There was no sense in going to a pet shop when adopting would do just as well.

A smile appeared when he saw her and he pushed away from the wall he'd been leaning on. His clothes were simple yet stylish; he'd entirely embraced what Darrow had to offer and rather prided himself on looking put together.

"Thank you, I'm glad this time worked. Steve offered to watch the shop and it seemed as good a time as any."
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2016-10-29 03:22 pm
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Twilight Tinkering

A small plume of smoke billowed out into an alley between buildings downtown, followed shortly by a laughing, sooty man wearing a black canvas apron over otherwise smart-looking clothes. A formerly white button-down shirt and a pair of deep blue trousers. Thomas laughs, taking his leather gloves off as he looks back to the door he's just escaped through.

"Well, back to the drawing board on that one, then."
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2016-08-16 01:01 pm
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Thomas is... excited. He's nervous, but it's a good kind of nervous. When he gets dressed that morning, he thinks about something that might be flattering and still casual. Biffy pointed out that most of what he wears is flattering, but still. He chooses a green button down, because the color will reflect in his eyes, and a pair of dark blue jeans. The sleeves end up rolled up to his elbows because he knows it's warm outside, rather warmer than he's used to but he doesn't mind.

He waits, because he feels like he ought, until about lunch time. Then he calls Edith.

"Hello, Edith? I was wondering if you would come to look at something with me. I could come pick you up, if you like."

Thomas doesn't have a car, but he could meet her at her building and walk with her, it wouldn't be a trouble.
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2016-05-18 09:08 pm
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Life stands before me like an eternal spring with new and brilliant clothes.

The weather lately has been particularly reminiscent of England, enough that it leaves Thomas wanting to add more brightness to his life. He's finally set to decorating his apartment, making it look like a proper person lives there. Despite the lingering spring rain he's finally feeling some optimism about Darrow. Perhaps the hope was in hibernation for the winter - he can't blame it, the winter was rather dismal, even by his standards.

Thomas might have never called himself vain, before coming to Darrow. He isn't entirely sure it's vanity, though, as much as a sheer delight with what he can afford. That is what brings him to Bardolf's.

Upon entering he closes his umbrella and leaves it in a provided stand, in a plastic bag to avoid creating a puddle. If someone takes it, oh well. Perhaps they need it; he'll get another.

He's been here a handful of times, but has stuck to the ground floor on each visit. Today he's decided to visit the second. He's done a fair job of choosing things for himself, but clothing really isn't his area of expertise. That, and it might be nice to have something properly tailored from the ground up.