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...right. I've been delegated this task, for...reasons I really can't imagine. So here goes.
My typist will be in Europe until August 25 (she's leaving in an hour). She will only have a few hours of Internet access a day while there, so she would like to announce that she will be less active than usual here in the next month or so.
Along with myself, she will take Mlle. Fantine, Mr. Jasper, Ares whom, I'm sure, no one will miss, Mrs. Claire Fraser, Boq, Mr. Richard Mayhew, Collins, Maia, and Slartibartfast. I'm...also being told to carry messages from them...*sigh* Here you are.
Mlle. Fantine sends her deepest apologies to M. Valjean and M. Javert; she sends her love to her daughter and her son-in-low, M. and Mme. Pontmercy.
Mr. Jasper sends his...regrets...to the Vicomte de Chagny that they were unable to meet after his...return from the dead...and he sends his best to Miss Bud.
If Ares had anything to say, I wouldn't listen.
Mrs. Fraser sends her love and her deepest regrets that they have not spent more time together to her husband.
Boq sends his best to his friends - Mrs. Thropp-Cohen, Mssrs. Crope and Tibbett, Miss Galinda, and Miss Nessarose - and hopes he will be able to see them at least once until his return.
Mr. Mayhew gives his best wishes to Miss Door and sends his regrets to Miss Nessarose that, between her trip and his, they were unable to meet. He also hopes he will see her at least once in the next month.
Collins sends his love to his friends, and especially to Angel.
Maia sends greetings to everyone and regrets that she could not meet more of you during her short time here.
And...Slartibartfast started discussing the wonder that simple words could hold emotions and messages and depth when they're simply letters strung together, and how our brains process these letters and form them into idea so...I take it he has nothing to say.
For my own part, I will...well, I suppose my life will be a lot calmer with seeing much less of all of you, which will be strange. There are a few of you I will sincerely miss, and you know who you are. To my son, Timothy...take care of yourself. I'll miss you very much. To the Metatron - I'll miss you as well. Try to keep yourself out of trouble, and let me know if you need anything. And to Pollution...well, I've said it thousands of times, but...I love you. I'll do everything I can to make sure I can see you.
So...that's it, I suppose. Goodbye, to all of you, from all of us.
[Typist: So, here it is. Wahhhh, I'll miss you all VERY VERY MUCH. 11PM-3AM EST will be the time window if you want to catch me in the next month or so...I love you guys! Don't go too crazy without me! <3 Cheers! *onelastflyingtacklepounceglomphugglesnogclingallaround*]
My typist will be in Europe until August 25 (she's leaving in an hour). She will only have a few hours of Internet access a day while there, so she would like to announce that she will be less active than usual here in the next month or so.
Along with myself, she will take Mlle. Fantine, Mr. Jasper, Ares whom, I'm sure, no one will miss, Mrs. Claire Fraser, Boq, Mr. Richard Mayhew, Collins, Maia, and Slartibartfast. I'm...also being told to carry messages from them...*sigh* Here you are.
Mlle. Fantine sends her deepest apologies to M. Valjean and M. Javert; she sends her love to her daughter and her son-in-low, M. and Mme. Pontmercy.
Mr. Jasper sends his...regrets...to the Vicomte de Chagny that they were unable to meet after his...return from the dead...and he sends his best to Miss Bud.
If Ares had anything to say, I wouldn't listen.
Mrs. Fraser sends her love and her deepest regrets that they have not spent more time together to her husband.
Boq sends his best to his friends - Mrs. Thropp-Cohen, Mssrs. Crope and Tibbett, Miss Galinda, and Miss Nessarose - and hopes he will be able to see them at least once until his return.
Mr. Mayhew gives his best wishes to Miss Door and sends his regrets to Miss Nessarose that, between her trip and his, they were unable to meet. He also hopes he will see her at least once in the next month.
Collins sends his love to his friends, and especially to Angel.
Maia sends greetings to everyone and regrets that she could not meet more of you during her short time here.
And...Slartibartfast started discussing the wonder that simple words could hold emotions and messages and depth when they're simply letters strung together, and how our brains process these letters and form them into idea so...I take it he has nothing to say.
For my own part, I will...well, I suppose my life will be a lot calmer with seeing much less of all of you, which will be strange. There are a few of you I will sincerely miss, and you know who you are. To my son, Timothy...take care of yourself. I'll miss you very much. To the Metatron - I'll miss you as well. Try to keep yourself out of trouble, and let me know if you need anything. And to Pollution...well, I've said it thousands of times, but...I love you. I'll do everything I can to make sure I can see you.
So...that's it, I suppose. Goodbye, to all of you, from all of us.
[Typist: So, here it is. Wahhhh, I'll miss you all VERY VERY MUCH. 11PM-3AM EST will be the time window if you want to catch me in the next month or so...I love you guys! Don't go too crazy without me! <3 Cheers! *onelastflyingtacklepounceglomphugglesnogclingallaround*]