[Written in Eris' elegant hand, the writing is a hint shaky, and meanders far from the straight lines of her usual script.  The paper smells faintly of smoky alcohol.]

Jenson!

You're back!  The papers are a-buzz with the wrenching of Jack from our streets.  I believe your name was mentioned several hundred times.  Jack is dead?  Jack is dead!  Your ( Read more... )

[This letter is written in Silence's tiny, precise hand, delivered by a zee-captain on the clipper Calypso's Strumpet, who says its delivery is a favour for a friend, refuses payment, and will not touch a woman's hand, delievered the day after the letter to Scarlet. Along with the letter is a small box, with four slightly-stale cupcakes - vanilla, ( Read more... )

[written in Eris' loose, elegant hand, the letters are uneven, as if the writer's hand were moving somhow, delivered by Khonsu.]

Friend Scarlet -

( You make a beautiful couple. )

[This letter is addressed to 'Mr. Mostly Attford,' delivered by a rather shifty-looking lanky lad who smells of tar and looks no better than he should be.]

Nathan!  Darling!

( More zailing... )

Darling Nathan-

( the first day )

( Cut for pictures... )

[This is sent by a tiny owl to Scarlet's place, who will giggle a bit and offer to recite them, if she likes.]

I went out with a lady named Scarlet
Her rhymes made us both sound a harlot
And we filled up with wine
And I know she'll be fine
With Nathan to act as her varlet.
Our Scarlet has quite cutting wit
With Nathan and me she does sit
We'll ply her with ( Read more... )

(Written in Eris' loose hand, but the elegance is gone from it, replaced with jagged lines and crosses, small rips in the paper from the too-small nib pressing through. Sent by a white raven, a jittery bat, and a tiny owl - to Asclepius' home, work, and out into the city, where fortune might find him ( Read more... )

[A translucent albino woman with huge pink eyes will be at zee weeks - exploring and stopping into ports wherever she can, asking after a scarred, strange man to whom she is either to deliver this letter to - or travel as far North as she may before flinging it into the Zee ( Read more... )

My Beautiful Lamont ( Read more... )