Left on doorsteps, tucked into air-tube boxes, tied to the struts of airships and (in the case of Doc O and a few other select individuals) stuck to their door with a festive Arrow (shot from a safe distance) is the following note on red, hot-pressed paper with the pub’s seal:
Happy St. Valentine’s day, hope you get up to some wicked good fun!
And if you don’t, well, there’s always tomorrow.
Love,
Stargirl Macbain & The Gangplank Crew
((How DOES she manage these deliveries? We shall never know, but I suspect nefarious means! Or at least, a secret nefarious crew. Or, possibly, a lot of drunken carousing across the city with her comrades in arms, Tess & Kaylee, singing bawdy songs and causing general mayhem. But Seriously, Happy Random Holiday! I wonder what everyone will get stuck to their door for St. Patrick’s Day…))
::Dr. Sonnerstein heard a thump of something heavy skitter in his open doorway downstairs in the old building, long ears perking up at the sound as he set his teacup down. Clad in coat, goggles and gloves from having been working on repairs, he stood from his plush chair and headed down to the main floor of the rickety building to find a stone with a note wrapped around it on the floor, picking it up and unrolling it, he tossed the rock back outside of the door, hearing a thump and a yelp:: Ah, apologies, Hono. But you really shouldn’t nap on the railing out there. ::he brushed his fingers over the note before realizing he still had his gloves on, pulling one off before running his fingers over it again, smiling to himself with a chuckle:: Ah, I’ll have to send her something nice in thanks..
((Why am I thinking St. Patrick’s day would be something mischievious like lephrechaun butt stamps in green? Even more dangerously so, if Mr. Tenk’s bum were used as a template for them.))
a mutter is heard echoing down a forgotten passageway deep inside the palisade wall……
“…2500…”
::shivers:: What’s that sensation of someone walking over my own grave..? Or is that this feeling people talk of of impending rent raising doom?
*Wakes up and finds an arrow stuck in the side of his boat.*
“What the ****?”
*Reads the letter.*
“I wonder if that girl is sweet on me.”
Cadmus, Darling, what girl ISN’T sweet on you? You’re the baddest boy in town and a snappy dresser to boot.
The Maestro makes his rounds on the Moon Base. As he checks to make sure the link with the aetheric portal generator is operating within regulations, he sees a blurred figure toss a brightly colored package through the portal. He opens it up, revealing a small stack of paper hearts inside. “Must be St. Valentine’s Day down there,” he thought. He then gathered up the stack to distribute them among the crew. “It sure is nice to get pckages from home.”
Notices a Temple pigeon staggering back and forth and smelling of rum. She undoes the scroll attached to the leg while the bird lets loose with a avian hiccup or two. “Oh, how nice of her to remember! I hope I can return the favor someday.”
Helio carefully crafts a note on embossed “HXL” letterhead, lightly scented with oil of apple blossom:
Dearest Girl of the Stars,
Our ruse is perfect. Everyone believed our tiffs and my tirades about you. No one suspects the depths of our torrid love affair! If they imagined the source of your new obsession with equines… But it will be our secret.
Meet you at the usual spot in the cellar of the new militia office. You bring the whip this time. Neigh!
– Your eternal love,
H.
A quick pop in the postal tube. He then “accidentally” leaves a second copy of the opened letter on top of the stack on the Brunel Hall front desk.
*looks up at the thunk on his airship door and slides it open, reads the note*
What is this???!! Some sort of mammalian treachery?!! it’s a trick I know it!! I’m not falling for this “Valett Times!!!” it’s probably some sort of poison that Star woman is planning on putting in my rum!
*Sits in the escapepod/diving bell trying to identify landmarks to figure out where he is and how to get back, hear’s a thunk on the hach, checks and finds a note*
wait….how did she find me here? and why didn’t she leave me a boat back to Babbage?!
*finds hers somehow pinned to her hat.*
How’d that get there? Must be a ninja!
He stepped out into the cold morning air for a moment, taking a deep breath as he scanned up and down the quiet street in the gut. As he turned to step back inside to open up the butcher shop for the day, he spotted the note pinned to his door with an arrow. “What the hell is this? A threat?” The arrow was gripped and yanked out, unfolding the note to read over it, letting out a snort. A pause as his eyes narrowed, “Shite, Bianca’s going to skin me alive for not sendin her somethin!” The note was used to blow his nose as he stepped back into the butcher shop, wadding it up and stuffing it in his pocket.