Moving in

[tamaratalk]

All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go -- but I'm not leaving on any jet planes. No, I'm movin' on up, as the saying goes. Upstairs at The Requiem, to be precise. Leaving behind the last remains of my old life and starting over again. Michael'd sent Andrew over to help me haul stuff as penance for his monkey-summoning -- and I think Andrew was

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[secret_survivor]

Now that Tamara's moving in, it brings to mind the question -- namely, of her pay scale. Andrew's been complaining about that nearly constantly ever since he heard that I'd agreed to let Tamara move into my accommodations, and even my pointing out that it would add additional security to the place, and that we wouldn't have to give her a full cut of business operations or other increase to her pay scale, didn't satisfy his petty little ways. Then again, I think he's mostly worried that now that there'll be a girl around, it'll be harder to swagger and say stupid guy things and talk about going out to the Sevens and Aces (and by the way, I have to admit that it's an interesting name for a strip club

[tamaratalk]

"What was that?" I asked, making a big show of not hearing what he'd said. "Oh, you're going to give me a hand? Thanks, that'd be nice of you."

I grinned a bit.

[secret_survivor]

"Only if I get to take anything that looks good." I chuckled mildly. "No, seriously... honestly, I don't know where you're planning on putting half of that, or else I'd consider being helpful. As it is, I'd likely store your underwear somewhere where you'd never find it again."

[tamaratalk]

"Well, I feel a bit guilty inserting all this stuff into your life," I admitted. "I don't know what you want moved and not moved, like if you mind my books being on your shelf and my socks in your drawer..."

[jon_levinson]

"Um, what do you want me to move? I'm not really good with the heavy stuff, and I've got asthm..." I stopped, and looked around her current place. Well, I guess we're all a little twisted. I shrugged and went on, as we all have our demons.

"I can order pizza, or I can use magic to make the boxes lighter, or lots of stuff. What would you like?" I smiled at her and Michael, and hoped Andrew felt better with me here. After all, we were all friends, weren't we?

"Did you drop this?" On the floor, near the door, was an envelope.

I picked it up Tamara Kennedy Walsh.

"Tam, this has your name on it, kinda, but the last name is wrong."

[tamaratalk]

I smiled at Jon- he's so nice. "Pizza would be great, thanks..."

"Did you drop this?"

Jon was holding an envelope. I went over to investigate.

"Tam, this has your name on it, kinda, but the last name is wrong."

I froze up, my hand trembling slightly as I reached for it. "No... they got it right. Too right."

I hastily tore it open. Who would still know me by that last name? And why would they contact me now?

r

[prof_walsh]

"To my dearest daughter and only relative...."

Re: r

[tamaratalk]

This isn't funny.. this isn't funny at all.

It even looked like her handrwriting. But... how could it be?

No way it could be.. no way...

Tears started to blur my vision, but I read on.