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[Fell is filming from his work studio and seems to have forgotten to take off his apron, which has various paint stains on it. He's also wearing a pair of round glasses which he doesn't normally wear.]

I feel like I haven't been around all that much lately and for that I am terribly sorry. I really ought to keep up with you all, but work has gotten rather busy and--well, no one wants to hear about work.

[Other things have gotten busy as well, but angels don't talk about that sort of thing on public networks except when they forget themselves and DO discuss it, but that'll probably take some demonic influence to happen again. And by influence I really just mean presence.]

However, speaking of art, I DID want to come here to let you know about a charity event happening October 14th, hosted by a friend of mine. It will be located at [a place in Manhattan that I'm not naming because I did indeed fall down that rabbit hole of trying to look for a real place and in an effort to get this post out this decade, we're handwaving the location.]

It's a small art event to benefit programs supporting art education for children in need.

For $35 per person, supplies and refreshments will be included and lessons provided, should you like to follow lessons (though that is entirely optional). Normally this sort of thing, this "Paint and Sip" is done with wine, but she would like it to be family friendly, and so refreshments will include only non-alcoholic beverages. Children are welcome, though an adult is required for anyone 16 and under.

All proceeds will go towards the charities and funding future such events. There will also be a small art auction.

I believe that is all. If anyone is interested, I heartily suggest you look into the link I've provided below [Pretend I have provided a link, please.] And if you have any questions, I'll be happy to forward them along to her for answers.

It should be very fun and I do hope some of you can make it! [He grins at the camera, nose wrinkling with delight, and then turns it off to post.]

[ooc: now obviously this is just a thing that is happening and is not like an event. So idk if there will be conflicts with an actual event next month. But characters don't know these things (I don't either, tbh) so. yes. I'll try to make a top level mid next month for this, assuming nothing ingame prevents it from happening.]

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I'll do anything. [and he would. He needed the intellectual stimulation]

[Private]

I go to sleep, they're there. I wake up, they're there. I feel like I'm being slowly smothered to death by a giant pillow.

Don't say that. I might take advantage of that. Have you do all the heavy lifting. Make you sit up there with a bowl of fruit as a life model.

[private]

Who? Your memories?

Naked?

[what kind of event is this]

[Private]

No. Them. Nevermind. Forget it. Just give me something to do for the love of god.

Absolutely not! Children will be present! I was thinking a funny hat.

Oh, I could get her to paint your face, make you look festive!

[private]

Anthony and your sister? But she's nice!

I'll hand out food.

[in other words, no and no]

[Private]

Then you take them. I give them both to you. Enjoy.

Oh, alright.

[well, he knew it was going to be no, but it was still fun to tease.]

[Private]

I appreciate it, but perhaps I'll just share them with you. Split custody. Don't really have space to keep them both myself.

In any case, I'll try not to let it go to my head that you find my company somehow preferable at the moment.

Let me know the details.

[Private]

Fine. I'll pick them up every other weekend. [a pause]

Does that mean we're divorced now? It's too bad I never got to taste your cooking. [a joke]

Of course. I'll bring a flyer-- [on the plane] --over to Anthony's later for you.

[Private]

[grins, nose wrinkling] Too bad indeed. Suppose you know what to do if you ever decide you do want to try it. I'm actually not so bad, I think. Granted, I haven't cooked all that much for--

...

Oh, it has been a while.

Thanks.

[Private]

Nah, don't worry about it. I won't like it and then you'll do that thing where you pretend you're not upset about something. I'm sure our mutual idiots would enjoy it though.

Any chance you could convince Ellie to go home?

No! I'm the nice one. If you don't want your sister here, you tell her to leave. I don't know what sort of impression I gave to make you think I would be suited to doing that sort of thing. Hmph.

And as for our "mutual idiots," they'd say they like it whether they did or not.

That's because Anthony is a lovesick idiot and Ellie has no tastebuds. I've tried telling her to piss off but she, like everyone else, thinks I need looking after. Apparently I'm still in bloody rompers to them.

[thanks, he hates it]

Have you considered making a bit of show of looking after yourself? Make it extraordinarily clear to them that you have this all handled and are quite willing and capable of keeping that up? Perhaps then they'd at least upgrade you from rompers to proper big boy trousers. Maybe even let you put them on all by yourself.

Cute. And I have. But their definitions are not mine. I was doing just fine on my own.

...But the longer El and I are here the less alone time you're going to have at the flat with mr snake skin trousers.

[its a cheap shot maybe but he hopes it works.]

You ought to get them a dictionary, then.

[A sigh and an irritated, unimpressed Look. And then, somewhat smugly:]

We'll think of something. We're creative.

Mm. [They would... and again he feels that peculiar twist in his gut which he deals with like a responsible adult and pretends it doesn't exist and it's fine]

I give up. [a sigh] No getting around it is there. It's just the way it's going to have to be. They'll regret it.

[To be fair, that can of worms YOU opened, Alec. You started it. That's how Fell justifies saying it in the first place.]

I don't know. Maybe it will be a wonderful bonding experience. Like...camping together! [A fun thing...in theory.] All of you squashed into a single space, forced to get along.

It would be cute.

Please don't go out of your way to make them regret it, though. They do love you, even if they're misguided in their efforts. And I know you love them.

[He looks down to rearrange his paintbrushes and pallet knife in place of straightening his clothing.]

What are you doing with your days lately? What I mean, is, I know you'd probably rather be anywhere else, and I'm sure you're busy in your own right...and you would have to contend with paint fumes and repetitive little noises, maybe my humming--but my work studio is mostly quiet...?

[he did, as he invariably does. And regretted it, which was also inevitable]

I hate camping. [his nose wrinkles] All the open air and bugs and fire and forced bonding. That's only good for comedy and drama, neither of which reflect real life, and it's more a pain in the ass than anything. I don't-- need that kind of love, you know? I never have. But they think I'm lonely and need someone to look after me. Maybe I prefer it. Maybe I prefer being by myself and making my own decisions even if they disagree with it.

Now if I try to get a drink I get two pairs of cow eyes in my direction.

[he runs a hand through his hair]

Eh. I might drop by from time to time but I don't want to put you out and anyway I'd have nothing to do but sit on my hands. I don't really get art.

[He can't disagree about camping, but...still.]

Well. I can't fault them for that. [About the drinking.]

But no, I didn't expect you to appreciate the art or help. The whole process--it's all very tedious and I think it might put you to sleep if you tried to pay any attention to it.

No, I thought you might find time to read, play on your phone, do whatever other quiet, non-bothersome activities you like. I understand you enjoy mysteries; I could bring a few from home. I wasn't asking for company of help, Alec. I was offering you a bit of sanctuary.

I'd rather meet in a library if you want to read mysteries. [a pause] What kind of mysteries? Who by.

Oh, I don't know. Agatha Christie, a few le Carré and Chandler. Of course some Dashiell Hammett. I like the whole theater of the classic detective novel. Doyle, of course. Would be a poor mystery fan without Sherlock Holmes on the shelf. What's his name, who wrote Woman in White--Wilkie Collins. I mostly go to the library these days--I'm running out of space in the flat.

If action suspense is more your thing, I might have a Jack Reacher book, but I make no promises.

Read all of those. Haven't tried Reacher but suspense is garbage. [he narrowed his eyes shrewdly] Poirot or Marple?

They're so different! How can you make me choose! It's like apples and oranges. You're awful, absolutely awful.

Marple.

That's what I thought, Grandmother. [now it was his turn to look smug] Make sure you wear a shawl now and mind you don't poke yourself with your knitting needles.

I should poke YOU with knitting needles.

[that makes him laugh] You're welcome to try. On the other hand you might succeed. I'd say I'd outrun you but that can't end well.

[the smile faded a little.]

Do you know, it's funny, the happiest I remember being is in a life I've never lived.

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