Owen[B]: I look away for five seconds… Penelope, we have your back. If you need me out there, I can help. PM me.
Tandy[B]ear: I liked Lola.
ChloMo[D]afk: Wait, what happened?
ChloMo[D]afk renamed themselves to ChloMo[D]
Mags: Blake Thorburn, the Thorburn Bogeyman, took over Lolas computer. We’re still confirming Lola is okay.
ThorburnBogeyman: I’m not the fastest typer. Hands are odd, too. I can’t answer questions as fast as you ask them. I’m going to cut to the chase. There is a fire at Hillsglade House. I lkeft there and ran into Duchamps. Joyce Duchamp as well as Gail Duchamp. Gail Duchamp’s husband is now dead.
ThorburnBogeyman: I don’t get the impression it was much of a loss. It seemed almost a relief.
Lea[D]: I don’t know that end of the family that well.
ThorburnBogeyman: I don’t know if I should be touched at Owen’s offer of help despite family lines or offended that he thinks its mneeded. Lola is fine.
Penny[D]: Kin of the Ogre Magi.
ThorburnBogeyman: Yeah, them.
Penny[D]: They weren’t the only ones you killed.
ThorburnBogeyman: A necromancer and a woman named Jan also died.
Owen[B]: Holy shit.
Tandy[B]ear: Why? What did they do to you?
Penny[D]: Maybe we should have put you down.
ThorburnBogeyman: Maybe?
Craig[B]: Just got Ainsley on the phone. Filling her in.
ThorburnBogeyman: Does that ‘maybe’ mean you’re not sure, Penelope? This is important.
Penny[D]: Janet was a relative.
Lea[D]: Which? Who’s Janet?
Penny[D]: Cousin of ours, once removed.
ChloMo[D]: I knew Janet. She made the best fucking cookies, when I first met her. I friended her online, but she started spamming my email with these weekly newsletter things about her and her cats and her kid.
ThorburnBogeyman: Jan wasn’t my call.
Mags: What’s going on, Blake?
ThorburnBogeyman: things are changing. We knew people would get hurt. the duchamp family lost power, and I’m wondering if they would be willing to lose more.
Owen[B]: IMing you, Penny.
ThorburnBogeyman: But this isnm’t my medium. I’m getting l;ost in the jumble of words.
ChloMo[D]: I had to unfriend her. Hated doing it. She seemed lonely. Not her fault her husband was a douchenozzle.
Else[B]: We have to hold onto our family ties.
ThorburnBogeyman: No you don’t. Penelope is exactly right. There’s a time limit if we’re going to change anything. By dawn, something will be decided about the fight for Jacob’s Bell. You have a window of opportunity.
Penny[D]: Don’t put words into my mouth.
Penny[D]: I stand by my family.
Penny[D]: Thick or thin.
ThorburnBogeyman: you stand by the ones who intend to marry you and your cousins off? To necromancers and ogre magi and guys named Spikedick? Or to the girls who may have their lives ruined?
Penny[D]: the deals I was asking for were for truce, to keep this council intact and preserving it.
Penny[D]: Both the older ones and the young ones.
Penny[D]: That’s family. You don’t pick and choose family.
Owen[B]: What do you want, Thorburn?
Penny[D] has renamed ThorburnBogeyman to [Th]Bogeyman
Penny[D] has renamed ThorburnBogeyman to [Th]Blake
Penny[D]: There. Better. Name was stretching my tablet window.
Penny[D]: I second Owen’s question.
[Th]Blake: I want to make a proposal.
Penny[D]: You want to manipulate us, the weakest link, while things are at their most critical.
[Th]Blake: I’m not here to manipulate you or play games. I want things to change, and I don’t think letting this fight for the lordship continue as is is something that will make anything change. I think you’re deluding yourselves in this
Owen[B]: You don’t know anything.
[Th]Blake: I know more than you’d think. The Lord will get picked, and the city will run much as it did. Only bigger. Worse. If I was in your shoes, I would be terrified of the idea of the lordship being decided in your familys favor.
Craig[B]: maybe if i was a duchamp
Owen[B]: Terrified? No. You haven’t been part of this for nearly long enough to know what’s going on.
[Th]Blake: I won’t say I’m objective, but a fresh set of eyes can’t help?
Penny[D]: No. You’re inventing a problem for us to solve.
Penny[D]: We didn’t ask for a fresh set of eyes.
Lea[D]: Or help.
Penny[D]: Or help.
Craig[B]: especially help from someone whose an avowed murderer
Owen[B]: A fresh set of eyes isn’t a share of what we deal with is older than the printing press.
[Th]Blake: Isnm’t that the logic your parents use to justify manipulating you, Owen?
Owen[B]: You’re twisting my words around. I thought you weren’t here to manipulate.
Tandy[B]ear: yea sorta
Tandy[B]ear: the parental logic I mean
Dolores2[D] has joined JBJC [Sunrise at 7:12]
Lea[D]: There we go.
Penny[D]: Lola is on her phone. Situation confirmed, she is safe. Her mother is bound by her own word. Gail is standing by with Jessie safe in bed and unaware.
Dolores2[D]: I’ve been reading over the bogeyman’s shoulder. Thanks for worrying about me. My phone was co-opted