[Filtered Against Known DELILAH Members || Unhackable]The Network is astonishingly full of absolutely nothing today. It's a veritable inundation of uselessness. And yet, I feel as though I've being made privy to certain bits of information I ought not to know, even though none of it seems to matter especially much. Really, even scandal gets tiresome after a little while. Especially when one has to doubt if it's true.
I think, given the nature of the information and the informants, that this must be, yet again, another curse. I wonder if any of the stories are true at all. Most rumour has some grain of truth in it, but some things I've heard today must be outright fabrications.
It's so appallingly simple to write off every peculiarity as a curse. I've said it before, but every time another curse comes around, I become very nearly superstitious: I've taken to asking myself whether there might be a curse whenever anything goes wrong. I suppose that's the effect of the City, once one becomes accustomed to the idea of curses at all.
Still, I feel certain that all this news, given the amount and the nature of it, must be a curse.
After all, in most instances, no one even knows who it is who's set this news loose on the Network. I wouldn't believe it. And no rumours of any use either--say, for instance, our murderer who seems fond of bastardising Shakespeare on the Network.
I suppose it's original, but I think I almost expect each new bit of it that appears to begin with 'Dear Boss'.
Really, reading the Network today is rather like listening to a lot of tedious gossip where some high-born lady's best friend dares to whisper that she knows some scandalous secret about the hostess of the evening--and she has proof of it too. And, of course, when she purposefully accidentally tells it, it's tiresome and mundane and doubtful at best. We were all quite excited to hear what she said to say, especially if it was ruinous, but that proof seems as substantial as shadow. A torn hem is no proof itself.
But, as I think about it, I almost miss the gossip I was so accustomed to, tedious or not. After all this time, I almost think I should.
Really, and I do hate to admit it, I did enjoy gossip. For all I'd seethe over the parties the
nouveau riche would give, for all I'd sneer at the jealousy and maneuverings of the aristocracy, for all I loved being introduced and seeing everyone around me take half a step back, and for all I savoured knowing I too was being talked about behind fans and on shadowy terraces--and in tales much more interesting than those told of the hostess--I think we all enjoyed a good scandal now and then. Having been involved in a few, I know I certainly did. I suppose, arguably, lending an ear to such tales served me well on more than a few occasions. But so often it was just tales. And if the teller was playing coy, it could be amusing to try and coax it out of her.
By the way, to all those who left so many ostensibly compromising photographs around on the Network: it's much easier to believe that they're truly photographs of the people we're told that they are if one can actually
see that it's them.
It does help us to believe the tales you tell then.
~C.
[//end filter][ooc: I'm sure there's something scandalous about Cain out on the Network today. For example, a brief fling with a vampire, an ongoing affair with his butler(!), suspicion of murder(!!), or evening smooches in Xanadu with a certain princess(!!!). Or whatever your heart might desire. I'm game for any rumor or idea. I'm totally serious.] 
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