Text; Anonymous

[allinhishands]

How nice that we can all celebrate in this place.

Through dance.

Through love.

Through friendship.

In the darkest times we might find the light and in the storms we might find the calm that follows.

Let us see how long it lasts before chaos reigns again.

Sincerely,

M.O.C.

Comments

[mortemscintilla]

Is something bad going to happen?

[ Doot doot. ]

And what do you mean by 'again'?

[allinhishands]

Again implies a past event.

[mortemscintilla]

Yes.

But what?

[ Rhetorical question. He's already checked past entries on the Shakespeare Murders. ]

[allinhishands]

A little research should reveal the answer.

[mortemscintilla]

Um. Okay.

...What's M.O.C mean?

[allinhishands]

Can you guess?

[mortemscintilla]

I ... don't know.

Model Of Chaos Care? My Own Creation? Marmalade On Crumpets?

[allinhishands]

[So glad this is text because he's laughing at you, Hei.]

No.

[mortemscintilla]

[ Good. Always leave them laughing. ]

Do I get a hint?

[allinhishands]

The name is a hint.

[mortemscintilla]

But it's not a very good one.

[allinhishands]

Better than you realize.

[mortemscintilla]

So do I call you Mr. or Ms. M.O.C.?

[allinhishands]

What do you believe is correct?

[mortemscintilla]

I don't know. You could be either one.

[ Queasy. ]

You aren't both, are you?

[allinhishands]

It's always possible.

[mortemscintilla]

But is it a fact with you?

[allinhishands]

Do you enjoy continuing to ask questions where you are not likely to achieve an answer?

[mortemscintilla]

[ Yes. ]

You make it sound like you're upto something sinister.

[allinhishands]

Do I?

[mortemscintilla]

Slightly, yes.

[ More like a lot. ]

[allinhishands]

What will you do?

[mortemscintilla]

[ Nothing, unless he's directly threatened. Hei dun curr. ]

Hope it's not true?

[allinhishands]

There is little point in asking then.

[mortemscintilla]

It is true then?