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[lacecase]

Oh, hi! Thanks for calling!

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Voice; un: theadministrator

[fingeronthebutton]

Ginger, this is Elias.

I apologize if this is perhaps too bold but I was wondering if you would be interested in joining me for dinner?

voice;

[lacecase]

[Too bold? More like, can't sign my soul over to the devil fast enough!]

Elias, hello! It's so nice to hear from you again--gosh, that would be just, just swell! I'd love to!

gift delivery: 12/20

[compellingstatement]

[On the 20th, Ginger will find a wrapped, unmarked package outside her shop door waiting for her. It contains a mini-homemade ice cream maker machine and nothing else. Merry Christmas! Make your own ice cream and don't drag people out to it.]

[lacecase]

[I'm personally glad that this is like really sweet but also the most passive aggressive gift ever. She just thinks it's really cute.]

Christmas Delivery

[fingeronthebutton]

[There is a beautifully wrapped gift waiting for her on her front step. It's marked as being from Elias so that won't be a mystery. Inside will be a beautiful necklace as well as a little note.]

Dearest Ginger,

I hope you will accept this token of my affection. I admit I have become fond of you rather quickly and it warms my heart that you accept my feelings so freely. Though I have to work tonight I would like to have a dinner with you soon if you will have me.

Yours truly,

Elias Bouchard

Happy Holidays

[everyinch]

Victor had asked for something very specific in his stocking. The same thing, three times. Technically he had gotten it though. Kind of. A singular bullet was a bullet, and yet for him that was enough when he realized just what bullet it is.

The same one he had left for Don Falcone when he'd lost the one boss he had wholly and truly respected. At least the only until Ginger.

So he'd talked to someone, had it strung on a silver chain. Wrapped in pink paper and then left it on the kitchen counter for her to find while he lounges about the house, cleaning his guns, and the house.

[lacecase]

When Ginger finds the package on the counter, she was just bouncing her way to get a drink--something festive, maybe! She pauses, sure it must be for her with the paper being the color that it is, and he'll be able to hear her gasp as she unwraps it.

Truthfully speaking, a bullet for a necklace isn't her style. And, of course, she doesn't really know the significance. But none of that really matters, because what does matter is she got a present that clearly came from the heart. This is just so, so thoughtful!

"Victor!"

She's all but coming at him, keen on swinging her arms around him and giving him a kiss.

"This is just so sweet of you--will you help me put it on?"

action (a few days before christmas)

[craftylikea]

[It's the tail end of normal business hours when Lyall steps through the doors of the Little Zipper. He has a fairly broad-brimmed hat and an overcoat on, though he takes the former off after he's inside.]

Ms...Ginger?

[Why do so few people provide their full (and last) names in this city?]

[lacecase]

Oh! Hello! Please, come in!

[Ginger comes around from behind her desk, extending a welcoming hand.]

Ginger Hale—an absolute treat to have you here today! What can I do for you? Shall I take your hat? Would you like a cup of tea or coffee?

[lovingvambrace]

( text | un: lilith )

[sathan]

Ms Hale? My name is Lilith. I believe Mr Lyall spoke with you regarding an order for me?

[lacecase]

Lilith! Yes, hello!! So happy to hear from you. :) Let me know if there are any questions I can answer for you, and in the meantime you're free to come over to The Little Zipper whenever you'd like to get started!

un: thearchivist; text

[compellingstatement]

Ginger, I think we ought to have a talk about Elias.
Preferably in-person.

[Elias is going to see this conversation, anyway. He might as well make it so that he can properly convey his emotions about the situation to Ginger.]

[lacecase]

[Do they? Ginger can't particularly imagine why...though that run-in on Valentine's Day was a bit awkward. That's got to be what this is about.]

Sure thing! My door's always open, unless you'd rather meet up somewhere else. :)

Voicemail, probably left in the dead of night, mmmmaybe backdated a little if it's cool w/ you?

[ewwww]

Ginger! Ginger Hale, right? Allow me to introduce myself: my name is Roman Sionis. I spoke with your Submissive, Victor, and he told me you have a little custom-made clothing operation? I'd love to meet up and see some of your work. I've had such trouble finding anything stylish around here.

Being a-- [He wrinkles his nose, but tries to keep his tone pleasant.] --Submissive myself, I don't have much in the way of payment at the moment, but I'm sure we can work something out. Give me a call when you're free, and let's have a chat, 'kay?

totally cool with backdating!

[lacecase]

[When Ginger wakes up, she responds to the message as soon as she can, her voice more than a little bubbly.]

Roman? Hi! Oh my goodness, I'm so glad you called! Victor is just so sweet to pass word along. Please feel free to come along to my shop any time, I'm there near every day! And don't even worry about payment. I think it's just, like, so awful about the submissive thing, so I only really charge dominants.

text; un: superbia

[prideinbattle]

Hi I'm Hiling, a friend of Ed's. I was telling him that I was looking to make more friends and he said that we might get along. Also that you were very kind.

un: gingersnap

[lacecase]

Omg!! Well, any friend of Ed's is a friend of mine! :) He's so sweet to send you my way and to say such a nice thing. I'm really nothing special, but I'm happy to meet you, Hiling!

text; un: the_penguin

[paxpenguina]

Ms. Hale.

I regret I have been somewhat tardy in contacting you as I said I would--you know how things are here, barely room to breathe at times.

In any case, I had hoped to be in touch about more potentially lucrative and engaging matters, however on this occasion I wished to share condolences of a sort. And gratitude.

In short, I know you and Victor were close and I appreciate all you were able to offer him here. I cannot imagine this is an easy time for you.

[lacecase]

Oh, hun, don't even think about it. We're all busy people, and especially with a business like yours, I can just imagine.

[But he guessed right--she's not in a huge mind to talk about business at the moment. It won't take long: working is always her outlet. The busier she keeps, the less room there is to focus on the things that put her down.]

I'm so glad to hear from you. Ed assures me that Victor's definitely happier back home, so I'm trying to look on the bright side of things. I just know I'm really going to miss him. Victor was always so sweet to me.

text | un: a.fool

[bestofall]

For what it's worth, I don't think your clothing designs were appalling at all.

[He's never actually seen her clothing designs, but still.]

And Little Zipper is a much more charming name for a shop anyway.

[lacecase]

[It isn't a message she expects to receive, but definitely one that she needs, in the moment.]

Aww! Well, thank you, sweetheart. I'd put a lot of time into thinking it all up. I know everyone has their own taste but I have to be honest, it was definitely hard to hear people celebrating my work getting destroyed.

I'm really going to miss it there.

text; un: sultan

[sendsregards]

There is a young woman who is interested in a job. Her name is Sansa Stark and she appears to have experience as a seamstress and embroidery.

She is willing to bring her work to the shop and let you see for yourself.

so sorry for the wait!

[lacecase]

That's such a beautiful name! I'd absolutely love it if she came by. Maybe the three of us can sit down together and get to know each other. The more the merrier, I think!

delivery

[legellely]

A delicate pink box is left for Ginger, her name written neatly on the tag in script. Once opened, the inside contains a deck of cards and four chocolate chip cookies. There is a card inside that when opened, will sprinkle the reader with pink confetti and, in the same handwriting as the tag reads:

Ginger,
I hope you're well! Please enjoy the cookies and cards. Cookies make any day a little sweeter and everyone can find something fun to do with cards!
Take Care,
Elle Woods

delivery!

[legellely]

A bright red box with a silver ribbon is delivered to Ginger. Inside are pink snowflake sugar cookies and a fun selfie. The back of the picture reads:

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! Thank you for being amazing! 💗 Elle

text; un:deepthroat

[kimmish]

You know, I seem to remember you promising to make me scream myself hoarse. Not to mention sore enough to feel it for days.
When might I expect to collect on that?

[lacecase]

[Oh! Well...this certainly is a message to receive.]

I think I'd remember making someone a promise like that! Oh, dear, I think you might have the wrong inbox...but I sure am jealous of whoever you meant this for. ;)

un: darkhalf, text

[fearofeverything]

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un: jetsam | text

[terrariums]

Hello, Miss Ginger. I was hoping that you would have some time for me to bother you with a sewing project. Naturally, you will be compensated appropriately.

[lacecase]

Jade, sweetheart! You know I always always have time for you, and it's never a bother at all!

[His delightful company is all the payment she needs, yadda yadda.]

Whatcha thinking? :)