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[abracadont]

You've reached Dr. Stephen Strange.

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Forward Dated to 11/10

[hungerneverfed]

Dear Dr. Strange,

Given the tenor of our first meeting and a desire to be honest with you, I feel it is my duty to inform you that I attacked and fed on a young woman some few hours ago. Simply put, instinct overwhelmed my conscious thoughts. I have not had access to rats as I have been feeding on in the Down and have not eaten since we stepped aboard this wretched ship. This is not a situation I have previously encountered.

I do not know who the woman is, but she is a Dominant and perhaps 16 or 17, has blonde hair and blue eyes, and was dressed in a hooded coat. She was, understandably, reluctant to allow me to examine and assist her after I regained my wits. I would still like to see she receives the appropriate medical attention. She appeared to heal rapidly from the wounds I inflicted on her, but I do not know at what cost to her body.

My hunger has abated to a manageable level once more, but as a precaution, I have locked myself into Room D14 for the remainder of the voyage and done what I can to bar the door. I would beg you to find this young woman and ensure that her body, at least, is not wholly compromised for my mistreatment.

Regards,
Dr. Jonathan Reid

[abracadont]

I'll deal with you after I've determined the condition of your victim.

gift delivery; 12/25

[hungerneverfed]

[Jonathan had thought long and hard about actually giving anything to Stephen. But in the end, he does owe the man a debt of gratitude, even if they clash. There is a package left at his residence. It contains three vials, each labeled:

- Treatment for Headache
- Treatment for Migraine
- Treatment for Neuralgia

There is also a note with the list of ingredients for each. They have been updated from the original mixtures he'd offered to Stephen and now include medications that are more common with modern times. Albeit mixed particularly for Jonathan's purposes.]

Dr. Strange,

My apologies for my extraordinary behavior on Patara. I was not myself. Please find three of my treatments, enhanced with my new understanding of modern medicine. I hope they may prove to be of some use to you or the people you may know.

- Dr. Reid

[abracadont]

[Neuralgia, is he making some kind of statement with that? Or saying that Stephen gives people headaches and migraines?

Still, he's grudgingly impressed by the changes in the ingredients list, all the more so because he wasn't the one to guide Jonathan through the process of updating his methods. He sends back a letter with a pressed leaf from one of his trees, a hasty gift in light of the fact that he hadn't bothered to do any gift shopping whatsoever in Patara, let alone for someone he doesn't consider a friend.

Not that he has any friends anyway.]

Dr. Reid,

Many of us were not entirely ourselves. I prefer not to speak of it. Your treatments have advanced to the point that their administration to a patient would not be disastrous.

How much work is to be had at the Haven?

Dr. Strange

[Absent is any explanation of the leaf, but when one touches it there's a faint but discernible feeling of warmth and comfort--Stephen charged the thing with positive energy. It'll dissipate within a week or two.]

hacking misfire

[whatsina_name]

[At some point, Stephen will get a picture on his phone from Phillip. But it's probably not at all what he would expect to get from the teenager.

The woman in the picture is definitely not immediately identifiable as Phillip, lacking the orange feathered earring that is usually the only way people manage to tie the two forms together. The camera is held a bit up above her, clearly intended to get a good shot of the lingerie she's decked out in, her long black hair brushed over her shoulders and her bright blue eyes glinting mischievously at the camera.]

[abracadont]

[This is...awkward, to say the least. It's not that Stephen doesn't like what he sees, far from it; the problem is that he's just been sent a lingerie picture of a stranger who doesn't look legal.]

I really shouldn't have to tell you not to forward your girlfriend's photos, Phillip.

another hacking misfire

[goldrighthand]

[So, Stephen- you probably recognize the man in the picture. The fact that he's splayed out on a bed, completely naked, and looking utterly debauched, well, may not be so familiar. There's even a sex-dumb smile on his face.

There may be a bit of white something on his submissive mark as well.

(You can probably guess what that is.)

Oh, look, there's also some text-]

I like how this one came out.

[abracadont]

[Who is this how did they get his number, who is actually fucking his duplicate when his duplicate has made it very clear he's a top, what is this--]

I believe you have the wrong Stephen Strange

post-dated to 1/21; hacked

[ecchymosis]

ability: sensory perception manipulation.
current limits: unknown.
other capabilities: tech training, surveillance.
current partner: present locally.

[ that's the message, no context provided. ]

[abracadont]

Is this a resume, or...?

Misfire; handle: cehdra

[stabbersinyerfambles]

Sending file...
Loading...
Loaded!

[abracadont]

That's a good shot.

text, SH. during the plot -

[heterodoxy]

Willing to donate a semen sample? It's for science. 😘🔬

[abracadont]

I prefer to keep tight control on my bodily fluids, but thank you for thinking of me.

Did you ever make it to the Haven?

[dupemods]

❝

DUPLICITY CITATION No. 05079 May 27, 2019 Violation: Intentional subversion of S.L.U.T protocols, endangering lives. Fine: Attend immediate rehabilitation at the Sexual Liberation Unblocking Treatment. You have 24 hours to check in at the S.L.U.T Center or a warrant will be issued for your arrest and remittance to the above named facility.

❞

[duplicitymods]

❝

DUPLICITY CITATION Violation: Unlawful action between Dominant and Submissive Fine: Kink performed in public or displayed live through a broadcasting system. Payments must be received within 24 hours, or debts will be handed over to the Remittance Facility.

❞

Voice | un: Mistress Blackberry

[fuckinabucket]

Steven darling, I have... a bit of an awkward problem that I was hoping you'd be willing to help me with?

Honestly I'm really embarrassed about the whole thing

If you're not too busy, maybe I can take you out for drinks or something to eat, and we can have a little chat?

I would really appreciate it

[ She's using that sweetly imploring voice, unassuming and respectful, despite the whole.... dom/sub nonsense.]

voice | un: alakazam | I'm so sorry this took so long for me to get to!

[abracadont]

[--Oh, that voice does exactly what it's meant to.]

I'm sure there's nothing to be embarrassed about. One way or another, I've seen just about everything. Where are you; where would you like to meet?

un: parkerp • text • 29/09

[awesomeee]

Hey!
This is Peter
Parker
It's also a group text, so sorry if it sounds kind of impersonal
I just wanna reach out to as many people as I can

Anyway

Things are getting pretty bad and I have Gwen's place to myself
It's really big and there's loads of beds, so if anyone wants to come stay here for a while (or even just rest up here for a while) then you're welcome here
I've got supplies here, food, first aid stuff
I just want people to be safe

( He links the address here. )

I'm usually around in the day
I'll be out doing supply runs and stuff at night, so just hang around if I'm not home and there's no one to let you in

And if you don't wanna come stay but you end up feeling like you might be in trouble, just text me if you can
This is probably gonna sound weird, but just trust me
I know someone who can help

( Alexa play "Theme" (from Spider-Man) ... )

un: Alakazam | audio

[abracadont]

Just how big is Gwen's place? And where's Gwen, for that matter?

[Does he know Gwen? He thinks he knows which Gwen this would be even if he hasn't met her here....]

Let your friends list know my place is open to refugees as well. You know more than one someone who can help.

text.

[sorserer]

I heard you ate your feelings.

Re: text.

[abracadont]

You're back

Action (Oct 8, mid dark war)

[cryfrustration]

[It's sometime just before dawn when Vrenille finally manages to make his way to Stephen's manor house. He hasn't been here before, but he'd heard enough in the past months to know the location, know that Hakkyuu had helped Stephen back here, know that even with the aftermath of everything that happened in hell--happened with Mr. Misery--or maybe because of it...this is a place he can come for shelter, at least, if not solace.

He shows up on Stephen's doorstep pretty much ready to collapse, bloody and exhausted, simply in need of somewhere safe, a place to rest, recover, and regroup. Slumping against the door frame, he pounds weakly on the door with the flat of his palm before it occurs to him to try and ring the bell. By the time he's done, even that act feels like too much strain to repeat though, so he reckons maybe he'll just...sit here...on the stoop for a moment, maybe close his eyes while he waits.

Hopefully someone will come soon.]

[abracadont]

[The thump on the door doesn't reach Stephen's ears, but it does set off reverberations through the magical ward he's set up to alert him to intruders. By the time he hears the bell he's already putting out feelers--it could be another trick, akin to the last time someone came to his front door, but Stephen has always considered his home a sanctuary for those in need.

There's a faint tap-tap-tap from inside the house, growing closer. Then a pulse of light over the door as a magical barrier falls into place over it, allowing Stephen to open the physical door--and immediately drop that barrier when he recognizes the aura of the man slumped on the step and smells the blood on him.]

Vrenille?!

[He stoops, reaching out with the hand not occupied by a blind man's cane. If he can find an arm or shoulder he'll follow it to where his fingers can seek out a pulse.]

[fuckinabucket]

[ She never really meant to miss Christmas. Not that she wanted to throw a giant masquerade or anything-- but maybe do something nice for her friends, at least. So when Duplicity's culture declares it yet again the season for gift giving, she decides to take advantage.

Stephen's gift is packed neatly into a slick black box. Inside, there's three small bottles, each containing a different kind of cologne. The scents are all distinctly different, subtle but lingering; one faintly rich and sweet, one like smoke and stone, and the last like tundra, pine and the slightest hint of something like spicy cinnamon. And just in case none of that is to his taste, she's also ordered a box of cherry-brandy chocolates to be included as well, along side a bottle of pricey, exquisite champagne. Once she knows the gift has been delivered, she makes sure to promptly deliver a voice message. ]

Hello Stephen! it's been too long~

So, I'm already awful at giving gifts but apparently I'm also a glutton for punishment. Because I decided that this time, maybe I ought to make all my gifts. A brilliant, awful idea, so I added one or two extras, just in case you didn't like anything I brewed. Do let me know if any of it's to your taste.

And do have a lovely evening won't you, for me? [ a bright elvish laugh ] See you soon, I'm sure. [ And the sound of blowing a kiss.

Sally, like many people in the city, is yet unaware of the horrible mix up, that added a few 'bonus' gifts in addition to those she sent: fuzzy hand cuffs, and whatever the fuck this is, or this ]

[abracadont]

[To a blind man, the colognes are a delightful gift to engage one of his remaining senses, the chocolates and the champagne two others--even if it feels like the shoe's on the wrong foot for him to be on the receiving end when all he's ever sent out to friends and those he cares about in Duplicity are leaves or shabby bits of paper imbued with positive energy--Sally may well have gotten one of those from him at Christmastime, come to speak of it.

And to a blind man, the duck is...puzzling in the hint of something just a bit wrong in the shape of it. The plug is a little more obvious in its purpose, which leaves him struggling for an hour or two regarding how exactly he's meant to respond to the suggestion it surely communicates. It's a while longer before she gets a reply to her voicemail.]

I'm flattered--the craftsmanship is impressive. I must say I'm not much of a man for tails, though.