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[ so about like five or so hours after Dorian & Mark's conversation, he just sends Mark a text that's 100% just recommendations. ]

Important books: The Importance of Being Earnest, Oscar Wilde. Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Lord Byron. Dracula, Bram Stoker. Anything by William Shakespeare, though I prefer Hamlet. Whatever John Keats poetry you can get your hands on. A note: Stoker's wrong about some aspects of vampirism but it's still a damn good read.

Books that I like that most people know nothing about: À rebours, Joris-Karl Huysmans. Manon Lescaut, Abbé Prévost. Mademoiselle de Maupin, Théophile Gautier. I'm sure you can find a decent translation somewhere. Otherwise, I hope you speak French!

Music: apologies in advance, this is all over the place. Everyone will tell you to listen to the Beatles but honestly, the Rolling Stones are better. The Beatles only are good near the middle of their run, early Beatles and late Beatles are absolute shit. Other good bands of note are the Kinks, the Who, Tom Jones, Dusty Springfield, and the Yardbirds. I've also got a slight soft spot for the 1980s, especially Talking Heads, Adam & the Ants and (don't laugh!) Culture Club. If you care to dip into opera, Wagner's Tannhauser is a classic.

Finally, I hope you have enough time to listen to this!

[ because attached to the text is a link to a knockoff spotify playlist that's just like the greatest hits of every band that Dorian rambled about as well as just some various 1960s and 1980s one-hit wonders, all exceedingly mod/British invasion or kind of ridiculous 1980s post-punk. ]

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failureisntachoice

[ She's just getting right to the point. ]

You got that portfolio made yet?

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brushoff

on break, using abbreviations bc too many long names

- Talked with Greg Vorthys, didn't mention you, played it off as me being nosy. G was obviously lying throughout, didn't give full story, which only makes me wonder what's really going on. Definitely more with G, Naismith and Lucifer than meets the eye, don't know specifics. Can bother L himself if you wish.
- According to G, N is persuasive and talked his way to the admiral position. Described as very moral, very Icarus. G implied that if N made deal with L it would be for fame. Could possibly work with this if needed, as I am very famous and know people with tv shows. I believe there's a grain of truth but also that G is lying out of his ass wrt most of what happened. Damned good at talking w/out saying anything.
- N is a clone. Clone of some person named Miles Vorkosigan? (sp?) Other V family members here, shall check them out later. Got into metaphysics of clones it was WEIRD. You're falling headfirst into sci-fi bullshit, out of my wheelhouse. I'm more gothic bullshit.
- implied that N wouldn't take it well if I implied clones were lesser? obvs means I'm going to do it, perfectly fine getting punched if you want more info.

On another note, G likes sweet drinks. Order him gimlets or a long island iced tea if you're ever at a bar with him, they're sweet drinks w/killer alcohol content.

xoxo Dorian

From:

angelfire

You and I are going to talk. In person. Decide on a meeting place, and make it somewhere private. I don't want to be overheard.

From:

use_everything

[There is a message on the clones' answering service that is possibly the last one he ever wanted. There was no mistaking the peculiarly rasped baritone, nor the command in the businesslike tone, even if Peter hadn't studied it.]

Mr. Kane, I require your attention this afternoon. Please call back promptly.

From:

wizzardly

[Mark probably isn't used to hearing delight aimed his way.]

It worked! You were right, it really did!

From:

keep_nothing

[ At some point after he starts working with Gregor and taking on the Dendarii finances, Mark gets a text message: ]

Hi Peter, you up for lunch today?

From:

baetiful

Greetings, Kane. Have you been well?

From:

wizzardly

Did you make it out all right?

From:

overanalytically

Lord Mark, this is Commander Spock. I am hereby submitting a requisition for additional funds in order to obtain equipment for the purpose of replicating medical materials by request of Lord Vorkosigan and Emperor Vorbarra. As this request may be limited by a possible deadline, I will expect a prompt reply. Should you desire, I can provide additional information. Thank you.

From:

whathawksdo

[ She has apologies to make, ok, so he's another person getting an awkward voicemail. ]

So, Mark. Hi. Hawke here. [ She's bad at these. Give her a second. ] I just wanted to let you know I'm not... that... anymore. I'm sorry. I'm fairly certain I was rude to you and you didn't deserve it. Just thought you might want to know.

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baetiful

[ A fancy package arrives for Mark with an attached envelope sealed by a wax mockingbird sigil. The letter itself is penned in fancy cursive: ]

I am not quite certain how I should address you, so for the sake of not causing discomfort, I will leave that up to you to tell me when next we speak. I merely wish to thank you for your advice early on in the race and your intended support. I realize things were difficult for you, and should you need anything from me, I would be more than happy to provide.

I do hope you will still consider supporting me in this upcoming election. And please enjoy my gift in the meantime (I went with chocolate as you had suggested).

Sincerely,
Lord Petyr Baelish

From:

glitterateur

[It takes a little while to get to him-- Mabel sends it via flying pig courier, and neither the girl nor the pig had any real idea where his office was. Mabel had even sort of neglected to get his name except via network tags. But eventually! Eventually he gets a very official looking envelope with a very official bit of paperwork contained within.

Mabel Pines has no idea what a cost/benefits analysis is.

But she does know that when it doubt, send gifts. So along with the paper comes a six pack of fancy cream soda in various flavors. A further gesture of apology, to help mend clone-Pines relations. ]

From:

wizzardly

[it's been some time since Rincewind had reason to sound this happy.]

He's gone.

From:

illuminescent

To Lord Mark,

I would gratefully ask for your presence at an audience at the ambassador's office in De Chima, at your leisure. I have some matters which I should be grateful to discuss with you.

Yours gratefully,

Ambassador Lucy Pevensie of De Chima

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schwanengesang

Hello. [ A long pause. It was too late to go back now, she already started speaking, and calling this an accident would be an obvious lie. She never does anything without prior thought, perfectly calculating her every move. But as of late, that part of her was faltering. Reaching out to him, for reasons she couldn't quite understand herself, other than she was feeling... lonely? She cleared her throat, doing her best to focus on anything but the nagging emptiness she felt. ]

I apologize for our last encounter, I wasn't being objective. [ Remembering their last meeting made her stomach churn, to think she let herself stoop so low to let her feelings cloud her judgment. When she speaks her voice shifts, taking on a much darker tone. ] It won't happen again.

Do you have time for a quick consult?

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shifting

Hey, was hopin' to talk with you. I think we've got some things to discuss.

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brushoff

My dear Mark! [ already be worried. ] I've got to say, I've supremely appreciated your financial acumen these past few months—you've got a good head on your shoulder. That being said, my finances are...ah, going to take a bit of a hit soon.

Any advice on any new projects I might benefit from?

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protects_the_small

To: Lord Mark Vorkosigan, Chief Financial Officer of the Dendarii
from: Lady Knight Keladry of Mindelan, lately knight of the Lion to Her Grace, Ambassador Lucy, Queen of Narnia.

Greetings.

I have recently commissioned a stunner from one Commander Spock of the Dendarii's Research and Development division. Having been notified of its completion, I was directed towards you for the financial transaction.

The blessings of the gods on you and yours,

Lady Knight Keladry, of Mindelan and Tortall.

From:

itistolaugh

look what you're missing

[ attached is a photo of a pretty smiling woman with a truly monstrous pizza ]

From:

slightlyoffchilt

Hello, Mark -- this is Doctor Chilton. I am checking in on you.

From:

itistolaugh

guess what im wearing right now
hint its nothing

From:

driftsintobuffetline

Are you done yet? I'm getting cold.

[attached: photo. Newt knows his audience. No awful dick pics for his nerd. Instead, the camera's been propped up across the room and set on a timer to give him a full body shot. He's leaning in the open doorway of what is probably a closet, unlaced Doc Martens on his feet and an oversized parka pulled over him, with the massive hood shadowing his cocky grin, and the front of it left unzipped and open. The rest of Newt, largely tattooed with colorful Kaiju, is nude.]

From:

doubleblind

Please tell me that you don't have anything against ridiculous souvenirs.

From:

protects_the_small

[There's a box for Mark containing a book and a note]

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