baetiful | IC CONTACT POST

My dearest Lord Baelish,

It would be a high honor indeed if you were to attend to me at your earliest convenience, in De Chima, on no particular matter of urgency. Should you prefer to call, I should be most grateful to hear your voice; elsewise I am oft at the clinic in the imPort Center, and I am most grateful for any company you may seek to grant me.

I have in my possession a pin of Narnian make that I think would suit the collar of your shirts most admirably and I would like to gift it to you in the utmost thanks for your services and your friendship.

Yours in friendship,

Queen Lucy the Valiant of Narnia, first of her name, Empress of the Lone Isles, and of Terebinthia, Warden of the Great Eastern Ocean, and Duchess of the Lantern Waste

My lord. I was wondering if I might be able to interest you in an opportunity.

My lord Baelish, if I might, a moment of your time for a consideration.

[it's later at night - past ten - but since Rincewind's conversation with Chilton, Petyr Baelish has been nagging in the back of his mind all day. Finally he gives in to the impulse to call the man himself.]

I've yet to hear from you, you know. Makes a person a bit nervous, someone saying they'll call with questions and then they never do it.

[His tone is subdued, almost frightful, as if something terrible has happened and he is only thawing from the denial of it.]

Lord Baelish? If you have a moment. This is Doctor Chilton.

Lord Baelish, I absolutely must speak with you.

--Oh, but you must be... now, what was the word he used... coherent! That was it. Do contact me at a time when you are coherent.

[ You'd think a polite person would give a call to let someone know they were dropping by.

Well, Pan is not polite and definitely likes to give a surprise. Besides, Baelish has...interested Pan. Clearly someone who is seeking power, but to what end? He must know.

So, Baelish when you arrive home, Pan is just meandering about your living room picking up objects and examining them. Do do do don't mind him or anything.]

[ Dorian is trying his hardest not to giggle. ]

You're going to have to get the word out more, Baelish! After all, I don't know how you'll compete against an 'ice cream for everybody' platform. [ this election race just got 100% stupider and Dorian is THRILLED. ]

Edited 2016-06-02 22:04 (UTC)

A congratulations is in order, Ambassador Baelish. I take pride in picking winners. [Though Baelish is his only winner to speak of.] I thought your discourse on the mental health system of Maurtia Falls was rather invigorating. Inspiring, even.

In fact, I am inspired with a proposition.

🎉🍾

[ hopefully Baelish understands emojis...or he's gonna have to introduce some more fun aspects of the modern world to this guy. ]

[Send out enough gift baskets and win an election, of course he's bound to get one in return. March calls for it as soon as the votes are in, elated. He'll find himself gifted a box chock full of every accessory needed to open and deal with wine bottles (makes the congratulation parties to come easier!) with two bottles of fine wine, several cheeses, and a gift card to a higher end store specializing in perfumes and colognes. It's Fancy and, to his thinking, Deserved. He has no sigil as such, but the note is obviously his and obviously handwritten by James March himself (still smells a bit like smoke and everything).]

My Dear Lord Baelish, Sincerest congratulations on your victory this evening! I can think no one more deserving such power and responsibility. I greatly look forward to what you will do with your new position. Should you have any need of I or the Castile herself, we would be both humbled and honored to see to anything and everything you may require. Just say the word and you shall have it. Respectfully yours, James Patrick March

Congrats! I enjoyed your bribe. :)

Ambassador Baelish?

This is Sabriel, RISE's field commander. I'm happy to congratulate you on your victory, and I'd like to request a meeting.

Hey, congratulations, Ambassador Baelish.

[Petyr might be at work or home when the invitation comes. But rather than any regular ol' mail handler, this one is a little different. The doorbell rings, or a slow, insistent knock lets out. Whenever Petyr does answer, he will find dear Sally standing before him, a knowing smile on blood red lips. She holds out a golden envelope with Petyr's name (full, complete with titles) handwritten in careful, precise lettering, handing it over with that smile still in place.

And with that she turns, leaving Petyr with his invite. By the time he looks at what's in hand and back up to say something to Sally, though, she's vanished, leaving only the scent of cigarettes in her wake.]

[ A video call to his inbox: Haen standing with her hands on her hips and wearing a cute nautical number, obviously midway through getting ready to attend the beach-bound July Swear-In. Her expression however seems rather stony, and her tone is tart. ]

Is it true?

So, heeeeyyy.

[ It's been... a while. Rose's solution to dealing with her problems is not dealing with them. Spoilers: that doesn't usually work out so well. She'd tried not to sing or play music or do anything for almost an entire month.

It was the most boring and depressing month of her life, let her tell you what. So here she is, despite absolutely not wanting to, contacting Petyr since he had offered to help. ]

I know you're probably busy what with being 'the man' now and all, but I wondered if that offer to help with my out of whack powers was still available. I can help you sleep during stressful times, maybe! A win-win? Huh?

[ So convincing. Cough. ]

Anyway, uh. It'd be cool if you could but I understand if not.

[oh, someone sure sounds smug today.]

We've lost someone. Did you know?

[I mean, might as well be proper and call before popping over to the city.]

Hello? Lord Baelish? This is Princess Allura. I believe we talked briefly over the Network a few weeks ago.

I may be visiting Maurtia Falls in a few days, in an attempt to know this world better, and I...was wondering if you'd be available to follow through on your offer as an escort.

I would understand if you are busy.

I don't suppose you've got a favour to cash in with anyone in the real estate market?

[At a club in Maurtia Falls that Baelish owns, a painting is found. It dates around the 1800s, a pastoral scene with grass and sheep. It may have up until recently been hanging in a museum, but here it is.

Attached is a card that reads 'Compliments of D.G.'. The painting just turned up overnight, no signs of intrusion.]

[ooc: As a results of this thread.]