The Morbid Socialite

The Morbid Socialite hasn't a known address besides his old, unoccupied flat. If asked, he'll insist he still lives there, though quite a few rejected former lovers claim it was to attend to a more intimate set of affairs, that the relocated and unknown address was attained to secure a marriage proposal beyond the fripperies of lovelorn suitors.

However, if one can locate his stoat, Tularemia, the little predator is set and determined to deliver all messages promptly and cleanly, including hefty packages and weighty envelopes. The mail mustelid does her best to carry all parcels and, for a small fee of dried meat or just a scratch behind the ear, may carry yours just the same.

OOC: Leave your calling card here and I will try to respond as promptly as possible, as fast as the stoat flies! This post will be updated periodically with roleplay threads for archiving and ease of access.

Week One: Shortening Sentences
A Talk with a Tailor
Fashionably Late (includes A War of the Socialites and Two Doctors)
The First Lecture
Twenty Lines

Week Two: Radicals
A Harried Entrance (includes Meeting the Mechanic and A Touchy Subject)
A Radical Lesson in Radicals
Remember: It's Flammable
A Quite Idiosyncratic Meeting

Week Three: Pattern Recognition
Gushing About Dinah
A Giddy Morning (includes Meeting the Professor and A Social Invitation)
Making Connections
Calming the Tailor
Break Time with the Professor
A Break Alone
A Dinner Invitation
In A Quiet Tea Shop...

Week Four: Conversations
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