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[artfulforger]

Phone. Texts. Emails. IC contact here.

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Text - Unknown Number

[callmeles]

[Piper glanced at the text she had drafted to send to an unknown number that Mal had been close with during her life.

...They will help love, don't hesitate to reach out. Tell them the Count(ess) sent you. I will be very disappointed if they don't. ~Love, Malorie]

I was told from a mutual friend known as The Count(ess) to contact you if I needed assistance.

[Did she even expect a reply? Probably not. Who knew if these particular friends of Mal's had changed numbers or gotten rid of them permanently.]

[artfulforger]

[It's a phone that Eames doesn't use hardly at all anymore. Mal had given it to him to contact her and he's kept paying the bill all this time. For her.

Every now and again it gets a message, someone from their dream contacts sending a message about a job, about advice, about things that they all would have turned to Mallorie for. It had gone off in nearly a year though.

Then he heard it chime.

Frowning, he got it out of his desk, staring at the message. His frowning deepening as he read it.]

Regret to inform you that the Count is dead. Long live the Count.

[He sighs even as he sends it. What if it's real? Could it be after all this time?]

What's the book?

[callmeles]

[When she felt her phone vibrate, she exhaled a breath she hadn't known she was holding. She read it over and closed her eyes. She'd known but it was still hard to think of such a beacon of life and love to be gone.]

My sincerest condolences. The world is a little less bright. Long live the Count.

[She smiles a little at the next text.]

Le Comte de Monte Cristo. She said she insisted all her friends read it. It's a shame I will never sit on that balcony to discuss it with her.

[artfulforger]

[There's not an answer for a very long time. It's been a while since Eames though about that very moment. About sitting there, discussing a man he felt he had so much in common with and discussing it with the woman that was part of the group offering him a new life

Fuck, he didn't need this. Life was changing so much since Rose Red and now this is dragging them back into something he had put behind him to stop the tears.]

Where are you? No games. Country, state, city.

[callmeles]

[Truthfully, Piper wasn't upset when she didn't get a response from the person on the other end for a while. For the last several years, she'd been running away from memories and the emotions from her own past. Losing Mal, someone Jordan had also known, was hard.

She'd just poured herself a second glass of wine when the text came through. There was a very small part that she wouldn't exactly put a name on that worried the answer was wrong. But Mal wouldn't have steered her wrong - not about something like this.

She didn't quite enjoy sharing her location but she'd been the one to reach out and open that metaphorical door.]

Currently I'm in Seattle Washington.

It's not an emergency. It's a long story as to why I'm reaching out to you that would be better to tell in person if you are able.

[artfulforger]

[If he hadn't been suspicious about this person before, that answer truly gets to him.]

How about no. Pick somewhere else.

[Maybe it's an asshole move but no way he's going back to that town because of a stranger's text. Hell no.]

[callmeles]

[She raised an eyebrow at the response before shrugging a shoulder. At this point, it didn't really matter where they had the meeting. Piper took a look at her calendar before shooting back a text.]

I'll be in Prague next week. If you're in the US, I can meet you in Boston by the end of the week. Either works.

[artfulforger]

[Boston or Prague. He likes both, and they're about equal distance from where he is. Besides, Mal liked Prague.]

Charles Bridge in Prague. 2 in the afternoon on Tuesday?

[callmeles]

Great. I will have a copy of the book with me. See you then.

[She liked Prague and there wasn’t as many memories there for her which was always a pro.]