Jove Gadria
Businesswoman Staff
[AWD:0105060d0e150f07]32 Years Old Honest Liar[M:0]
Money can't buy 'appiness, but it always does make me smile.
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Post by Jove Gadria on Jul 2, 2012 8:33:03 GMT -5
It had been about a month since Jove had been on Athens. Prior to that she'd just about left Ari Deschain in the capable hands of the St Lucy's staff. As much as she regretted it, there was nothing she could do, and Jove had been the only one left standing who hadn't been unlucky enough to catch that dreadful illness. She had seem it claim plenty of people in her time, and wondered if there would ever be a cure. Although, if wishes were horses, they'd all be eating steak, right? Not that.. Jove had ever eaten horse or planned to, but you get the reference. So since then, she'd decided to relocate. Athens was a nice world-- wartorn, sure, but it had a character to it that she admired and found some charm in. Plus it was places like this that always made her feel a little bit fancier than usual. Anyway, on with that message, right?.
"Sweet'eart-- first off, I know. Alliance. Core. I'm a terrible person and will probably deserve every beatin' you must be plannin' for me leavin' ya in the capable, purple 'ands of them folks. But they 'ad the best care and 'ealin' and I really didn't think anywhere else'd be betta'. You understand, right? Okay, now that's out the way. I'm leavin' this message with the good ladies and gents of that very 'osptial. For when you wake up. I'm on Athens, now. Nice set-up working for one miss Sabine Wei. She's a peach. You'd like her-- you'd like her pretty bodyguard, too. Hah. Oh-- The Lenore. She's fine. In tip-top shape and right here with me. Waitin' for you to wake your arse up and come get 'er. You should work on that. Ship's takin' up a lotta space in me ware'ouse. So-- uh. Let me know when you get this. I'll make sure you get back on your feet.
Lot's o' love, Jove."
The message ended, the recording shut off and it was received and stored with Ari's personal effects. Jove sat back in her padded, worn old chair, stared forwards at that same desk she'd had for years and years, and eyed a new, unopened bottle sitting upon it's surface.
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