2020-03-16 - No leprechauns were harmed in the making of this log.

Prior to all this...

While the whole rest of town is like "yo, don't go to the sawmill, that place is all fucked up," each of you receive what looks like a candy-gram from the local high school - a green card made out of a piece of construction paper cut into the shape of a four-leaf clover. It just turns up - under your windshield wiper, stuffed into the mail-slot, left on your desk, wherever your character is sure to notice it. If anyone happens to be around, no one can tell your character where it came from; they didn't see anyone drop it off, but then they weren't really paying attention, so.

Inside the card, there's a photocopy of a news-clipping from 1960, talking about how the old Addington sawmill was refurbished to celebrate the town's 70th anniversary in February and June, and would be opened one more time in October. The interior of the card has had the to and from lines crossed out in black marker, so now it says:

To:
From:
Maybe you'll get lucky.

And then the texting...

Alexander sends a picture of these two items to Patrick, with a brief note in his own hand:

"Guessing this isn't your idea of a fun prank?"

(TXT to Alexander) Patrick: I would never send construction paper shamrocks to someone.

(TXT to Alexander) Patrick: Perhaps you have more admirers.

(TXT to Patrick) Alexander: Admirers who are taunting me about my inevitable torment or demise because I do stupid shit?

(TXT to Patrick) Alexander: Wait.

(TXT to Patrick) Alexander: That actually sounds plausible.

(TXT to Alexander) Patrick: I can't imagine what kind of monster would preemptively I-told-you-so.

(TXT to Alexander) Patrick: Do you want to know something interesting?

(TXT to Patrick) Alexander: I remind you that you ASKED me to do this particular thing. And promised to cover medical bills. And yes. Always.

(TXT to Alexander) Patrick: Anne didn't get a love note like yours.

(TXT to Patrick) Alexander: Hm. Odd. She's not going to the old sawmill, though, is she? The article was about the mill.

(TXT to Alexander) Patrick: I like that you think she's not going. That's adorable.

(TXT to Patrick) Alexander: Goddamnit.

(TXT to Alexander) Patrick: That's exactly the response I had.

(TXT to Alexander) Patrick: Well. And a bottle of Irish whiskey. Saint PATRICK's Day, after all.

(TXT to Patrick) Alexander: I'll look after her as best I can. Did anyone else get one of these damned notes?

(TXT to Patrick) Alexander: Also, just tell me you didn't dump green food coloring in there.

(TXT to Alexander) Patrick: I don't know. DID anyone else get one of these damned notes?

(TXT to Alexander) Patrick: Also, what I do with my whiskey is my business.

(TXT to Patrick) Alexander: Goddamnit. I'll ask Vincenzo. I don't know any of the others.

(TXT to Patrick) Alexander: Also, don't make me stage an intervention. Green alcohol is no one's friend.

(TXT to Alexander) Patrick: Who is Vincenzo?

(TXT to Patrick) Alexander: You don't use your abilities, so you probably do not feel the irritation I am radiating.

(TXT to Alexander) Patrick: Be realistic, my dove. Abilities or not, you're not a hard man to read. <3

(TXT to Patrick) Alexander: I hate it because it's true.

Some short amount of time later...

(TXT to Patrick Alexander) Enzo: GDI Patrick this shit is not funny

(TXT to Enzo Patrick) Alexander: I told him you didn't send them. Hi.

(TXT to Enzo Alexander) Patrick: What's not funny? [with like 19 shamrock emojis]

(TXT to Alexander Patrick) Enzo: Don't you have job????

(TXT to Enzo Alexander) Patrick: He's a PI.

(TXT to Alexander Patrick) Enzo: No, YOU

(TXT to Enzo Alexander) Patrick: That is a brave card for you to play.

(TXT to Enzo Alexander) Patrick: How's the writing?

(TXT to Alexander Patrick) Enzo: (selfie of Enzo with ominous shamrock)

(TXT to Alexander Patrick) Enzo: Whatever, man.

(TXT to Enzo Patrick) Alexander: He has been writing for days. Hasn't left his apartment.

(TXT to Patrick Alexander) Enzo: Exactly.

(TXT to Patrick Alexander) Enzo: I'm very busy.

(TXT to Enzo Patrick) Alexander: Likewise, Addington House hasn't eaten anyone that I know of, so Patrick's doing his job, too.

(TXT to Patrick Alexander) Enzo: Maybe.

(TXT to Enzo Alexander) Patrick: I WISH that I had come up with this one, I really do.

(TXT to Enzo Alexander) Patrick: But I had nothing to do with it.

(TXT to Alexander Patrick) Enzo: I hope this isn't leprechauns 🙁

(TXT to Alexander Patrick) Enzo: I'm in enough shit with miniature people

(TXT to Enzo Alexander) Patrick: Oh, you're forgiven for ACCUSING ME FALSELY, don't worry about it.

(TXT to Enzo Patrick) Alexander: I doubt it's leprechauns. You guys don't need any gold.

(TXT to Enzo Patrick) Alexander: Wait. Unless you stole some, way back when. Did your ancestors steal shamrock gold?

(TXT to Patrick Alexander) Enzo: You waltz into my apartment all the time, pretty sure weird mailbox cards aren't THAT wild

(TXT to Patrick Alexander) Enzo: How would I know??

(TXT to Enzo Alexander) Patrick: We were too busy chopping your ancestors into little bitty pieces to steal gold from leprechauns.

(TXT to Enzo Patrick) Alexander: Yes. Thank you for the reminder. I'd almost forgotten that I was going to what is probably a murder mill with people who might be genetically predisposed to murder me.

(TXT to Patrick Alexander) Enzo: yeah, man. are you STILL sure you want to do this?

(TXT to Enzo Patrick) Alexander: Yes.

(TXT to Enzo Alexander) Patrick: If they murder you, I promise to put flowers on your grave.

(TXT to Enzo Patrick) Alexander: I appreciate that.

(TXT to Patrick Alexander) Enzo: If I had a murder list preference

(TXT to Patrick Alexander) Enzo: Clayton is pretty low on my list. there are other people I'd kill first.

(TXT to Enzo Patrick) Alexander: Also good to know. Please share the person immediately above me in the list, so I can keep an eye on their health as an early warning system.

(TXT to Patrick Alexander) Enzo: It's an unordered list so I'm so sorry but I can't comply

(TXT to Enzo Patrick) Alexander: Damn it.

(TXT to Enzo Patrick) Alexander: Anyway. Vincenzo, would you check with some of the other folk who are supposed to be going, see if they got any letters like this? I'll try to catch Yule if I see him. He's been slammed with work. If he and Anne don't get the cards, but the Addingtons and I do, it suggests that this is, in fact, some Addington/Baxter mess.

(TXT to Enzo Alexander) Patrick: YOU KEEP USING THAT NAME

(TXT to Alexander Patrick) Enzo: MY NAME IS ENZO

(TXT to Enzo Patrick) Alexander: No.

(TXT to Patrick Alexander) Enzo: but yeah, ill text

(TXT to Enzo Alexander) Patrick: I'm 99% positive it's Vicenzo.

(TXT to Enzo Patrick) Alexander: Also no.

(TXT to Patrick Alexander) Enzo: That is EVEN less my name.

(TXT to Patrick Alexander) Enzo: I'm going to eff up your taxes this year, Patrick.

(TXT to Enzo Patrick) Alexander: Why Enzo? What did the Vinc ever do to you?

(TXT to Enzo Alexander) Patrick: I was at his baptism. If anyone is qualified to speak to what his name ACTUALLY is...

(TXT to Alexander Patrick) Enzo: I just don't like it and a man can choose his own much cooler name.

(TXT to Enzo Alexander) Patrick: You know that Enzo sounds like a tire company, right?

(TXT to Enzo Patrick) Alexander: But Vincenzo was a famous pirate. A pirate. Nothing is cooler than a pirate.

(TXT to Patrick Alexander) Enzo: At least I'm not a LEPRECHAUN

(TXT to Enzo Patrick) Alexander: I don't think anyone accused you of being one.

(TXT to Patrick Alexander) Enzo: Patrick said my name sounded like a tire company.

(TXT to Enzo Patrick) Alexander: Yes. He did.

(TXT to Enzo Alexander) Patrick: Yet.

(TXT to Enzo Alexander) Patrick: You're not a leprechaun YET.

(TXT to Enzo Patrick) Alexander: He's not going to turn into a leprechaun, Patrick.

(TXT to Enzo Alexander) Patrick: Just like you're not going to get shoved into a sawmill on the Other Side by all my cousins.

(TXT to Enzo Alexander) Patrick: Hope for the best. Brace for the worst.

(TXT to Enzo Patrick) Alexander: I'm pretty sure I can take at least a couple of them with me.

(TXT to Enzo Alexander) Patrick: I will send you MY list, in that case.

(TXT to Enzo Patrick) Alexander: Assassination is definitely a service you have to pay for, Patrick.

<FS3> Patrick rolls Throw Money At The Problem: Success (8 4 4 4 4 3 3 2) (Rolled by: Patrick)

(TXT to Enzo Alexander) Patrick: I'm good for it.

(TXT to Enzo Patrick) Alexander: Your family dinners must be interesting. I mean. The ones where I don't punch you.