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Who: Edgar Allan Poe, Lewis Carroll, and Jacob Grimm
What: Dead Writer's club
When: Monday
Where: The Diogenes Club
Warnings: Mentions of alcoholism, TBD


Despite all the grumbling he did, Edgar was oddly fond of the Raven that kept following him around. And as very few clubs besides the Diogenes allowed such birds, it was often he went there when he was in the mood to be a social drinker. At least he had the excuse of not drinking alone then. That and the soft buzz of conversation helped push back the loneliness he tended to feel. It wasn't as bad here, New York didn't hold as many memories, but it still happened.

Some of it was because people remembered him as a lonely soul, surrounded by little more then his stories and the memory of what he'd lost. The other part was that he often felt old, and the world around him tended to confuse him.

So he'd found refuge in being surrounded by others like him and paused in his writing every so often to feed the Raven some of the meat. He'd had it better then before. He was able to keep a roof over his head with his editing job, and could continue his own writing. He still wished to run his own newspaper, but he knew that the printed news wasn't as popular anymore. So he was throwing the idea of a blog around in his head, but it seemed an idea that was perhaps a bit too popular.

He knew he'd figure it out in the end. He had plenty of time at the moment.

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Charles liked visiting the club when he could, and occasionally he would bring Piper. Today, however, he was alone. That was, he was alone until he caught sight of Edgar. Charles grinned and he went over to say hello.

"Edgar!" he said jovially. "Care for some company?"

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When he heard the voice he raised his head and gave Charles a smile, "hello Charles." With a nod he waved the Raven out of the way, "feel free. Shoo you."

He rolled his eyes as the bird gave it's trademark shout of nevermore and fed it a piece of bacon. "And be quiet." He only sighed as it flew on his shoulder. "Want a bird Charles? It lives to annoy me. And how are you?"

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Charles smiled at the bird and then he slid into the booth, his hands around his wine glass. "I don't think Cassandra would handle a bird very well," he said honestly. "I've been wonderful, actually! The shop is going well, though today someone tried to sell me a dybbuk box. What about you?"

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"Fair enough," he wouldn't have really pushed it though. He wasn't cruel enough to do that to the poor Greek woman. Nor was he really inclined to give the bird away. Even if he could.

He raised an eyebrow and sipped from his glass. "That's certainly interesting. And well enough. A bit morose but that's fairly usual. Thinking about a way to own some sort of blog or something of that nature. Certainly cheaper then owning a magazine, but everyone seems to have one of them. That and technology still confuses me some days."

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Charles had an inkling Edgar loved the bird even if he didn't say so.

"I believe Wilhelm Grimm runs a blog if you wanted to hear from someone who does so. Technology can be so confusing. Probably why I love being surrounded by antiques and history."

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He nodded and finished the drink he had, "I'll ask how he does it all. Maybe have it a writer's collective. Not sure yet." He'd figure it out in due course, he knew that. There were still plenty of stories to tell. "Can't really blame you there, bu it's a necessary evil. And somewhat fascinating. Did you know someone remembers me on the twitter thing?"

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"I think that sounds like a great idea," Charles nodded, smiling. "I'm sure Wil would like to talk about it too. He loves chatting about his writing.

"Someone...remembers you on the Twitter?"

Edgar Allan Poe twitter is legit. Been following him for aaaaaages XD

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"Don't we all?" Smiling he ordered another drink, and more meat for the bird, before taking out his phone and showing the feed. (https://twitter.com/Edgar_Allan_Poe) "Yeah, see? I found it only a few months ago. Wish I would have thought of it, honestly. IT's kind of nice. The facebook thing has something similar."

Awesome!

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Charles scrolled through a few of the entries and he grinned. "This is very clever. I should see if there's one for me! It is nice. Nice to know you made an impression." Though if they hadn't, they wouldn't be here again.

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He took the glass gratefully once it came and lured the bird down off his shoulder with some meat. "A bit later then I wanted to have made an impression but I get the point." he smiled and set the phone away. "The drawback is terrible movies." He rolled his eyes.

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"My drawback is misleading biographies," Charles said with a sigh. "I didn't see the movie about you. What did they do?"

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He nodded to that. His entire life had been turned around as well, first by Griswald then by others who had meant well but hadn't really known. He took a drink and shook his head, "so much. You know how they love making me tormented." He shrugged, "That's par the course. What isn't is how apparently a murderer took ideas from my horror stories and put them to life. The Pit and the Pendulum, being one of them."

Absently he stroked the birds feathers and scowled. "Said murderer later kills me, because I wished to save my lady love. So now I'm convinced it's what I did before I died, even though I know that wasn't the case. It's confusing enough not remembering without them adding more to it."

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Charles made a face at that and then he shook his head. "The things people come up with. Have you seen the movie about Jacob and Wilhelm? It's ridiculous. You should hear Jacob rant about it. He says the same thing about remembering things that never happened."

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"It's disturbing. On one hand it's being remembered. On the other hand it's being remembered wrong. They wish to add more flair to it all. As if there wasn't enough of that." He sighed, "But I'm sure we can complain about that until we're dust. Again. It just makes me morose, and no one wants that."

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"Then I suggest another topic," Charles said with a wink. He had to admit being remembered wrong made him feel morose as well.

He didn't have to search for another topic though. He heard someone call his name and when he looked up, Jacob was heading over to join them. "Charles! Hello, Edgar, great to see you!"

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He raised his free hand to Jacob, before using it to shush the bird, who had taken to making noise at Jacob. "Hello Jacob. Hush Lenore." With a sigh he fed it some meat. "The bird apparently thinks it owns this bar. Don't ask. Free to join us?"

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Jacob slid into the booth and then smiled at the bird. "Well that would certainly gain us some points in mystique if a bird owned the place," he said with grin.

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He gave an amused snort to that. "Don't give the bird ideas. But how are you? Me and Charles have just gotten morose so perhaps you can cheer us up."

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"Chaz has an amazing aptitude for that," Jacob joked. "Though I don't know how cheerful I can be. I can tell you about my daughters!" That always made him light up.

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He chuckled to that. "To be fair, so do I." He fed the bird another piece of meat before nodding, "yes, how are they?" He was never sure how to feel about kids, but Jacob's little ones sounded adorable.

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"Greta is camping out West," Jacob grinned. "And Ella is perfect! Charles comes over occasionally to tell me how perfect she is. She's with her mother today, but she's amazing. I've been reading our fairy tales to her. I missed having children around. Wil's were always around while we were alive. Now I'm the father, but he spends time with them too."

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"Must be nice. How old is she now, your youngest?" He'd never had the opportunity to really be a father, even if he wasn't sure about kids. It had proved beneficial, considering he'd have offered them a miserable life. "I'd like to meet her too, if you're alright with that. I'll keep Lenore at home. The bird can be a bit much."