BULLSHIT BLUFF

So you can tune out the Labour bullshit.

Silas, 

Merry Christmas! Hope you have a good holiday. Saw this ridiculously complicated puzzle and it made me think of you. Enjoy. 

Before Dec. 10, after the Hallowe’en Event.

@ohhophelie

It was hard tell, as he leaned against the dark-cloudy countertop of her entertainment bar, if the Redgrave was unwell because of the attack or how she was handling everything that came with it. Within the seconds of having half-barged into the study and noticing how run-down she was, Silas had taken to silence so that he could really try to understand what he was seeing before making another victim out of her.

But, Ophélie wasn’t usually one to make things easy. Tucked into her velvet pink seater, a near empty bottle of champagne in hand, visible medical cloths, and a few glasses dashed onto the table in front of her made for unwell signs without the literalness of needing one in the first place. What had happened to her was awful. What had happened to anyone at the event, in fact, but Fee’s associations made it all that much more concerning.

She was another name on a growing list of trouble now and he figured she could remove herself for his sake as much as her own.

Gideon: Damon will be disappointed.

Gideon: Keep hoping an avalanche will come and take the chalet out; Felix Rutherford, the miraculous sole survivor.

Gideon: In Cambridge with the family?

Silas: Had a feeling you'd go there. There are a lot of pieces, Damon's help really might be useful.

Silas: Sounds like drama. Everyone getting on?

Gideon: I'm going to go ahead and assume the 'both' you were referring to was Felix and I.

Gideon: Merry Christmas.

Silas: I'd be a little concerned if you thought of anyone else.

Ophélie: i really can't do a lecture now Silas, please

Silas: If I've learned anything about your cousin, it's that I can't make her do anything she doesn't want to do. I've tried. Still am.

Silas: No lecture but we need to talk.

Ophélie: i did get fucking stabbed though, thanks for asking how i am i really app the concern!

Silas: Jesus Christ, Redgrave. No shit.

Silas: I'm going to pretend you didn't type any of the previous bile for both our sakes because that was low. /Really/ fucking low.

Ophélie: nope - your good pal giddy rutherford did. i can see why you're keeping it a secret, i suppose she is more of a marilyn than a jackie