07.08.02 - 10:04 a.m.

(damon and rachel don't get to have all the fun. unfortunately, i don't have much in my mailbox that isn't from damon. i never saved and/or traded scenes w/anyone else (my computer was too slow!), but i haven't done it since, either. hmmm. maybe i should.

anyway, this was part of an email from Chuck, before he was Chuck, when he was still "Simon"? and pretending to be 2-4 people to boot, the bastard.

oh, yeah. it's from the early days of St. Louis, December 1998. Simon Moon's Christmas present to my childish, schizophrenic Malkavian, Emmy.)

The present was a black wooden box, about the size of a tissue box, only slightly smaller. The wood was smooth, as if lacquered, and had many intricate carvings on it - prominent on the lid was a carving of a rose.

The lid is hinged, and opens to reveal red velvet lining. A porcelin figurine of a ballerina raises as the lid opens, and begins to twirl slowly. As she spins, a slightly melancholic, but very lovely tune begins to play ("Masquerade", from Phantom of the Opera).

Simon would wait until Emmy opened the box, and the music began. He would then explain that the box once belonged to his mother, and that it is the only object of hers that he kept. He wants Emmy to have it, because he thinks she would enjoy it more than he could.