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Sep. 18th, 2018


[info]kissmywings

Iris M

You gotta fucked up town, man.

[info]provenance

Public

[Public]

Well, darlings. If the bars are back open, round of fruity drinks to those of drinking age on me.

Sep. 17th, 2018


[info]beattheodds

eddie n., public

[locked to eddie n.]

[She sends some updates on the orphanage that they'd talked about months back. The original plans he gave her are accompanied by some applications for funders as well as a potential site for said orphanage a couple of miles out of town.]

[open to public]

Alright guys, I'm really into the idea of a Halloween dog parade. I mean think of the possibilities.

Sep. 16th, 2018


[info]knell

[Diner: Hel & Lucifer]

Who: Hel and Lucifer
What: Coffee
Where: Two death gods walk into a diner...
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: Companionable coffee doesn't require warnings

The invitation was silently issued.

Nel had sensed him, you see. She was a pagan deity, this much was true, but christian deities were just another flavor of ice cream, and Nel knew the other death gods well. She'd not met this one, but she sensed his arrival, and she knew he would sense her presence. This was, after all, a shared world. Humanity, where everyone believed their particular faith trumped, and the gods knew better. They all shared these people between them, and it was a constant battle for preference, worship, survival. Nel had no interest in ruling her afterlife, and, so it would seem, neither did this christian death god that had arrived. She was, however, heady on the heels of worship and bonfire, and she was, perhaps, feeling somewhat nostalgic for her days in the Caribbean. There, she'd been a goddess among goddesses, and the recent happenings in town had just kindled that desire for veneration, adulation, and the limitless and gorge-greed glut of idolatry.

But none of this led her to the diner on the bad side of town at midnight, the place a crush of children out too late and men and women up to no good. No, this was merely meant to be a greeting. Surely there was enough soul to be had in this town for two of them, and Nel rather trusted the untrustworthy nature of her own kind over the beatification of thunder gods and fecund goddess.

She was seated at the counter, and her coat was draped along the back of the tall chair she occupied. She ordered a coffee, black, and she thanked the waitress with a smile that drew up sharp cheekbones. The smile was small, but it made the waitress blush, and Nel took a sip from her coffee and accepted the slice of apple pie given to her in wholesome offering.

[info]grief

julia l, stephanie m, damien w,

[In true Tim fashion, he doesn't tell anyone that he's leaving until he's so far gone that they can't stop him. A series of letters go out, all postmarked from Paris.]

[To Julia Langdale, a vintage card. It isn't signed. On the back:]
If you ever want to come back, I'll be here.

[To Stephanie Miller, a letter in a plain white envelope. It's handwritten.]
Steph,
I imagine you're cussing me out good right about now. I don't think I ever properly learned how to say goodbye. It feels too finite to say goodbye. I wanted to talk to you before I left. I wanted to hear your voice, maybe give you a chance to tell me what an idiot I am. Then I'd just end up staying, and I don't want to stay. The town works for you and Eddie, it looks good on you. I think you can make a real life of it, and if not there, some place that isn't anything like where we grow up. You deserve it, Stephanie. I love you. I always, always will.
Timmy


[To Damian Wainright, a thick yellow envelope with plastic bubble inner lining.]
[Inside is a key on a metal ring, it opens a unit in a private storage facility back in Jersey. Inside the unit, if Damien ever goes to open it, is all of Tim's old crime fighting gear. In the envelope, there's also a small note. Just a few words.]
Do good. Do better.
- T

Sep. 15th, 2018


[info]inkonstage

[Marta Narrative]

Who: Marta
What: Narrative (When you don't follow the rules of your release program...)
Where: Repose --> Capital
When: Right before the end of the infrasound
Warnings/Rating: Talk of drugs, mental health, hospital, and sex work (some insults from hallucinations)

She'd never made it )

[info]knell

Lear L, Rae B, Marta F

[Locked to Lear L]
Where are you slithering at, dearest brother?

[Locked to Rae B]
That was rather a large display toward the end, wouldn't you say? It went well beyond French eggs.

[Locked to Marta F]
Did you require something of me?

[info]brine

Public

[As 'Rån']

Okay, so prison? Totally fucking sucks. What a complete buzzkill. Here's a tip, avoid it at all costs. They wouldn't even given me fucking tampons. Outrageous, am I right? That bullshit was worse than seventh-grade sex ed on the embarrassment scale. How much pop culture have I missed? Is Miley still scandalous??

Sep. 14th, 2018


[info]lawmaker

Lou & Atticus: wolfing

Who: Lou and Atticus
What: Post the world's worst town party ever
Warnings: likely nada, maybe language.

FEMA had rolled into town )

[info]endnoted

Jack & MJ: the paper

Who: Jack and MJ
What: An interview for the paper
Warnings: Nada

Jack didn't know how he felt about the paper. )

Sep. 13th, 2018


[info]innumerable

Call: Patrick G

[During this.]

[Call: Patrick G]
[Ring, ring, ring!]

[info]sonataind

public.

[After this.]

O Rose, thou art sick.
The invisible worm
That flies in the night
In the howling storm
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

The Sick Rose
- William Blake

[info]otrava

Marta F, Patrick G, Billy K, Newt P, Daniel W

[After this, and finding a way to access the forum, she sees that she wrote a couple cryptic, partial messages in the past few days to some people, but doesn't remember. It's an emergency, so Des group posts to people who know about magic(Patrick and Newt), someone who knows about death(Daniel), and family(Billy and Marta).]

I need help.

[info]mcrory

Call: Atticus M, Mean-Eyed Cat, Dahlia H, Public

[A day or two after everything calms.]

[Call: Atticus M]
[Ring!]

[Locked to Mean-Eyed Cat Employees]
Everyone, check-in.

[Locked to Dahlia H]
Dahlia, how're you doing?

[Public]
If anyone needs any help with cleanup, just let me know. I'm pretty good with lifting heavy objects.

Sep. 12th, 2018


[info]slough

Mars M

[Locked to Mars M]
So, are you alive?

[info]cyprian

News, Dietre A, Louis D, Steve M, Damien W

[News: Sonrisa]
The day after the infrasound is silenced, while Repose is quietly trying to reassemble itself, the local art store's doors stay closed. The store is quiet, and the boy who'd been looking after the place is not seen around town at all in the days that follow.]

[Package delivered on Thursday AM to Dietre]
[The box itself is unassuming, sent from a packing store on the other side of the Capital. Inside are the typical packing peanuts and some bubble wrap around a box of sprinkled cherry poptarts, a pack of clove cigarettes, a men's cardigan sweater of green and yellow. It's a size small and smells like Oliver. At the very bottom of a box is a note wrapped around a small box of used watercolors. The note reads:]
Rose,
So I'm gone. I guess you might've realized by now. I never wanted Repose to be my home and with all of the bad shit that keeps happening, I decided to stop making it be. I don't know if you'll understand, but it is what it is. I've included in this box all of the things that make a gray day a blue one for me. Try them, they might work for you too.

~ Romeo


[Letter slipped beneath the door of Louis' store.]
It's time for me to split town. Thank you for everything you did for me. If Cris and Sam ever come back around, tell them thank you too.
Oliver

[Taped to the note is the key he kept for Sonrisa.]

[Envelope addressed to Steve at the Mean Eyed Cat]
[Inside is a folded up watercolor. On the back, there is writing.]
Steve,
Take care of yourself. I'm going East to do the same.
~ Oliver


[Left outside the Wainwright mansion with a note on top saying, To: Damian.]
[With no idea whether Damian and Misha still stay there, a small box is left on the steps of the old Wainwright place. It is brown cardboard and unassuming. Inside is a pewter tea canister with red tea leaves within. There is also a scrap of paper that simply reads Goodbye with a little O in the bottom right corner. And although it is addressed to Damian and makes no mention of Misha, there are two plain tea cups inside the box.]

[info]detached

Sadie M, Damian W

[Locked to Sadie and Damian, individually]

Cat left town.

[info]prosy

[Carnem: Hannah, Jack, Louis, Ren]

Who: Hannah, Jack, Louis, Ren
What: Visiting Carnem's AI park
Where: Beginning at the Capital airport
When: Fuzzy/future - we're going to call this one as happening when it concludes
Warnings/Rating: Who knows. TBD! (Westworld spoilers within.)

The flights into the park were varied. )

[info]innumerable

Jack P, Daniel W, Dahlia H

[Locked to Jack P]
Are you all right, Jack?

[Locked to Daniel W]
Daniel, tell me when's a good time.

[Locked to Dahlia H]
Dahlia.

Sep. 11th, 2018


[info]prosy

David P & Rory B, Mars M & Jamie M

[After a few days of being held at the Facility for testing.]

[Locked to David P & Rory B]
Hi. Are you two okay? Please be okay.

[Locked to Mars M & Jamie M]
Hi. Did bad things happen to anyone?

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