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February 9th, 2016


[info]housebroken in [info]repose

Sparrow D/Rory B

I must see you.

[info]atrophy in [info]repose

The Mean-Eyed Cat & beyond: Cat C & Reece E

Who: Cat Catalone & Reece Eos
What: dancing, maybe
Where: the Mean-Eyed Cat to start
When: recently
Warnings/Rating: TBD

It was later than Reece realized, and he had to walk with his chin tucked into his thin, ribboning scarf against the twilight-born wind that sluiced down Main Street. )

[info]wants in [info]repose

public, Connie G, Evelyn W, Meredith J, Stephanie M

[Public, as Cris M.]
Can anybody tell me the best places to go get a quick drink in the Capital, near downtown? Beer, whiskey, nothing fancier than that.

[Locked to Connie G]
Thanks for the yellow animal I keep getting hit in the head with.

[Locked to Evelyn W]
Thanks for the stuff, Evelyn. That was real nicea you and we appreciate it.

[Locked to Meredith J]
How you doing? You hear bout the baby?

[Locked to Stephanie M]
Everything falling apart without me?

[info]carnivalking in [info]repose

quicklog: eddie/cat (blowing up a building!)

[Late Wednesday afternoon looked good on the Repose forest. Light filtered horizontally through trees, the crispness of the air hadn't started to pinch through clothing and fellow nocturnal creatures started to wake up. Eddie missed the sound of people, but hooting owls would have to do. After tonight, he'd spend another few days looking after the carnival and the head back to the city. There was work for him there, things only he could get done and he liked feeling important again. And, as for Bruce? All signs pointed to the playboy philanthropist running off on some adventure, leaving his money and friends behind once again. Eddie used to be furious, but he was past that now. He could feel his snakeskin shedding, forming a new man under the old.

Speaking of snakes: Eddie and Cat had a job to to do. Blow the foundation of the snake house, make the damn thing crumble and then go drink the memory of what happened there away. The drive up to the house wasn't as raucous as last time; the thrill of adventure was replaced with a sense of duty. That familiar heaviness of responsibility to fix something only those in the grey could.

At least the explosion would feel good.

Eddie had stolen some of Bruce's Shadow-only C4 and while he wasn't looking forward to lugging it all down to the basement by himself, he was willing. Once the UTV was parked, he turned the motor off, looked at the house and then glanced to Cat.] Want me to go? You can stay here and keep watch.