Repose

Who: Hunter Reed & Damian Wainright
What: meeting? arguing? who knows!
Where: the manor
When: recently
Warnings/Rating: TBD

( It was neither early nor late. )

[Delivery.

A package with a CD, an astonishingly disconnected portable disc player (without bluetooth, gasp!, they still sell those?) and, discordantly, the first headphones that came up on Google.

And, anxious, he adds silly socks and a sweater. Because apparently Sam is being banished to the Arctic circle and left there to die.]

[Public]

Agony aunts. Are they still in vogue?

[Louis D]

Alright?

[Cat C]

[Just drunk enough.] So it's been three years since I moved to this town and gave or took anything to or from anyone. And I doubt very much I did it before. Tell me how it works, for normal people.

[Private to Sasha]

I've returned! You don't want to know what I had to do for this rune.

[Private to Cat]

You'll be happy to hear that our fair city hasn't sunk into the ocean. I brought you back a little souvenir.

[Public]

Prince themed show this weekend at the carnival. Wear purple and get 50% off a ticket. [...] Also, for future reference, please do not feed the clowns. They get handsy.