Repose

It's hideous.

[Locked to Louis D]
[Immediately getting to work.]
I'm told you own the hockshop in town. I was wondering if you could keep an eye out for something specific for me?

[Locked to Jack P]
[Likewise.]
I'm told you're the local newshank. How would I go about getting a subscription?

[Locked Helena M]
[Because she saw her name, and then passed near to the general store.]
It is truly a wonderfully small world. I thought I'd have no one at all to barber with while I was here.

[Delivered, courtesy the outer store, wrapped in brown paper and with a tag that reads 'for Heathcliff' attached, it's not exactly a replica of the biohazard but it has a CD of Maria Callas shoved down the side of the cushions. You're welcome, Daniel]