Repose

[late as f.]

what
is even happening
right now

[Locked to Jude C]
Where are Cat and the creepy Russian Michael Jackson impersonator?

[Locked to Jason W]
Hey, killer.

Can I paint the walls here? Or is that disallowed?

Who: Élan
What: Leaving
Where: Addams Family Mansion
When: Current
Warnings/Rating: Newp.

( What binds us )

[After a certain clandestine meeting, and during the lockdown chaos, twenty million dollars is embezzled from various Tethys accounts. The money doesn't go to any one specific place, but is instead liquidated into cash via anonymous accounts through the Capital and surrounding areas. Security camera footage show two men, who are identified as a couple of mid-level mafia thugs from New Jersey, hitting up numerous banks to withdraw the money. They are last spotted on the east side of the city before they manage their getaway.

It's a nearby-ish "farm" that alerts the authorities. ("Farm" if only because the owners have an obnoxious number of animals around. Not that they actually farm anything.) They do not call to say that the men were spotted, but that there is hair and human teeth in their pigs' excrement. DNA testing and a recreation of dental records eventually confirm the remains as the two men from the security footage.

The twenty million in cash? Conveniently missing.]

[Friday afternoon, first responders are called to the lake after a local fisherman calls in having found someone unconscious on the shore. The details surrounding how he came to be on the shore, drenched and hypothermic, are fuzzy. It's when he's finally settled in at the hospital that he manages to answer any questions. It's nothing more than names, however. Atticus. Carver. Will. Michael. He manages little more than that before falling asleep once more. It's not a restless sleep, however. This one is fraught by movement and jerks, a rapid heartbeat. Nightmares. Eventually, mild sedatives are used and the restlessness ceases.

Hospital officials make efforts to contact those that were named, starting with those who have less common names. Phone calls are made and messages are left.]

[Connie G]

So this work thing. Atticus says you're the boss.

Who: Jack P
What: Blitzkrieg
When: Post-all the death
Warnings: Nada, save language

( It was the dog that bloody did it )

[In the local paper (the one nobody reads, save the back-page ads) there's a momentary lapse in the poor judgment of whoever hauls together the dregs of journalism and calls it worthy of a business. An article, to be specific. Not on the front page of the paper but toward the back and the grammatical slips throughout grow the further away from the front page you get, so it suggests poor editing all around. Regardless. It's an article, a sharp little portrait of the dog, the shop, the blood smeared down Main and a pithy summary of recent mysterious events and the turn to the decidedly weird, a suggestion of the Facility being on the outs with the recent manhunt indication enough that on the outs was dangerous to all who lived within distance. The article is buried, the pen-sketch of a woman who'd owned the oldest animal in the county for thirty years rates higher billing in this particular edition of the paper but still. Something reasonably close to worth reading]

What did you learn today?

What did you find on the Internet that made you laugh?

Who do you want to make out with?

What's in your netflix queue this weekend?

What was the last thing you shoved in your face hole that made your taste buds super happy?

( I took a buzzfeed quiz )

[oliver k]

they've done clean-up. safe as houses out there now, promise.

[ceil l]

i hear you're back in town, hello, sunshine.

[louis d]

state of the union, please and thank you.

[daniel w]

i take your silence as sulking for the non-production of libations. can i make due sacrifice at the altar of tiny feline in order to buy good graces again?

[cat c]

could you be alive? please? now, preferably.

[sasha j]

summary greeting before do you know where your sister is?

[seven m]

so there's a world of ways to begin this, but let's start with hello.

[Locked to Michael C, Will R, Carver A]
[After a phone call.]

Anyone else get a call?

[After Gwen has missed the fourth appointment. From her office phone at the lab.]

Ring, ring.

[Iris could see the confusion in Sam's eyes as she left, but she hoped that she'd said enough to be able to come back in a day or two and pick up in a better place.

...if she hadn't decided to leave because of her visions. Awareness? She still didn't even know what to call it.

She'd been hoping to avoid Cris, knowing it would be easier for both of them, but he was on the stairs as she held TJ's hand and went back down to the street. She gave him a smile (small, like most all of hers were) and a soft "welcome back" as TJ jumped down another step. And then she was turning her attention back to the girl, making sure that no one was going to go tumbling down the rest of the way.

It didn't take long to get back out to the street, and far from what Sam was expecting, watching from upstairs, Iris and TJ (hand in hand) began walking back toward the house. It would be a long walk, but they took the dogs for long walks. And they could always stop and rest whenever they needed to.

Iris walked them along for a block (TJ skipping along next to her) before slowing a little and pulling out her phone. While walking:]

We're walking home.