Repose

[Locked to Sasha J]
[Once she receives Eddie's note.]
Well, I can't decide if I'm more upset he's gone, or if I'm more hopeful he'll find what he's looking for out there.

[Locked to Bruce W]
I'd hate to give the impression that I care, but reassure me that there haven't been any additional explosions.

[In-person, Capital: Reece E]
[The driver led him through The Rex, where the line to get inside wound around the corner, even with the frigid cold. Inside, where the dress code was anything but casual, bodies crowded around gaming tables piled high with green. Heads were bowed close in serious discussions, and guards were hidden, save for their earpieces. Drinks flowed freely for all players, and the atmosphere was one of unrepentant decadence.

The driver continued upward, proving himself to be more than a driver, and he ushered Reece into Cat's rooms. Three young women, dressers, were waiting inside the open seating area, their ridiculously expensive wares hung on metal racks. A tailor, young and male, was waiting with them. Beyond, in the closed off sleeping area, the lights were doused dark. Oh, Cat was there, but she was content to let the women and men fuss over the anachronism for now.]

I tried to be sneaky to find something to get you, but you don't talk much in public on here. All I know is that you have two big dogs. So the question ends up being, what would you like for Christmas (or whatever winter holiday you choose to celebrate)?

[Bruce W]
[Because she told Cat she would.]

Hey B-Dubs. You good? [...] Do you happen to remember that list of people I gave you?