Repose

Who: Nirvana & Kill the Crow
What: floating, boating, revealing
Where: the Lake
When: just after plot (and this)
Warnings/Rating: TBD

( Perhaps friendship was mundane. He liked it all the same. )

I'm looking for a man who wore leather and wanted to dance in the woods. You quoted Beyoncé and we talked about promises. Did you make it home safely?

Who: Raven
What: Reveal(ish), narrative, news(ish)
Where: The woods and Cisco's RV
When: The morning after
Warnings/Rating: None.

( She was no longer ordinary )

Who: Marta and Flash
What: Arcade Time
Where: Repose's Arcade
When: The day after the day after
Warnings/Rating: Possibly. Will update if needed. Probably some depression/angst/issues at the least.

( Laundry quarters in her pocket (as promised), she walked toward the arcade )

[Connie G]
so on a scale of one to r. kelly how stuck are you somewhere this time

[Patrick G]
you go?? or were you too busy with the boy scouts?

Did you find someone to drown you?

[Newt P]

Did you survive that?

[Louis D]

I would be remiss to ask if that went somewhere on the scale between awful and wonderful.

["Nameless"]

Were you pitched into a night of everyone lacking names, or did you sit that dance out?

Is it my turn to do check-ins? Checking in, now you.

Who: Atticus & Cisco
What: Retrieval
Where: The woods
When: Sunrise, and beyond
Warnings/Rating: Sickness

The burning in his shoulder had become too much to bear. Knew that was dramatic. Knew that sounded dramatic. Had read it in fiction over and over, and had always thought it was a copout. Lazy writing. Didn't explain how something felt. Hadn't ever understood until this moment. His shoulder had become too much to bear.

The wound, which stuck to a dark sweater that was sopping in sweat, was red, angry and raised at the edges. His arm screamed when he moved it. Another phrase he understood better now. His arm screamed when he moved it, and his body fevered as it tried to fight off infection. Like a transplant that a body wanted to reject, Atticus' body was attempting to reject the bite. Knew the science behind it. Stephen had explained it all. Atticus, in turn, had tried to explain it to Matt. Wasn't something that could be healed. Just needed to run its course. The moon was soon. If he survived the moon, then he would be out of the water.

Out of the water. That phrase was a better one. More visual, while being less descriptive. That phrase could stay. Muddled thoughts as he crawled away from the lakehouse. The sun was up now, but the air was still freezing. Was freezing himself, despite the sopping sweat that dripped fat droplets from the end of his raggedy curls. Had been a hard month. Had more than a few days' growth on his cheeks. Looked a mess. Felt a mess.

Slumped against a tree. Closed his eyes. The burning in his shoulder had become to much to bear. He yelled. Wasn't exactly a howl, but it was close. He yelled. Head tipped back. Eyes closed. Was the last bit of energy he had, but the fuck you issued to the sky felt meaningful. This entire situation reminded him of a vampire and a cellar, and he was supremely tired of this bullshit.

[Public]

Somebody had a knightly night. I owe you a drink.

[Bat-mansion+]

Is everyone not in need of medical attention?

[MJ W]

Hey. You okay?

[Locked to Cat C]
Hey, boss.

[Locked to Jude C]
How'd it go at the party, sport?

[Text: Harry R]
wyd?

[Public]
Did you buy your canoe, captain?

[Locked to Destiny S]
What kind of guy would I be if I didn't check on my soon-to-be dinner companion?

[Locked to Newt P]
Yo, friend to animals everywhere, you make it out all right?

You were looking to start a new society in the woods based on secrets. I was the girl who wanted furs and gold.