Repose

[FLEET: Misha B]
You are meant to say something, according to the agreement we made, rather than go silent. What is it I have done?

[Mary didn't know anything about the man she was meeting to pick up the dog. She did know that he managed to stress Patrick out (which was impressive) and probably had no idea that the second someone from animal control saw that dog, it was probably dead. Didn't matter how nice it was acting now, it would still be put in quarantine in a shelter, have to go through legal evaluation and by then it would be scarred for life. She knew people in the city that could hold onto a dog until things died down and she also- well she could communicate with animals. So, it was easy for her to tell if it had even bit the woman in the first place.

She pulled up in front of the gym in her pickup truck, still dressed in her ranger gear with that big old hat. Mary turned the lights off, slowly rumbling the truck off so it didn't get any attention. Most of the people who cared about the dog were in the woods now, gaping at elk, but she still didn't want to be seen trafficking this dog out of town. She walked up to the gym, looking up at the big building that must have been a fire station at some point. She knocked on the door and said:] It's Mary! [To try and get this guy's attention.]

→ They say a poetess drowned herself by the pond beyond Main Street. After the flood of 1908, says the local rumor mill, she weighed down her skirts and waded in after being rejected by her lover. She's been sighted lingering at the edge of the water at 2 a.m. this month, and if you approach her she'll recite one of her many works and give you romance advice suited to Miss. Havisham.

→ In the Capital, the local university is enjoying winter in July, and there’s not a snowblower in sight. They're calling it a "weather phenomenon," air quotes mandatory, and meteorologists are flocking to the school campus, where a comfortable, light snow has begun and continues for two weeks. For two weeks, summer is interrupted by snow angels, snowball fights and sledding, and campus is crowded with non-students enjoying the temporary relief. The incident is isolated to school grounds, and those with the right (or left) ear to the ground might hear rumors of a student on summer break up to mischief around Hall Way.

→ A traveling roadside museum pops up between Repose and the Capital, and though the tent itself is gray and fraying at the edges, what's inside is definitely a draw. Foot traffic starts out slow, but cars line the highway by Sunday despite the heat, and they've all come to see the supposed carcass of a real vampire. Reporters aren't allowed in, no matter how much they beg the strange old owner for admittance, and paying visitors are treated to a dark, stuffy tent and the richly-garbed corpse of a mummified gentleman. Bad tea is served afterward in a poorly-assembled replica of a Victorian entertainment. The whole stunt would be unimpressive, if the animals surrounding the tent weren't being drained of all their blood nightly.

[Word around the underground is a town called Karma's Bite in Second City has a new mayor named Riddle. Some say he's a terrifying necromancer, other people think he's the kind of guy they need to make sure no one fucks with Karma's Bite again. The town offers a dingy bar, drugs, a place to relive your own memories and plenty of weird and dangerous things for sale.]

[Sunday, while a brunch is held in the Capital to honor a filthy rich and corrupt politician, the homes of his three biggest supporters are broken into. Three "uncrackable safes" are left open with nothing in them. Each home has their most valuable pieces of art taken. Oh, and then there's the pesky fact that all of their bank accounts were emptied on Saturday, with notifications about the transactions delayed until their attendance at the gala for Mr. Corrupt Politician. Despite countless security steps in place, there's nothing caught on the cameras, and on-site security guards have nothing to report. It's a victimless crime, really, and the politician's afternoon press conference promises impressive rewards for information. Unfortunately, his house is cleared out during the press conference, and while there is copious surveillance showing youths clad in black and with their faces covered? There's nothing solid to go on, and his security is left trussed up in their underthings. Shame, really.]

[Eddie N]

[While waiting for Hiro's ranger-friend.]

I would have given you an update but you installed a town, which would render my update about a town, obsolete.

[Cat C]

[Hiro-watch.]

Satisfying?

[Public, anon]
[After this.]

WTF elk?

[Locked individually to Cat, Damian W, Claire J]

I'm back.

The poetess gives lovely advice, but then she told me that a gentleman needed to wear more clothes to attract a suitable wife, if a gentleman was what I was.

10/10 will go again

[Locked to Eddie N]
Tell me, Riddle, do you have a real estate office in your little town, or can someone just purr at you about a place to stay when she visits?

[Locked to Reece E]
Are you in the mood for snow and business propositions, darling?

[ETA]
[Locked to Stephanie M]
Tell me how things are in my old stomping ground, kitten.