Repose

[Mental: Nilus]
[Late at night.] Nilus? Am I catching you at a real bad time?

Poetry again today.


Oh, I am very weary,
Though tears no longer flow;
My eyes are tired of weeping,
My heart is sick of woe;

My life is very lonely,
My days pass heavily,
I’m weary of repining;
Wilt thou not come to me?

Oh, didst thou know my longings
For thee, from day to day,
My hopes, so often blighted,
Thou wouldst not thus delay!

Appeal
Anne Brontë, 1820 - 1849

Who: Tim and Stephanie
What: Getting coffee with the quickness
Where: Capital
When: Pre-plot.
Warnings: Just a little awkwardness.

( Tim Dawson rode a bike. )

Who: Jack P, Cat C, Adrian M, Dahlia H, open to Louis D and Destiny S
What: Gatecrashing a party
Warnings: Oh, throw 'em all in there, with this lot it could be anything and strong language from the start.

( The night was young. )