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November 22nd, 2017


[info]cyprian in [info]repose

quicklog: jude and oli @ pizza

Who: Oli & Jude
What: Brotherly reunion over pizza.
Where: Repose's pizza parlor
When: Current.
Warnings: Nada.

From the basement of Sonrisa to the fallen-dusk cold of Repose's mild mannered streets, Oliver was struck with nostalgia, or deja vu, or whatever the proper word for recurring wonder was. Oliver didn't know, he figured Jude would know as his brother knew most words for most things, but Oliver must have grown beyond the curiosity of asking at some point. Something about growing older or growing apart.

Whatever, the point was that fall felt familiar. It felt like the new beginning that the boys had promised themselves all that time ago when they'd first come to this stupid town with all of the stupid people that Oliver had somehow managed to grow fond of despite himself.

Mercy, it was biting cold, and Oliver hustled quickly along the sidewalk for fear of losing his fingertips or the end of his nose due to Everest-like exposure. There might have been some blame to befall himself if Oliver was capable of stopping long enough to scoop it up in claim -- after all, he'd optioned out of wearing a jacket or coat because his new sweater was a perfect, idyllic blue that matched his Starry Night sneakers. His mustard yellow corduroys had to of been a few years old by now, and there were clues of different colored paint speckles around the knees and the pockets and the hems at his ankles. It was a timeline that could be traced back through Oliver's gray period, his green period, his red.

Okay, so finally, the pizza spot! Oliver blew through the door with chattering teeth and the brass-blond of his poorly-colored hair sticking up like coils of wire. Oliver was on time. In fact, Oliver was five minutes early, which he realized while using numb fingertips to check the glowy front of his cell phone with dark eyes squinting from behind new glasses. Jude, of responsibility and precision, was surely already here, so Oliver scanned the booths as he walked up through the parlor with a sudden and bizarre kind of dread that told him he wouldn't recognize his brother at all.

[info]mareas in [info]repose

Dahlia H, Connie G, Mary M

[Locked to Dahlia H]
My dude: http://asylums.insanejournal.com/repose/734295.html

[Locked to Connie G]
Did they take you, or did you ask to go? Or should I inquire with Adrian?

[Locked to Mary M]
My girl? All right over there?

[info]solus in [info]repose

Claire Johnson

[Claire J.]
I promised you I'd find a way to watch videos. I think I did that.