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October 8th, 2019


[info]abaddeal in [info]repose

locked to heath f

Hello, Heath. We chatted a bit a few weeks ago. My family knew yours about a decade ago, if that sounds familiar.

[info]lightsome in [info]repose

[News: Over Repose]

[A bright white light illuminates the Repose sky on Tuesday evening. For those in the know, the light is a holy light, and it shrouds the town for a full minute, coating the entire sky in a pure and unbroken light that shines in windows and makes the entire town fog-white for the duration. For those without religious or supernatural abilities, it's just a blinding light, and the Next Door app is flooded with comments about UFOs, aliens, and the local military base. Videos are uploaded, and storm hunters and supernatural enthusiasts will likely flood the town for a few days after seeking a point of origin. The only noticeable thing that happens during the light is that the two boys that live on the lake are nowhere to be seen afterwards, but they spend a lot of time out of town, and so it's not that disconcerting.]

[info]elfen in [info]repose

[Note: Left for Adrian M]

[It is delivered to Ren's place of business, since Patrick does not have an address. The letter arrives at the coffee shop in an envelope, addressed to Adrian March, c/o Ren Solitaire. Inside, in Patrick's familiar scrawl:]

My bro,

I am old-fashioned, as you know, and therefore am writing this on paper and with a pen. I wanted to let you know that I am returning to Arborlon. There is something I did not take care of there that must be taken care of definitively before I can return to life here to build a life. I expect Newt will come with me, though that choice will be his to make. I would have come to see you, but you are inside a trunk, dude, and perhaps I did not wish to have a bad interaction with you before returning home. This does not mean I expect bad things to occur, but one never knows.

Take care of yourself until I return,
your bro.


[Written on the outside, a note to Ren:]

Ren, take care of him, man. - P.