August 2020





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August 1st, 2020

[info]fastidious in [info]repose

[Secure line, Eames.]

You get a lecture on the missing car yet?

[info]solus in [info]repose


WHO: Leah & Hans, & Ren Solitaire
WHEN: Backdated to over the Fourth of July Weekend, prior to this.
WHERE: The Ogden house in the Capital.
SUMMARY: Leah's reflections on her son's visits.
WARNINGS: Family estrangement, but nothing too significant.

She wasn't certain that he seemed happy )

[info]salesman in [info]repose

[Posted anonymously.]

Does anyone know how difficult it is to sell something when somebody is just giving it away for free in doorstep antique sales?!?!

[info]ajar in [info]repose

Easy + Janus: a bar

Who: Easy and Janus
When: Recent
Warnings: Language, maybe

Gone a whole year without drinking )

[info]reposeverse in [info]repose

[Off the Record: August, Plot: Clocks]

Packages are sent to Repose's residents. They all contain pieces of the same timepiece, albeit in different colors:

The clock is small, just six inches high. Its shell and its clockwork are beautifully engraved with guilloche, shimmering as they're turned under the light. This effect, achieved by wheel-engraving metal and flooding it with enamel, creates a uniform ripple as pure as water in a pond.

Who owned it? Who commissioned it? The name on the face says 'Cartier,' but ask them after the serial number and the records, while proving its authenticity, are blank. Purchased by no one, commissioned by no one, and yet it exists - in pieces, but all too tangible.

It comes in colors, it does - in canary yellow, yes, but also in deep-sea blue, in lavender, soft as the Provence countryside, in the green of new grasses, starry black, or red as rouged cheeks, and more and more. It whispers of luxury - of an age where it was a gift from someone to someone else, or a warning of the passage of time. Where it was a treasured heirloom, or a valued investment, or a casual expense. Who can say? It is about one hundred years old, or appears to be. Edwardian edging into Art Deco, clean lines and geometry but lovely script numbers. The little knob on top is made of ivory, and it winds the hands, which are embellished with tiny mine-cut diamonds.

Rich and fabulous and spotless - not a chip in the enamel, not a speck of dust under the glass. When together, it whirs fabulously.

But now it is apart, in pieces. It will not whir again, unless it is made perfectly, perfectly whole.

[info]curandera in [info]repose


Are we meant to trust this letter and the piece of a clock which was given to us? Mine is a coppery red that looks like blood, and I am not certain I trust someone who would take apart an antique clock in this way.

[She posts a link to a picture of her clock piece, to better illustrate the color.]

[info]witchtrials in [info]repose


[after she's done binge-watching what we do in the shadows, season 2 & physically hurt from laughing, then & only then:]

i'm looking to buy yellow pieces of a thing. hmu.