Repose Verse (reposeverse) wrote in repose, @ 2017-07-23 14:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~plot: off the record |
[off the record: 7/23-8/13]
→ 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.