Repose

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What weekend is Pride in The Capital and who's heading out that way? Should we arrange a group thing? Carpooling? Party bus? I'm sure we can make the trip just as fun as the party out there.

( Texts to: Hector, Georgia, Ivy, Diego, Hugh & Leena )

[Texted to Dante. 11:03 AM]

Everything okay at work? I can come by for lunch if you want.

Mat and I are starting a coven. Want in?

[Early afternoon.]

Dante wanted me to text you. She's not up to dinner tonight, but I did manage to talk her into this.

[A few seconds later, the third photograph that they managed out of the set is sent through. Dante looks tired, but she's smiling, and they're close enough in the picture that Leena's arm is visible above Dante's shoulder and they're snugged in close, the faintest pink on Leena's cheeks. They look happy, if a little rough around the edges.]

( Text to Leena, May 15th, 4pm )

Who: Dante & Hector
What: A Valentine’s day chat
When: BACKEDATED: Feb 14th
Where: D&D Automotive, Repose // Brooklyn, NYC
Ratings/Warnings: Language. Always language.

( ’okayiloveyoubye' )

Audrey's missing. I'm going to Hugh's. [.....] I need you.

[Dante Z.]

Hi, are you busy?

[Dietre A.]

Hi.

[Rafe J., after Dante sent him the Agatha Christie Motherlode of questions]

I'm trying to make a list of everything we know right now, if/when you've got a few minutes maybe you could help me fill any blanks I've got?

[It's exactly 0300 hours when Rafe bolts upright in the bed, snapped out of a habitually light sleep by a sound that doesn't belong. Something alien and unwelcome, an intrusion on territory that is well and truly (and solely) his.

( It's a low sound, a rolling rumble, like localised thunder. A growl. )

He is alone. And yet he is not. And it doesn't make a bit of sense.

His phone is on the nightstand and he's snatched it up in his hand without thinking, punching in and sending a text just as automatically and thoughtlessly. It's only after the delivery confirmation blinks up next to the message that he recognises what he has done and by then it's too late to take it back.]

You awake?

[Odds are if he wasn't before the message came through, he is now.]

WHO: Hugh Christian
WHEN: Immediately following this, slightly after 3am.
WHERE: His bedroom.
SUMMARY: Something triggered Theodore's wards.
WARNINGS: Language, nothing too much.

( The noise was insistent and not his regular alarm. )


[Text: Audrey C, added around 3:30am]

-- Where did you go?
-- Audrey, darling, please answer me if you have your phone.

[Text: Rafe J., added around 4:20am]

-- If you've got a moment this morning I could use some professional related advice.

[Texts, sent separately in the early morning, after talking to Rafe: Noah NW and Hannah S]

Has Audrey contacted you today?

[Dante's been looking progressively more and more exhausted, distracted and worn over the course of the last three weeks. She's not really socializing outside of work. The messages come after she's gone home for the day around 8pm.]

[Group Text: Ivy & Diego.]
Hey! I've got some personal stuff that's come up. I'm trying to take care of it but I might gotta leave town to get it cleared out full. Sorry for the late text. Got some stuff I'm trying to handle that might take me out of town later this week. Trying to get it handled so I don't have to but big TBD on that. Can you two work together to get everything covered if I gotta bounce for a few days?

[Secured Text (encryption notification received on Georgia's side): Georgia]
How's the house?

[Forum: Holly.]
Where's good that no one will find you? Me. Not you. Inside town? Out? Just need to probably not be here. Couple days. TBD. Somewhere no one will follow

[Following this].

[text →audrey c.]

-- Hannah told me there's something with the house, I'm on my way, I'll knock when I get there, but don't worry about stuff, we'll figure it out when we get here, ok?

[text →zee l.]

-- Zee Bee, you're probably asleep, but I'm going to go get Audrey and bring her back here.
-- Hannah says there's weird shit going on at their house. If you get this before we're back, that's where I am, and i'll be back shortly

[After this. Late, or early, depending on how you look at it.]

[Locked to Audrey C]
[From upstairs, where she's packing a bag.] Audrey? Are you okay? You shouldn't stay here.

[Text to Si M]
[Because she promised.] Hi. You better be asleep.

[Added during this.]
[Text to Hugh C]
Hi. Hugh? There's something wrong in the house, something bad, and I can't stay, but Audrey won't leave, and she can't stay here alone. Please help.

[After fairly minimal communications since shortly after the middle of April unless Leena reached out to her... and possibly some avoiding of basically everyone. The text is sent around 10:30am.]

Hi. 👋🏽

[On her website, the morning after this.]

Artemis enters the chat.

[Several mornings after.]

I'm checking in.

[Texted, after receiving this.]

How goes it today?

( Mailed to: All Lakeside Mansion residents (hi neighbors); as well as Dietre A, Janus A, Leena B, Fiach B, Aedan B, Audrey C, Diego C, Eames, Christina F, Marta F, Rafe Jiménez, Harlow J, Billy K, Atticus M, Matilda M, Holly & Noah NW, Mal R, Mao S, Hannah S, Rey S, Clover W, Alex W, Dante Z )

[She didn't want to pick up their calls ever again, but whatever. After getting fed up with accumulating 99 unread texts, missed calls, FaceTimes (what reprobate even does that without warning somebody?) over the course of a few days, Mat finally decides to answer their call. Outside, any virginal-eared ambler on Main might've heard 'WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!' roaring from beyond the four-paneled glass of her apartment window. The oldhag witchfrenemy ultimately informed her of a certain, magically inclined girl kinda needing help being untrapped from a prisonic mansion situation. You could just show up, Mat. If you want. I know you like surprises, her perfectly right ass had said, but... I think I might text her first, got her number? Mat had deferred .... leaving out the fact that the first name and last initial was actually familiar. From, uhhh... trolling the public boards of the town.]

[TEXT:]

Greetings Hazel,

This is the Witch Bitch Liberation Club attempting to confirm this evenings delivery of a liberating witch bitch to liberate you, a bitch, and supposedly, also a witch.

The Dress Code for accepting this delivery is expensive and black.

Yours cruelly,

M. Montgomery

Plz text 😎 to confirm.

[Text: Doc (Georgia)]
The town is... Showing its colors on doing weird shit. It sounds like people are seeing and feeling shit? Possibly other people's shit? I haven't seen fuck all yet.

[Text: Papa (Hector)]
Ssoooooooooo, remember that talk we had about this town and how it's fucking weird?

[Text: Leena]
Town's at it again.
(Edited, sent later) Apparently some people are seeing some really really bad shit. Are you okay?

[Text: Hugh]
You okay? Any weird shit?

[OOC Note: Texts are sent through personally encrypted and secured channels. It appears to be a normal text to the person who has received it. The encryption does nothing but protects messages from potential prying eyes.]