Repose

Who: Burden & Cass
What: Who knows?
Where: The Mean-Eyed Cat
When: An evening
Warnings/Rating: Doubtful

The Mean-Eyed Cat was plenty crowded, but that was normal given the time of year. Folks liked drowning their sorrows during the holiday season, and misery loved company. Tonight, it was warm in the wood-paneled space, and Burden was tending bar until closing.

He stood behind the counter, dressed unremarkable, his jean jacket shucked off hours ago and tucked beneath the bar. He was singing along with a real old classic as he poured one out for a girl in a sweater that wasn't thick enough for the weather outside. And he had a real good voice, did Burden. Pitch perfect and crystal clear, and that was evident even with the balls at the pool table clanking against each other.

Speaking of the pool table, there was a game going on there for money. Burden, he didn't so much as blink about it. He didn't see a thing wrong with it, and he wasn't afraid to toss folks out if they needed it. For now, he just kept an eye on the pool table as he filled drinks, and he switched songs when Johnny did, singing along just as pure. And he was watching, and don't you think he wasn't. Father Amos, he had a lot to say about this town, a lot of interest in the moving of demons here. There had even been whisperings of Hellhounds and a Hellgate, and, more recently, whispering about the Devil himself hanging out hereabouts. Burden, he reckoned if the Devil was willing to go to Georgia, then Repose probably wasn't real out of the question.

Who: Burden and Damian
What: An encounter
Where: Father Amos' church in the Capital, Red Light District
When: Sunday evening service
Warnings/Rating: Religion?

( Burden, he hadn't forgot the invitation he'd issued on Repose's forums. )

[locked to misha b]

[After this.] Misha?

[locked to claire j]

Claire, did I see you post something? Are you here?

[After some time perusing the forums. He is pleased his credentials have been approved. As Damian W.]

Hello.

[Just prior to this and this, all archived posts/comments by Damian Wainright and Misha Bellamy are gone from the forums. Existing conversations show a gap where their responses should appear.]

Who: Burden Bell
What: Some rogue-ing
Where: A gala in the Capital → Father Amos' church
When: Nowish / After Heaven rewinds his tiny life (in order to avoid a prophesy), and then 23 years until nowish.
Warnings/Rating/Stuff: None

( Burden took his leave of the seminary dorm late that cold night. )

Lovelies? How are you?

[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.]

[Some time after this. And after a few strong drinks, not that they do much for him.]

Have I particularly neglected or abused you?

[Locked to Lucifer M]
Once more you have forgotten you have a son.

ETA: [Locked to Misha B]
[Not on FLEET, obviously.]

Habibi.

[Locked to Iris M+Manning T+Misha B]
You are alive?

[Locked to Adrian M]
Hello, Adrian March.

[Locked to Leena B]
Hello.

[It starts real quiet and real slow, but Adrian's minders, they take to talking 'bout the benefits of letting Adrian out, of watching him in an environment that ain't the cell he's been confined too. Course, there are a whole lot of discussions 'bout liability and whether it's worth the risk Adrian would pose out there in the world. The heated discussions turn, real slow and, seemingly, natural, and decisions are finally made to give it a go. They reckon it's safe 'nough, valuable 'nough, as long as Adrian wears the injector and GPS, and they convince themselves they can get to him real easy and quick, should he have another incident. In the name of science, they start obtaining all the necessary signatures to release Adrian as a new project, one with a yet to be determined designation.]

[FLEET: Misha B]
[After this.]

Mishael.

[Public]

What if there were no pie at all?

[Adrian M]

[After hearing nothing.] Kid.

[Public]

Got to say. For the record? Glad I didn't get caught up in this one. I'm not musical.

[Newt P]

My turn to check in. You heard from Adrian, much?

[ETA: Dietre A]

Hey kid. Heard from Adrian?

[Mental (Adrian/Sue)]

[He's planning on posting on the forums, but he checks, on a whim, and realizes that Adrian ain't at home. So, 'stead of writing, he pokes at them, and he waits on an answer.]

You can think on back at me. No one will be able to tell.

[After all the festivities.]

[Locked to Adrian M]
Adrian?

[Locked to Marta F]
Hello, Marta.

[Locked to Misha B]
Hello.

[Locked to Ren S]
Ah, hello.

This is your reminder to come see a play this weekend. There's dancing and singing and ridiculousness.

[Hannah S.]

A) You are doing kind of amazing on the play and B) we haven't talked for a while.

[Cast & Crew of Spamalot]

Last week here - Let's do this.

[There are a few assorted homemade cookie deliveries around town, as Claire is wont to do.
One to Janus: You are too smart for me. How have you manipulated me into making you cookies all the time? ~Claire
One to Hannah: Thank you for being you. Dinner soon. ~Claire
One to Ren: You certainly picked an interesting show. ~Claire
One to Misha: Love you. No matter what. ~Claire
One to Alex: I hope the new job is going well! Thank you for the story time! ~Claire
And TWO to Kratos: For the both of you. Thank you, again. ~Claire]

[Text: Lucifer M]
Will you be coming to Rome?

[Letter: Daniel W]
( A letter penned thoughtfully, in French, on her heavy pristine white stationary. )