Repose

[Public: anon]

There are wolves in the woods, at least someone has anonymously confessed to being a demon of some kind. What, if we were making a list of weird shit you find in Repose, would make the list?

[Public]

no poetry

no sales pitches

no bordellos

There are times when I see the kind of old I want to be. Like Dorothy who does a wicked plié at seventy with flexibility I only dream of still having at forty. What's on your 'fabulous after fifty' list, the stuff you want to be when you're too old to give a crap?

Who: Ash Reynard and Dahlia Haight
What: Obligatory therapy
Where: Ash's office
When: Sunday morning
Warnings/Rating: TBD?

( How does that make you feel? )

[Marta F]
[After a letter gets delivered to the gym.] you doin alright? i heard there was some trouble.

[Destiny S]
hey girl. marta is stayin at yr place now yeah?

[Pat G]
hey. [...] sorry.

[As promised, a wooden crate arrives at Dahlia's gym containing five apothecary bottles full of sleeping draft. The potion itself is a dark purple, but not overly thick. Newt includes instructions on a scroll, indicating that not much is required for a sound sleep. He suggests a few tablespoons, but no more. It can be used every night, as desired, without any side effects.]

[Locked to Dahl H]
Dude, are you up for a houseguest?

[Locked to Mouse]
My girl, how goes it?

This was on my iPod this morning ;)

Busy?

[Locked to Jack P]
Hello, Jack.

[Locked to Dahlia H]
Hello, Dahlia.

[Locked to Cat C]
Did you make it to the gala?

[Locked to Louis D]
Hello.

[Locked to Daniel W]
Daniel, how are you?

[Originally, she intends to just post with her name, because she's not ashamed or anything. In the end, it's just legal-military-big!bad concerns that make her post anonymously. All comments are anonymous unless stated otherwise.]

[Public!]
Hi! I need a local john.

[Locked to Destiny S]
[Per this.]

Hello, Destiny, you know Marta, don't you?

[Locked to Dahlia H]
Hello, Dahlia.

[Locked to Adrian M]
Hey, bro, I guess you know Con and Nat are gone.

[Locked to Jack P]
I am the last person you expected to hear from, right?

[Locked to Newt P]
I am within my 15 minute window.

[Locked to Dahlia H]
Man.

[All come through late into the night]

[locked to connie g]

[After talking to Patrick.] Hi. Are you okay?

[locked to cat c]

Sorry for running off.

[public]

[Anon, locked away from Patrick and Newt.]

So what do you do when someone you care about tells you that you're frightening but won't say why or what you did?[After this, the public portion of the post is deleted.]

[Julia L.]

Hi. Still in town?

[F. Eames]

I missed a message. Sorry about that.

[Dahlia]

How are you, Dahlia?

[PJ.]

Hello.

Who: Dahlia & Mars
What: Girls! and Pizza!
Where: Dahlia's gym
When: Recently
Warnings: None.


Pizza delivery had not been on the revenge bucket list for today's activities, but Mars wasn't going to turn down the ten dollar tip that'd been already been paid for along with the order placed online(paid for by one named D. Sokol). Besides, getting out of the pizza parlor and its attached apartment was bound to do her some good. On these good kind of days, she was a cranky waitress in the pizza parlor and on the bad days she was bed bound underneath blankets -- neither option allowed for very much sun or the recommended daily vitamin D, which she supposedly needed(if the old Hailsham doctors could be trusted for a goddamn thing). Mars wasn't entirely sure that the doctors could be, but she wasn't too proud to take advice, even if it came from silently-sworn enemies.

It was a good day for being outside actually, and Mars didn't get many of those. The town was beginning to warm up and in reponse, her bones were hurting less as the cold gave way to green. Warmth meant that Mars got to wear white shorts, lemonade sandals, and heart-shaped sunglasses with violet lenses. The entire look was very 'sherbert-colored rebirth of the ingenue'. Her tee shirt was aqua with capped babydoll sleeves and a fuzzy kitten's screamy face screen printed in the middle.

It probably wasn't surprising, but Mars had yet to even walk past the local gym. Before this delivery order had been placed, she hadn't known such a place existed. Revenge was understandably time consuming, and there weren't a lot of days off for small town sightseeing. Even if there had been time and days off from the raining-on-a-sister's-parade business, Mars would never have willingly spent her free time at a gym. Punching objects had to be the very last thing a brittle boned chick with insurmountable anger issues needed. Sure, it could have been therapeutic, but Mars was way more likely to seriously injure herself than conquer any of her deep-rooted issues. So, no. She had no reason to know where the gym was before this day, but she still found the place easily enough. Mars didn't know who the pie was supposed to go to, so she just pushed her way inside the door with her hip while juggling the large pizza box in one hand and her phone in the other. She figured that she could just hand it off to the first person she saw.

[Leena B]

Hello, Mallory.

[Dahlia H]

So the gym's up and running. Think you could teach me to hit something?

[Like, instantly after this.]

[Patrick G]
fuCK

[Destiny S]
shit fuc k shit fUCKKKKKkk

Who: Jessica & Dahlia
What: A reunion.
Where: The (good) diner.
When: Recently.
Warnings: Swears, suggestive content, but tame.

( She hadn’t even been open a week, and already she was getting complaints about her shop... )

[News: The Gym & Woods]
[After being closed and extremely vacant for months, light begins to appear regularly in the old roadhouse. A familiar bike is spotted parked outside. A few days later, the gym re-opens to the public without fanfare, or even an announcement 'bout it. Aside from an very limited class schedule in the evenings, business is—per usual—quiet. The owner is otherwise scarce. The help wanted sign on the door remains.

Deeper in the woods, the trailer on pack territory has been empty ever since shit went haywire. It remains that way for the time being.]

[Separately: Newt P, Jack P, Steve M, Cat C, Pat G, Destiny S, Marta F, Cisco D]
[Going through missed messages. Figures she should say something, but doesn't really know what to say.]

hey

[After she sees some of the posters up around town. She thinks about it a long time before posting anything. Same message, but individual locks, as usual for her.]

[Aedan B, Patrick G, Dahlia H, Steve M, Destiny S, Daniel W]

how are you? do you think you'll go to the book thing?


[Tim D]
[She took the card when he'd left it on the seat next to her. And because she no longer things anything is coincidence in this town, she looks through the forums and finds a "Tim D". Posted Anonymously to start.]

Detective Tim D?

[After this.]

[Locked to Newt P]
Darling?

[Locked to Eddie N]
Edison.

[Locked to Dahlia H]
Alright, show your face. It's important.

[Locked to Mean-Eyed Cat employees: Steve, Claire, Tod]
I know it's short notice, but can someone cover me for the next week or so? I'm going to be in the Capital.

[Text: Reece E]
You can say I told you so.