Repose

I found a set of keys outside of the theater last night.

If they belong to you, stop by the Senator.

[Locked to Hunter R]
[Outdoors, and therefore unaware of ghost-things.]

I am communicating to inquire about your health.

[Horribly early. Ring.]

[After this.]

[Locked to Jason W]
I found her. Her and another girl. She's okay, huh? Shaken and she don't trust me even a lil bit, but I told her you asked after her.

[Locked to Oliver K & Hunter R & Jason W (+ Sam A, if she wants to look)]
We gotta couple guests staying upstairsa in the shop. Oliver and Jason, you know Gwen already, huh? The thing is, I need you guys to keep the information to yourself on this. Don't tell nobody, that's paramount. Nobody. It could put em in danger and I'm trusting you with the information. Just do that for me, please. We're gonna keep running as usual otherwise.

[After some deliberation; might as well try a different approach this time. As Bruce W.]

My timing is unintentionally fortunate. Old chemicals being released due to lack of supervision is a likely stor... better care should be taken in the future.

[Early morning, around daybreak.]

[Locked to Connie G]
Tell me how you're doing, chica.

[Locked to Atticus M]
Looks like you got yourself un gran admirador, brother.

[Locked to Hunter R]
How's Ted? Can I come round to get him tomorrow?

[Public, as Sheriff Martin]
Anybody with any further complaints, concerns, or questions bout the chemical fog can reply here or call the station and ask for me, and I'll try to help as best I can.

[Public]

I hate how quiet this place gets at night.

[As 'Pesha']

Dateless for V-day is a statement, but dateless for post-Hallmark cynicism and discount chocolate is just sad.

Don't be that sad guy. [Phone number. His 'office' burner, naturally.]

Who: Oliver & Hunter, possibly dogs!
What: Oliver has tea and glue and wallpaper
Where: Sonrisa.
When: The morning that the fog clears.
Warnings: Probably not?

[It was the morning after the mist when Sonrisa opened again. The little art store had stayed closed during the strange cloud cover, as Sam was still away on her baby business and Oliver was too estranged by Nyquil and bad vibes to make it out of the house. The fact that these feelings were not wholly reserved as his own was made obvious by the journals, and he wasn't worried about being harassed for not opening the store. Maybe if more windows were broken there would be an issue, but he was fingers-crossed wincing with hope for the opposite when he finally finally keyed the door open on the following Monday.

Despite the longevity of the fog, today hadn't been one of his gray days. Today, Oliver wore yellow in his head. The woven yarn of a black Oxford sweater with the starched collar of pink and green swirling like a peppermint stick from underneath. He wore black jeans and black shoes too, but black wasn't gray, and today wasn't a gray day, so he didn't feel the need to explain colors to anyone besides.

He had a great many things to contemplate on the first morning that the fog went away. There was a baby now. Oliver had never had to deal with a baby really, and it made him feel insecure in the way that anything smaller and more prone to wounds than him could do. He didn't know what the baby would mean for Sonrisa, but he suspected that the shop would close eventually. Paints fumes and art supplies weren't child friendly, and whether Sam realized that sooner or later, or whether the Sheriff already had, Oliver presumed that Sonrisa was only a matter of time really. New mothers were not regular venture capitalists, and Oliver didn't know why, but he assumed that exhaustion was a factor. Which made his role as employee even more unsteady when he was really the only one here and the owner might still be too exhausted to work, well.. what then was there to do but board windows and doors and…

It wasn't a gray day. He had the strange determination to not let it be, and that meant five packets of Jude tea stuffed down in a mug and boiling water over the top, steeped long and bitter-black. He let it get lukewarm on the edge of a table in Sonrisa, and it did so before the sun really got to rising. Time lacked meaning when a person only slept according to their two-day comas, and everything, when it came down to it, was timing… so he always felt displaced.

He'd gotten the wallpaper from the Antiques Store days before, but hadn't done anything with it until this morning when he sat on the floor of Sonrisa, tearing and cutting the pieces smaller and smaller and smaller.

He had a friend now. That was something else to think about, and he actually liked thinking about it. The prospect of friendship, the prospect of Gwen and what a friendship with a stranger might mean. He'd gone to college for little more than a week, but he hadn't made a friend. Not one that would call themselves such. He'd gotten a roommate, and he'd gotten a study partner, and he'd gotten a fake ID, and he'd lost his virginity(all in the first 3 days), but it didn't feel like the same thing. And college had been a poor experiment for him, not something that Oliver was comfortable reflecting on because it was one of his more elaborate failures still glaring back on him all of this time later.

Maybe that is why he'd avoided friends. But Jude had them. His brother had friends, and Oliver nodded as if to encourage himself while he plugged a glue gun into the wall and he began to arrange of torn wallpaper onto the center of a canvas, pretty pieces of pattern fringing a flowered outskirt for a glued down rendition of Klimt that was in the center. He drank down the cup of tea with its five bags stacked deep, paper tags fluttering like kite strings, a victory to nowhere.]

[As the mist begins to roll away, there's a blue murder scream of combined rage and fear from Hunter's trailer. The dogs start barking and keep on for about fifteen minutes after the scream cuts off.]

Two things. I need to know if there's anywhere in a ten mile radius that serves shochu. Also, for science, I need to know if anyone else thinks there's a weird vibe around the lake.

Dog's ok.

[Grainy (bad cell phone) picture here, of dog with a drool tennis ball too big for its face.]

Misses you.

[Group lock: Lou D + Iris M + Daniel W (visible to Sam A); early in the day]
5:12am, 4lbs 15oz. Joey Cesaria Martin Argüelles. Sam's out in the bed next to me, but, all things considered, it went pretty good. We're staying in the hospital a couplea days, and then sticking round the Capital for a while. If anybody wants pictures, I'll try to get some when I see her tomorrow with the tubes outta the way some.

[Locked to Oliver K]
The baby's here. Sam and me are gonna be in the Capital for a while. If you need help running the store, you lemme know, huh?

[Locked to Hunter R]
Baby's here. You think you'd be able to help Oliver out at Sonrisa if he needed it? Course I'll compensate you for your time.

[Text to Stephanie M]
Baby's here we're in the Capital. Lemme know if anything needs me

[Locked to Seven M]
She's here!

[Locked to Hunter R]
You are a Wainright.

Who:Oliver, Hunter, Cris
What: The repairing of a window, store opening
Where: Sonrisa
When: Morning
Warnings: Nay

( It was one of Oliver's gray days. )

Who: Hunter and Cris
What: Caught in the act.
Where: Sonrisa Arts and Crafts
When: Last night.
Warnings/Rating: There may be swears.

( Holidays, always the time for family, so all the commercials and the carols said. )

[Public]

Cat found. Kind of skinny. Definitely affectionate. Missing, or stray?

And if you're stuck thinking up a Christmas gift for the relative you don't know particularly well but can't Grinch at family celebrations? We've got about every classic in stock. And gingerbread. (Free. We're not selling gingerbread).

[After the sightings of the dog.]

[Public]

Go away.

[Public]

Rapunzel in her tower, circuits and blinking lights and a world bigger than it seems. Locked away but not, and let down her hair, and there's no need for that long, long braid, because there's light coming, bright and pixels and barbed wire rips through skin easily.

Be careful.

[Rory B.]
[Not that she knows Rory B is a person. To Connie, he's just a cute, freaky dog that comes by once and awhile. Tonight she leaves the back door to the B&B slightly ajar so he can trot in for food and pets. It's foggy out there and stray dogs need a place to sleep, after all.]

[Dahlia H.]

i know i promised to bring you burgers today but this wu-tang fog is not to be fucked with

[Zach B.]

so, is there a way to science out this fog?

[Public]

are there any ghost hunters that moved into town? there's a haunted room no one wants to stay in. what ghost up must come down.