Repose

[Locked to Janus A]
[After this.]

Parent for me.

[After hearing from his lawyers, the same firm as in 1999, actually, about the B&B, which he's authorized them to reacquire.]

Looking to hire a few people for the B&B. Manager. Assistant. That sort of thing. Place is haunted. Can't mind that.

[Lucifer.]

What’s your mood like these days, sweetie?

[during this]
I'm looking for someone I spoke to at the Street Party. We talked about dancing.

[added later, locked: mal reed]

We'd talked a bit earlier about you doing some speaker work at my place - I'm just touching base to see if that'd be a possibility still?

[Public]

That's one way of recruiting for the denominational worship in town. I'd forgotten the town could do a little intentional mischief, fuck with a few heads on the trot.

[Janus A]

Hello, darling.

[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. )

[Slightly out of nowhere.]

There were dreams.
Are you alright?

Has anyone ever had a magic thing go wrong?

[It comes in a cardboard box, one of the large ones in which a bunch of Girlscout cookie boxes fit. It still smells ever so faintly of chocolate and coconut.

Inside the box, in a bed of crumpled newspaper, is a promised puzzle box. This one is steel forged in hellfire--it has a kind of zing she'll recognize, and it's sort of blue-ish, the way Janus' eyes get sometimes these days. It is three boxes in one, and each rectangular piece turns on a hinge, creating something like a book. Each individual box has a puzzle in it that unlocks a key to the next "page."

The puzzles include a miniature flattened version of a Burr puzzle, a vaguely planetary one and various interlocking pieces that eventually assemble to make a final key to the final box. (Assuming she gets that far...)]

[Janus A]
[During this.] Know this is going to be considered meddling, but would appreciate if you go easy on the kid with whatever he's going to pay for this thing you're doing for him.

Also, have breakfast with the puzzle-cube-thing every morning. Still haven't coaxed it out to have some eggs and bacon.

[Claire J]
Any new catastrophes to report? Make something up if you have to.

So, guys say lots of weird stuff during sex. Sometimes they can get real mean but it's usually so generic that you don't really take it to heart, sometimes they even apologise for it after

But 'not cute enough to do porn'? That one hurt.

[Public]

Sex, love, what's next for the town public discourse? Politics? Death? I could talk about death. Dead as a doornail. Pushing up daisies. What's after like?

[Hannah S]

Hello, Hannah.

[J Arthur]

Have you filled every form out now?

[Janus A]

I owe you coffee, darling.

[Public]

Okay, ISO not random anon sex. I'd like a non-crazy roommate if poss. Me: smoker, wiccan, cat-lover, sex worker. You: not a total POS.

[Separately to Steve, Janus, and Ragnar]

I promised a mutual friend I would talk to you. I fully realize we don't know each other and you have no reason to give a shit about me, ftr.

[Tandy B]

So I talked to the other magic guy, as promised.

[Public.]
[As J. Allen. Various faces around the Bus Stop wear this nametag: young, old, male, female.]
Summer midnight bus routes to the Capital and back begin June 1.

[Atticus.]
Hey, I got something for you. Walk on the beach? Pina colada?

[Lucifer.]
You think you're gonna get a Dad Card in June?

[Jeremiah.]
New coffee day?

[Claire.]
Hey look, it's not the end of the world.

[Call: Janus A]
[From a new number. Ring!]

[After getting his log-in credentials.]
[Logged to Claire J]
I saw your crisis center.

[Locked to Billy K]
Hi, Billy, I've heard a lot about you.

[Public]
[He can tell real folks in dreams, and he ain't got no doubt these were shared experiences:]
If you were reading at a graveside, I'm real sorry to have bothered you.

[Janus A & Lucifer M, and he don't bother locking each individually.]
Y'all fine?

[In-person: Dami & Misha.]
[Misha, he hadn't woken in the recreation center, and he hadn't woken in the woods. He'd woken in a between place he'd summoned up for himself just after learning 'bout who his daddy was. It was a safe place for being, somewhere neither Heaven or Hell could see, and he reckoned he'd gone there completely unawares. Now, he'd been sitting at the foot of Damian's cot going on a few hours, looking real harmless and sipping some on a real sugary drink.]

Well that was truly horrible. Going home now. Not opening the club until further notice.

[Janus A]

Hello, darling. About?

WHO: Jeremiah & Janis
WHEN: Nowish.
WHERE: Lakeside Mansions.
SUMMARY: The writer in hiding from the mob gives curious people tours of his house.
WARNINGS: N/A will update if that changes.

( The distraction of the doorbell was precisely what Jeremiah needed. )

[After doing some more reading, and these posts are largely recon. He locks to Steve, too, but that bounces back to him.]

[Individual locks: Louis D, Claire J, Ragnar L, Billy K]
How's it going?

[Separately: Janus A]
Moved. Check on that kid for me? As in, did you?