Repose

Man it's time to give us a points program at the coffeeshop and to give us like 3x points for living thru whatever the hell that was please we're begging you

[Claire J.]

Hi. Okay?

[Public]

I apologize for what can only be described as a Lord of the Flies situation in the historical fiction the other day. To make it up to you, I've placed these around town to help us through these trying times.

how the hell do i get out of the historical fiction section

[Daniel W]
You have been busy.

[Hannah S]
Have you been well?

[Leo B]
[A picture of a bowl of cornflakes, but filled with red wine instead of milk.]
Guess how my day has been so far. Tell me yours is better.

[PUBLIC]
Why is this town the actual worst?


[Hannah S]
You probably want to hang out now and braid ribbons into each others hair. I'd counter offer with a suicide pact. We'll ultimately meet in the middle where we end up in some public setting and you buy me a milkshake. So, tomorrow?


[Griffin A]
Hey, zomebie boy.

[Nishka B.]
[Better late than never, right? Leo has been in LA for the month collecting information about Nishka's dead man. Delivered to her apartment is an envelope with evidence of plates matching a car that was the same make and model of a west coast mobster (with the same scratch on the left size, Leo points out in red marker) that might have hit her car. There's some other evidence, very specific, which is Leo's style. A hair to be analyzed by someone more talented than him, a few pictures of someone tailing him through LA and finally a few different murders that might have been the one James witnessed- all mob related. Finally, a note from Leo: "I WOULD NOT FUCK WITH THIS."

[Claire J.]

[He's been gone for a month and yet:] Baked goods, please.

[Public]

It's 100 degrees outside, I'm not serving you hot coffee. Stop asking.

[Call: nishka B.]

[Ring, Ring.]

[Public]
[During the gala, specifically at the sweets table:]

Okay, so who can tell me what cupcake is the best?

Who: Nish and Leo
What: wood chopping
Where: BATL
When: Tuesday League Night

( Remember Primal Man Who Only Had His Hands... )

[Claire J.]

You like creepy religion stuff right? I need help with a creepy religion thing.

[Public]

Anyone need a roommate? I can't live above this shitty flower shop anymore. It smells like bad life choices.

[Alexander+ Lock: Sam M+Lou D+Manning T+Iris M+Leo B+Julia L+Daniel W]
Me and Sam are going on vacation and just wanted you all to know. Anybody got any interest in watching the store for us? We got one kid working there. Lou knows him. Oliver.

[Locked to Oliver K]
Hey, mijo.

[Locked to Atticus M]
Hey, mi socio.

this town sucks. it's dumb magic is the worst and ihateit.

I'm seeking a missing person. If anyone here is good at finding people, I can pay.

[Alexander-kinda lock: Lou, Iris, Leo, +Daniel]
[As Sam G]

HEY!! SURPRISE YOUR FAVE SIS IS IN TOWN. So I'm here visiting who's gonna take me to do some cool shit in this completely boring joint?? ;)

I'm getting ready to make up drinks and name them after secondary characters in plays nobody has ever read.

I know it's January, and post-holiday/mid-winter blues are in full swing, but for the love of god, someone come buy a macchiato and save me from boredom.

[Aedan B]
I know we discussed keeping the spiders, but the habitats I have made for them are getting full. How are there so many spiders?

[Mary M]
Where did the pie go?

[Leo B]
Are you up for another dinner yet?

[Patrick G]
[Just a picture of the plaque hanging up in her room.]

[Public]
How long is too long for someone to be standing in the cemetery in the cold?

[A printed voucher in a white envelope for up to 20 free singing lessons in 2018 with a well-established private teacher in the Capital. The envelope is taped to a liter bottle of Maker's Mark, and enclosed is a short note:] Enough whiskey to make a guy forget he got sold by his parents this Christmas. Take that family history and sing it, Taylor Swift.

[Locked to Sam M, Lou D, Iris M, Manning T, Leo B, Dawn L, Daniel W]
Okay, so what's the plan? We can't host without bringing down the ceiling, so who's volunteering this late in the game?

[Locked to PJ R]
Hey, PJ, how you doing?

[Locked to Oliver K]
Oliver, you got plans for Christmas?

[Locked to Holly R]
Hey, chica.

[Locked to Jason W]
How's it going?

[Locked to Stephanie M]
Hey, chica, you got plans for Christmas?

[Leo waited in front of the big rusted gate that surrounded of the factory. He wore his beanie, fingerless gloves and a thick jacket in case he accidentally brushed up against a rusty nail. That happened once, back in Italy as they were exploring old mills, and nothing in memory was as physically painful. He didn't want to make the same mistake here, looking like some kind of newbie detective in front of his sister.

They agreed on early evening and during the winter it got dark fast. The sky turned amber and then in a blink of an eye it was inky black. Out here, the only light that could be seen were from yellow, dying street lamps and washed out stars. Leo couldn't even pinpoint the moon, which was probably hiding under a thick blanket of clouds.

The ground was frosted with snow, just enough to crunch under foot. Cold. This was going to make searching a little more dangerous and they'd have to be faster about it. Leo didn't think much would come out of tonight. He imagined a document that didn't point to anyone living, a relic that couldn't be the source of a murder that only happened a few years ago. His hopes had to be incredibly low, a safety net, so that he wouldn't be hurt from no strings to pull on.]

What can Santa put in your stocking?