Repose

[Sometime following this]

comic shop is open, even if it doesn't look like it. we have the heat turned up until the windows are fixed.

[Heath F.]

hi. a friend of mine told me you like cooking. i'm hoping you can help me out.

Yeah so, winter is not the best time for broken windows. Can whatever is acting up just calm the fuck down? You overdid it. Cool it with the bullshit. Thnx~<3

Happy White People Have Fucked Over the Whole World (but are Still Awful Lovers) Day

Happy dead bird day, Repose.

If your plans for Thursday involve anything that is sitting by yourself or drinking by yourself, I'm going to offer an alternative.

I'm going to make food, have a well-stocked bar, and push furniture to the side so that I can really try out the sound system Mal put in for me.

If that sounds remotely of interest to you, you are welcome to come over and join in. Bring a favorite pie or dish or beer, whatever works for you.

[Dante]

I knew I was going to regret not putting cranberries in the freezer. They're all out locally, can you see if you can find any in the Capital?

So
I am
I have decided

I am making a list of books a person should read at least once in their lifetime. […] I am considering hanging it up at work once it's done.

Would I'd love suggestions of books that left an impact on you.

[…]

If you were The Soldier, hi. I'm the Fortune Teller.

[Vaughn T: Text]

You didn't get eaten by someone else while on that train, did you? Lemme know if there's an ass I need to kick. (ΦωΦ)

Paging Count Ramalamadingdong. Are you a grammar Nazi here too or are you cool?

Did you like being someone else?

I'm looking for a young man named Leo Long.

[Posted anonymously as The Revenant.]

How did you celebrate the Day of the Dead?

This is so awkward since people will know who
Intros
Intros
Salutations is too pretentious
Agh
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Hi. I am Audrey, though I typically go by Aud. I am introducing myself since I will be a new face at The SecondHand Bookstore.

I'll be working there part-time.

Again, hi.

Who: Anyone who wants to come/group log thing.
What: A dark, free-night.
Where: The Neon Retro Arcade.
When: Fridayish, after this.
Warnings/Rating: Anything goes in here. Feel free to start individual threads within.

The arcade, as a rule, was open later than most anything downtown. The owner wasn't local, and he really didn't care how the thing was run, not as long as it was making money. The place didn't open until after noon most days, and it closed late, making it a regular haunt of the town's younger adults. But tonight was special. Tonight it was 10 pm, and all the lights inside were turned off. The games still operated, neon casting the otherwise dark space in a bright-bubblegum glow that still maintained clusters of shadows and utter darkness.

The games were all free for the evening, and the PlayStation and X-Box, situated against the back wall and across from a pair of couches, were also free to use. There was a cooler in the back hall, next to the bathroom, with drinks, and the music that played through the arcade speakers was loud and fun, adding more conversational privacy to the already dark space.

And it went without saying that no one was policing anything happening within. Even the local sheriff was understood to be looking away for the night, thanks to anonymously greased palms.

I know there's been talk of nothing happening for Halloween this year, so I'm going to put this out there for those interested: The local arcade, we'll be running a dark night come this next Friday. All the games will be free, and the lights inside will be off. 18+, so I don't get the owner sued for more than exceeding capacity. Come if you're as bored to tears of this little town as I am.

[Public]

The one thing this town is missing is a tailor.

Just my luck that the one year I'm gonna be around for it there's no fucking town Halloween party. What gives? Where are the rich old assholes that were always throwing these things? Some happy fucking birthday to me, right? I guess I could at least go around and get some free candy. How's the goods around town? This reese's territory or am I dealing with candy corn degenerate filth?

corn maze! :) who wants to go?

[Noah NW]

thanks for all your help dude. but shes not coming. shes like got a kid now. guess that makes me an uncle. its weird.

[Text to Vaughn T.]

Whatcha up to, V?? (=ↀωↀ=)

[Well after moonrise.]

What's there to do at night in a small town like this??

Well, I for one won't be going near the lake again.

This strikes me as the kind of quaint, unsoiled suburbia where humble but looky-loo townsfolk construct woven baskets of well-meant offering for the new blood in their region. I know it all sounds terribly pagan, I was skeptical too, but I've been reassured that the practice is a wholesome one; the kind of event that Norman Rockwell masturbated to with regularity.

Strange. Norman was fond of painting Santa Claus, who we all know to have folklorist origins as well. Coincidence? This may require further musing, preferably after the consumption of hallucinogenic aperitifs.

Which brings me full circle to ask, where do I go to collect my gift basket?