Repose

[After this.]

All I wanted was to carry some waffles upstairs. Not throw them all over the hallway.

[Emily G]

Are they coming back for you as well?

[Stephanie M]

[Lots of cursor blinking, then - simple.] Hello.

[Cris M.]

Hi uhm are you okay?

[Atticus M]

What do you know about Mary Shelley?

[Added later:]

[Emily G.]

wanna try on some weird gloves?

[Public]

anyone looking for a room to rent? my bro moved out, so i've got a big suburban house. plenty of room if you're a secretive type.

[Timing. She has to work on her timing.]

[Atticus]
[After a delay, as Em.] I've missed work. I'm sorry.


[Cat]
[As Muerte.] You're killing computers now?

Who: Eddie and Muerte
Where: The Carnival
When: a few days after the egg hunt
What: Eddie's assistant has the flu
Warnings: tba

( Eddie knew that he could do the show on his own, he had plenty of times before, but tonight it hurt in a way he couldn't explain. )

[Locked to Connie G & Emily G]
[After getting some more information.] Contractor's coming to look at the doors. Kid's going to be fine. Girl named Leena's coming to work the grounds for a while. You both come through well?

[Locked to Billy K]
In one piece?

[Locked to Cris M]
Need confirmation about something once you're done lawing.

[Eddie N]
[A delivery! A small box, plain brown, with a note inside and a small stuffed cow wrapped in cow-print tissue paper. And a note:]

What's that phrase about free milk? The cow at least expects you to call, Eddie.

[But it's softened with a winky face drawn at the bottom of the note.]


[B&B Residents]
[After the haunts covered her floor in ice, when she was finally able to get to the door and get out for cleaning supplies to take care of all the melting.]

I think the shop-vac sounds from the attic should be done now. Just a little mopping left. Sorry if it bothered anyone.


[Atticus M]
[She doesn't know entirely, but she feels something...]

Okay?

[A bit after the haunts start their thing.]

ow

[Stephanie M]

[Scribbled onto the back of an envelope and left for her on top of a pile of her nearly overflowing, but mostly junk, mail: I have them at the house. He'd been checking on her pets daily while she was gone, but given how long she might be this time, it'll be better if they're there with him.]

[Emily G]

[This note is left pinned to her door with a thumbtack. We have house - guests - of the canine and feline variety.]

[Private to B&B folk]

So, you know that little old tv in the parlor? I think I managed to fix it and the antenna is picking up this station that plays like old Felix the Cat and Silly Symphonies. Come check it out! Just no making fun of the front desk girl for being a dork who can fix old tvs. Thems the rules.

[Destiny S.]

Hey, I saw you at the store a couple weeks ago and I was wondering how you were doing? Also ifff you and Wyatt would want to come over? I has games and pizza.

[Rory the dog]

[Late at night: She got him a cool new dog bed and the area she usually feeds him is clean. Tonight, she's actually waiting for him to give ear scratches and say hello.]

Who: Eddie/Muerte
Where: Muerte's place
When: the day after this craziness
What: visits!
Warnings: none for now

( Those days as a shabby carnival king seemed to be over and he fell back into the safety net that was fashion, money and power. )

[Locked to Eddie N, "Em", & Matt D, separately]
[As Sheriff Martin.]

If you could call me at [#] at your earliest convenience, I would appreciate it.

[Locked to Sam A]
Hey, mami.

[Locked to Iris M]
You doing okay?

ETA: [Locked to Lou D]
Hey, you around?

Who: Atticus and Em
What: A job interview!
Where: The B&B
When: Nowish? Recently?
Warnings/Rating: Probably nothing.

( She couldn't ignore life anymore )

[Muerte]
[During this. Despite everything, she's the first one he wants to talk to:]

SASHA MARRIED A VOODOO GOD.

[Individually locked: Eddie N, Sasha J, Jude C, Stephanie M, Emily G]
[Monday, once the mist has cleared.]

Alright?

[Eddie, Cat]
[Locked to them both individually, but the same message.]

I have a job interview[...]!


[Elan]
I have a job interview in town. If I get it, it could come with a room.

[The man is unimpressive, and he arrives at The B&B late Monday. He drives an old Chevy Caprice in black, and a moving truck arrives a few minutes later. The truck itself doesn't contain furniture. It contains boxes upon boxes of carefully sealed and packed books, all of which are loaded into the old library of the B&B, leaving barely enough room to move there.

A representative from the National Register of Historic Places arrives shortly after and, after touring the grounds and verifying information, a new little plaque is set out on the front lawn, declaring the B&B vetted and filled with history.

A paranormal investigator is scheduled to arrive the following morning.

And an ad, which runs in the evening paper asking for applicants, closes with the following: "We're all of us haunted and haunting - Chuck Palahniuk"]

[Private to Meredith J.]
[On the off chance she has her journal.]

Meredith?

[Public]

One of my carnies went missing. She was upset and I think she wandered off into the woods. If you'd like to help, I'd really appreciate it. The clowns are a little useless when it comes to things like this.

[Still groggy from having just woken up (after her conversation with Cat, but before this), so it's locked to both of them at the same time:]

A doctor is coming over.

[Cat had never been to Em's place in the woods, but that? Was unimportant. She'd figure that out. The important thing? Was the fact that Em had been in pain for nearly a month now. She wasn't sure how far Emily's humanity extended, and she wasn't sure if Emily was the type of woman who was prone to exaggeration. All she knew? Was that a month for a burn to heal? Was much too much. And the fact that Em didn't even seem to know what an infection was? That didn't help Cat feel any better about things.

And she trusted Matt, which helped. Oh, she didn't trust him not to kill someone at the drop of a hat, and she didn't trust him to be a harmless lapdog in need of a hug - unlike Grant - but she trusted him not to say anything if Em sprouted inky black wings during a medical examine, and wasn't that something? Matt was a man of secrets, and Cat knew a tiny bit about those, so at least she wasn't worried about bringing Matt into Em's world. Em wasn't a Russian spy, and there was nothing to worry about.

So, jeans and a black sweater, a peacoat in shiny leather, boots and a beanie over her riot of curls, Cat found herself at the entrance to the caves. Black gloves on her fingers, and only idle curiosity about what was happening underground. There had been enough obsessive curiosity in her New Jersey days about underground caves. These days? She would prefer to stay above ground, thank you very much. She shifted from one foot to the other, ready to get moving, seeing as she was having unfortunate thoughts about Emily's hand rotting off. Cat? She wasn't particularly interested in playing nurse. And the quicker Matt got to his patient? The better.]