Repose

[Locked to Sasha J]
Sasha.

[Locked to Abe W]
Abraham, hello.

[Locked to Cat C]
You have left town?

[Locked to Janus A]
Hello.

[Locked to Tim D]
Dawson, I take it you no longer require access to the manor.

[Locked to Jason W]
Woods.

[Locked to Nilus/Zeke]
You are well, Nilus?

[Locked to Dietre A]
You require extraction?

[Locked to Claire J]
Claire, how is your basement?

[Locked to Jude C]
How is the cat?

[Locked to Daniel W]
The affliction has passed.

[Locked to Cat C]
[After receiving Leena's letter.]

Catalone.

Edited to add: [Locked to Jason W]
Woods, tell me you are not dead.

[Locked to Sasha J]
You are ill? Do you require assistance?

[Locked to Nilus]
Nilus, I wish for you to inform me if you are still angelic.

[Locked to Tim D]
Dawson, I require you.

[Locked to Louis D]
Are you still troubled by your entity?

[Locked to Abe W]
[After waiting a reasonable amount of time (two hours) for Sasha to reply.] Abe, we must speak.

[Locked to Daniel W]
Daniel, have you noticed a dissipation in your vampiric qualities?

[Mental to Nilus]
[After the mindwipe.] You doing real fine over there?

[Locked to Janus A]
You left town. Something wrong?

[Later, after thinking on it a whole lot.]
[Mental to Lyssa]
Why?

Who: Misha and Nilus, then +Damian
What: Escape
Where: Starting at the Quiet Home
When: After delivering the bat
Warnings/Rating: TBD

Misha, he hadn't been back to the Quiet Home since things went real awful with Dr. Heron, and the place loomed real large and full of terrors as he approached it now. Truth was that he could've just blinked himself there and not bothered with seeing its face 'gainst Repose's night sky, but he needed to see. He needed it to be real, to see himself approaching it willing, and to not just be there all of a sudden and out of the blue. He was trying real hard to avoid this going bad for him, on account of he needed to do something right. He needed to help someone and have it not go all wrong, and he knew that was real selfish thinking. He'd been doing that more and more recently, thinking on himself, and it made him feel like layers of dirt and filth were caking themselves onto his skin. Everyone said he had to live in his own troubles, and he tried, but it was making him feel like his feet were heavier and heavier, and like his Grace was harder and harder to reach for.

But the desire to reach for it, it seemed to get stronger with every particle of bad thinking, and it was real strong now as his feet slugged forward to where the building was grinning at him real sinister.

He couldn't feel where Nilus was inside. He'd been having trouble separating Nilus from the new angelic presence in town, and he reckoned that was on account of that new angel being so damn loud in his head. He'd meant to ask Nilus if he could sense the new angel, but things had gone sideways and now here he was.

He messaged Damian one last time, and then he blinked himself into the familiar visiting area, which he knew would be empty this late at night. He wasn't sure what security was like just now and since them guards had died, so he stuck close to the walls in skinny jeans and one of Damian's black hoodies, and he headed toward where the patients were locked away.

[Mental: Nilus]
[Late at night.] Nilus? Am I catching you at a real bad time?

I've misplaced something very important to me.

[He's more likely to find it in the garbage with the rest at the Quiet Home, but he thought he'd give asking a try.]

A painting. Red, very red.

Who: Dietre Abendroth and Nilus Doe.
What: D has a vision.
Where: Quiet Home.
When: Nighttime. [Backdated before the party.]
Warnings/Rating: Low.

( ... )

[Locked to Liam R.]
Can I talk to you?


[Locked to Nilus D.]
Where are you?

[Mental ping: Nilus]
[During this, and he ain't got time for typing. He don't even realize he's talking at Nilus' head, not 'til it's done.]

You therebouts, Nilus?

Let's hear your favorite quotes, inspirational, literary, or otherwise.

I'll start with one. "It is not our purpose to become each other; it is to recognize each other, to learn to see the other and honor him for what he is." - Hermann Hesse

In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you. Buddha

I need work. Would anyone be willing to hire a mad as a hatter artist?

[Public]

First aid was never a skill I picked up, it was on offer at school but I was too busy bunking off. Are there other life skills out there that people missed out on acquiring for good or awful reasons? What ought to be mandatory to exist in the world?

[Cat C]

You're a terrible intern. If you're filing copy, it's about a week late.

[Locked to 'Nilus']
Hello.

Who: Nilus and Dietre
What: Conversations, questions.
Where: Quiet Home
When: Backdated
Warnings/Rating: None, gdocs

( and a time to every purpose under heaven. )

[Locked to Jason W]
I reckon there are rules bout near constantly living with someone and not knowing a thing bout what they're up to, Honey.

[Locked to Nilus D]
[Misha, he don't sense the angel 'til after the beating, and he ain't even sure 'bout it at first. He has to grasp fingers 'round his Grace to get the name for the lock. Curiously:] You're called Nilus.