Repose

Oliver.

Just wanted to let you know.

You are right.

Thanks for reminding a guy of reality, okay?

[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.

[Posted anonymously, and away from Jack P, the Mean-Eyed Cat staff, and the entirety of the Batfam+. If you think it means you, it probably does.]

Seeking: self-destructive behaviors I can adopt right now, immediately.

[Locked to Hannah S]
[Several hours later, in a new post.]

Hey, Hannah?

[Out of the blue after months of quiet.]

I'd rather it was raining.

[Simple, black notebooks, socks and a nice green jacket.

The card says: Honestly, I have a jacket just like that.]

[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?

I don't think I've seen you around. Any Christmas wishes?

Who: Spaceman and Stardust
What: Reveals!
Where: Carousel, Mansion on the lake
When: Backdated to just after plot
Warnings/Rating: Low.

( Ground control to Major Tom. Good morning, spacemen. )

Who: Oli & Jude
What: Brotherly reunion over pizza.
Where: Repose's pizza parlor
When: Current.
Warnings: Nada.

From the basement of Sonrisa to the fallen-dusk cold of Repose's mild mannered streets, Oliver was struck with nostalgia, or deja vu, or whatever the proper word for recurring wonder was. Oliver didn't know, he figured Jude would know as his brother knew most words for most things, but Oliver must have grown beyond the curiosity of asking at some point. Something about growing older or growing apart.

Whatever, the point was that fall felt familiar. It felt like the new beginning that the boys had promised themselves all that time ago when they'd first come to this stupid town with all of the stupid people that Oliver had somehow managed to grow fond of despite himself.

Mercy, it was biting cold, and Oliver hustled quickly along the sidewalk for fear of losing his fingertips or the end of his nose due to Everest-like exposure. There might have been some blame to befall himself if Oliver was capable of stopping long enough to scoop it up in claim -- after all, he'd optioned out of wearing a jacket or coat because his new sweater was a perfect, idyllic blue that matched his Starry Night sneakers. His mustard yellow corduroys had to of been a few years old by now, and there were clues of different colored paint speckles around the knees and the pockets and the hems at his ankles. It was a timeline that could be traced back through Oliver's gray period, his green period, his red.

Okay, so finally, the pizza spot! Oliver blew through the door with chattering teeth and the brass-blond of his poorly-colored hair sticking up like coils of wire. Oliver was on time. In fact, Oliver was five minutes early, which he realized while using numb fingertips to check the glowy front of his cell phone with dark eyes squinting from behind new glasses. Jude, of responsibility and precision, was surely already here, so Oliver scanned the booths as he walked up through the parlor with a sudden and bizarre kind of dread that told him he wouldn't recognize his brother at all.

[During his talk with Misha.]

Damian?

[Jude C]
You never let me know about that possibility of going to get pizza.

[Fleet to Damian W]
Everyone's settled back in, near as I can tell.

[Locked to Oliver K]
I reckon you just forgot to say hi.

Who: Dietre Abendroth and Oliver King.
What: D sees for himself how similar he and Oliver might be.
Where: The Diner.
When: Afternoon.
Warnings/Rating: Low?

( The whole way to the diner he wondered how he’d know who to approach... )

And how about those of us who make our living after dark and aren't foaming at the mouth yet?

Poetry again today.


Oh, I am very weary,
Though tears no longer flow;
My eyes are tired of weeping,
My heart is sick of woe;

My life is very lonely,
My days pass heavily,
I’m weary of repining;
Wilt thou not come to me?

Oh, didst thou know my longings
For thee, from day to day,
My hopes, so often blighted,
Thou wouldst not thus delay!

Appeal
Anne Brontë, 1820 - 1849

[Alexander family lock: Lou D/Iris M/Manning T/Daniel W/Leo B/Casey D]
Everybody make it through okay? I'm with Sam, who can sleep through anything.

[Locked to Jason W]
Hey, chico, do okay?

[Locked to Oliver K]
Mijo, how'd you do at the party?

[Locked to Holly R]
Hey, chica.

[Locked to Stephanie M]
You and yours doing okay?

[Public]
Before I give them my money, does the motel even have wifi?



[Jude C]
So where are you staying now?

[He just group locks to everyone he can think of that might worry when he is gone: Misha B, Jude C, Sasha J, Cris M, Sam M, Damian W]

Hey. So I applied for an introductory art school program in the Capital. They accepted me and everything. I'm going to go live in the city for awhile. If it doesn't work out, I'll be back in the fall.

Cool? Cool.

[Locked to Lou D]
Gimme an update, asere.

[Locked to Atticus M]
How's it going over there? Any luck with Claire?

[Locked to Casey D]
Hey, Casey, how you doing?

[Locked to Oliver K]
I didn't manage to even get through a conversation with your brother, kiddo, I'm sorry. You talked to him since we talked or nah?

[Anon. So anon.]

Lost boy?