Repose

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the regina george shit is getting old, quick. never change, repose and by 'never change' i mean save your vitriol for the traditional family gathering at christmas.

i'm looking for a line of potential work.

( Narrative: What goes up... )

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so fun fact, a guy named sam will both a) pick up hitchhikers and b) won't try anything sleezy on the way into town. good job, sam. i recommend his service.

hi repose.

[It takes him a few hours to get around to posting.]

[Locked to Audrey C]
Giggles you good?

[Locked to Dietre A]
Hey bro you around?

[Locked to Travis B]
All good Bodie?

[Locked to Marta F]
Hey Marta you ok?

[Locked to Tandy B]
Hyd?

[Locked to Harlow J, Atticus M, Rey S]
[Separate locks.]
Was the night ok?

[Locked to Ren S]
Hey dude

[Locked to Alex W]
Doing ok?

[Separate locks to all]

Roll call, everybody better be fucking alive. I'm not asking a lot here ppl

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So where do we think this ranks on Repose fuckery list? Above being trapped in the dark/somebody else's dream?

comic shop has buy one get one on all horror comics this week. come in and say hi.

also if youre in costume for halloween theres a goodie bag with candy and a free comic and a drawing to win a funko pop.

[Billy]

hey dude, hows it going? met a guy named atticus and he wanted me to check in on you, like make sure everythings good? which like makes me a shit friend i know because i shouldve probably done that myself without someone asking me too. you doin okay?

[Claire]

hi claire. i met a guy named atticus and he asked me to say hey. and that he hoped janus was doing ok? friend of yours?

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'm on my way. Order the pizza.

Who: Tandy Bowen
What: What summer --> fall looks like
Warnings: References to narcotics/dealing.

( It felt like an exceptionally long time ago. )

[Locked to Billy K]
Hey dude

[Locked to Tandy B]
Bowen

Who: Billy K, Tandy B, Atticus M
What: The giant, the witch and the werewolf go boating
Where: The lake
When: Present-ish
Warnings/Rating: Other than language? I’m predicting low but [shrug emoji].

( Too much in my system. )

[holly w]

felicitations and also mazel tov. are you old and staid now, too?

[ETA: travis b]

hey, man.

[Locked separately: Dietre A, Tandy B, Marta F, Mal R, Billy K, Alex W]
[Still time-fuzzed. Not long after the play plot. A week or so.]
Hey dude

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

Drugs?

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?

so the boss gave me permission to do something new here at the shop:

Repose Community Recs

i'm setting up a display at work with recommendations from people in town. you can comment here or come in and pick something out and fill in a card with your name and something about the comic you want to recommend.

everyone who submits a recommendation by the end of the month will get entered in a drawing for a $20 gift certificate to the shop. if it goes well we'll change them ever couple months and do another drawing.

my rec is mouse guard.

also, not at all related but, Elmore or Crunch, the Shy Dinosaur?

[holly w]

hey. how're you feeling?

The electronics repair shop off 314 is now open for business. We repair and buy used electronics, accept all forms of payment, and any electronic items you care to offer up as tribute will be repaired for nominal fee or purchased outright. Used items are likely not worth as much as you think they are, apologies in advance, but know that your addition to this digital graveyard is, in a way, a donation to prevent planned obsolescence from swallowing the planet in junk, and isn't that reward enough?

[Here the address and operating hours: Mon-Fri, 11 AM - 9 PM]

[Circa two days post-facility-go-boom.]

[Locked to Ren S]
Hey man

[Locked to Dietre A]
Dietre you ok?

[Locked to Tandy B]
Sorry for freaking on you

[Delivery: Adrian M]
[In an Amazon delivery box, addressed to Adrian March via the facility, is just a blanket. It's nothing dope af or expensive, but Noah remembers feeling cold and, well, maybe it'll Adrian feel less alone or something. It comes with one of those included notes, but Noah gets that everything probably gets looked through, so it's just: From Noah]

Who: Billy & Tandy
What: The smol witch and the tol alien cohabitate, shenanigans ensue
Where: The Neighbourhood
Warnings/Rating: Language, sass, emotional nuance Tandy doesn’t grasp

( There was a chance he’d gone slightly overboard with eight pillows. )