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Aug. 1st, 2020


[info]solus

narrative.

WHO: Leah & Hans, & Ren Solitaire
WHEN: Backdated to over the Fourth of July Weekend, prior to this.
WHERE: The Ogden house in the Capital.
SUMMARY: Leah's reflections on her son's visits.
WARNINGS: Family estrangement, but nothing too significant.

She wasn't certain that he seemed happy )

Jul. 19th, 2020


[info]thedanseur

Jamie: narrative - going to therapy

Who: Jamie Mayer
When: Recently (last month or so)
Warnings: None

She unpicked, Dawn. Like the afghan hooked together, stitch by stitch )

Jul. 12th, 2020

[info]figmentations

Narrative.

Who: Fable White with mentions of Erik and Adam.
What: Her first time singing at Carfax Abbey. It's a narrative, but people can react if they wish to! So open to responses!
When: Last night.
Warnings: Not really!

I am running with the wolves tonight. )

Jul. 11th, 2020

[info]ghostofsparta

(Minor) news: The Neighborhood

Who: Kratos and his son
What: Probably just a narrative, but I suppose open if you like
Where: The Neighborhood
When: Some balmy weekend day
Warnings/Rating: None I can think of.

Who knows what the neighbors think of Kratos, who tore up his half of the backyard to make a massive vegetable garden, who semi-regularly drags out large pieces of carpentry work to work on in the driveway, and doesn't believe in shirts when it is hot.

Neighborhood gossips are witness to an extremely heated argument between the big man and his young son, the majority of which takes place in Atreus' native Old Norse (not that most people in Repose know that's what it is). The only English phrase used is go camping and it is spoken with derision by Kratos and piping, increasingly defensive excitement by his son.

In summary, Atreus wants to do something and Kratos says no. Atreus says something that seems to snap Kratos' temper and he breaks what he's holding. It's noisy. Atreus slams the front door. Kratos leaves the chest of drawers he was working on in the drive next to the wreck of his truck (which he still has not replaced). Half the curious Neighborhood then withdraws back behind their blinds.

Jun. 30th, 2020


[info]waysided

WHO: Eugenie—and a Handsome Stranger™
WHEN: Today, flashbacks
WHERE: An airport, Athens
WHAT: Eugenie is homeward bound, reflects back on That Night in Athens—with apologies to that Old Spice commercial. Thank you to [info]lobo for the coding!
WARNINGS: Consensual fade-to-black sex, non consensual power bestowal.

Hello, ladies. Look at yourselves. Now back to Eugenie. Now at yourselves. Now back to Eugenie. )

Jun. 23rd, 2020


[info]jukejoint

[Narrative.]

Who: Burden Misha The Antichrist A Very Confused Boy
What: Narrative
Where: Hell
When: Let's just say timeless
Warnings/Rating: Religion

It was the stifling kind of hot that made him think of his momma fussing outside, sitting on the patio with a fan and some suntea on a table long-since faded. She was praying, Bible spread open on her lap. )

May. 31st, 2020


[info]solus

narrative.

Who: Ren Solitaire & Hans Ogden (NPC'd by Ginger, TY!)
What: Awkward familial encounter
When: Nowish
Where: The bookstore
Warnings: None that I can think of.

It was the dog that gave it away. )

May. 17th, 2020


[info]nothingends

WHO: Hugh C., Dante Z., Leena B., Zee L., Rafe J., and Dietre A.
WHEN: After this and this.
WHERE: Hugh's house, Lakeside.
SUMMARY: Summary Narrative of chat discussion of finding Audrey's phone (and a few unrelated to Audrey surprises) written from Hugh's PoV.
WARNINGS: I don't think there is anything? Maybe language, cause Hugh.

None of this is normal. Welcome to Repose. )

May. 12th, 2020


[info]maginus

Narrative / Text: Aubrey R.

[It's exactly 0300 hours when Rafe bolts upright in the bed, snapped out of a habitually light sleep by a sound that doesn't belong. Something alien and unwelcome, an intrusion on territory that is well and truly (and solely) his.

It's a low sound, a rolling rumble, like localised thunder. A growl. )

He is alone. And yet he is not. And it doesn't make a bit of sense.

His phone is on the nightstand and he's snatched it up in his hand without thinking, punching in and sending a text just as automatically and thoughtlessly. It's only after the delivery confirmation blinks up next to the message that he recognises what he has done and by then it's too late to take it back.]

You awake?

[Odds are if he wasn't before the message came through, he is now.]

May. 11th, 2020


[info]nothingends

narrative/various texts

WHO: Hugh Christian
WHEN: Immediately following this, slightly after 3am.
WHERE: His bedroom.
SUMMARY: Something triggered Theodore's wards.
WARNINGS: Language, nothing too much.

The noise was insistent and not his regular alarm. )



[Text: Audrey C, added around 3:30am]
-- Where did you go?
-- Audrey, darling, please answer me if you have your phone.

[Text: Rafe J., added around 4:20am]
-- If you've got a moment this morning I could use some professional related advice.

[Texts, sent separately in the early morning, after talking to Rafe: Noah NW and Hannah S]
Has Audrey contacted you today?

May. 12th, 2020

[info]shyviolet

Narrative: 3:00 AM.

Who: Audrey Carpenter.
What: Narrative, May 12th.
Warnings: None, just a bit of disturbing imagery.

She sat up, tiny, in the queen sized bed. Covered in linens, covered in lace. Yet the dark stretched on and on and she could hear it. )

May. 11th, 2020


[info]xolotl

[Texts: Diego/Ivy/Georgia] [Forums: Holly]

[Dante's been looking progressively more and more exhausted, distracted and worn over the course of the last three weeks. She's not really socializing outside of work. The messages come after she's gone home for the day around 8pm.]

[Group Text: Ivy & Diego.]
Hey! I've got some personal stuff that's come up. I'm trying to take care of it but I might gotta leave town to get it cleared out full. Sorry for the late text. Got some stuff I'm trying to handle that might take me out of town later this week. Trying to get it handled so I don't have to but big TBD on that. Can you two work together to get everything covered if I gotta bounce for a few days?

[Secured Text (encryption notification received on Georgia's side): Georgia]
How's the house?

[Forum: Holly.]
Where's good that no one will find you? Me. Not you. Inside town? Out? Just need to probably not be here. Couple days. TBD. Somewhere no one will follow

May. 4th, 2020


[info]author

Narrative

Up was down and left was right and this was that and life was death.

The lake glimmered in the distance from where he stood in the woods, a spectre barely visible among the trees. He was wary to go near the lake, to flit along the edges where he had taken that ill-fated walk, but the lake still held a pull and he was loathe to let it out of his sight.

It also kept him in sight of that house with the most important person in the world for him.

Looking at it, though, hurt him in a way that made him ache throughout his entire existence. Missed opportunities. Words left unsaid. A happier world that he could have had if he had just-

If he had just-

The spectre flickered and a sound of pain rang through the woods before he flickered and disappeared.

[info]shyviolet

narrative; closed

Audrey sat up in bed gasping for air that would not come quick enough. Her chest heaved beneath the cotton tank that served as her night shirt. There was that funny feeling in her limbs, the kind that happened when you almost fall but manage to catch yourself before it happened. It was like anxiety, but it wasn't. The stretch of her skin prickled and poked. The shadows in her room felt like they were closing in inch by inch. She hadn't felt anything like this since she was a kid. What did they call it? An impending sense of doom.

She ran her hands through her sweat dampened hair trying to steady her breath. In and out, hold and release. In and out, hold and release. She wasn't even sure what she had been dreaming. She couldn't remember. All that she knew was this suffocating sensation,
violent smothering, and then her burning lungs tore from whatever fitful slumber she had fallen into.

She glanced to the fluorescent lighting of her clock. 3:00 AM the blue numbers read in the darkness.

Audrey swallowed, rubbed her fingers over her right wrist. Though she was hot she didn't dare kick the covers off. She didn't dare reach out toward the window. She simply laid back down and squeezed her eyes shut.

"...100...99...98...97..." Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool? She she tried counting the imaginary lambs, feeling small, and with no reason to. Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full. She could call for Hannah, but she didn't. She counted down and down. "....73..72..." She rubbed her wrist over wishing for sleep to take her to a better dream, one where the swallowing dark was not there.

May. 1st, 2020

[info]shyviolet

Narrative.

Who: Audrey Carpenter.
What: She makes a strange discovery.
Warnings: None, just a little creepiness.

This was the part in the story where the heroine should do the smart thing and run, but Audrey never claimed to be a heroine of anyone’s story, even her own. )

Apr. 27th, 2020


[info]deadman

[narrative]

Who: miles + an annoying ghost.
What: miles gets a text message for his next killjob, someone named... margot mayer.
Where: his abode.
When: morning, then night time.
Warnings/Rating: none but bad words.

the truth is in the dirt )

Apr. 25th, 2020

[info]figmentations

Narrative.

Who: Fable White.
What: She has to go look for Abel.
Warnings: None.

Sorry, Puck, but she had to. )

Apr. 23rd, 2020


[info]hzaragoza

Who: Hector (narrative)
What: Preparing to look for new music and some thoughts about life and such
When: Wednesday
Where: Hector’s home
Rating: PG at best, no noticeable triggers

He clicked the link, and began listening. )

Apr. 16th, 2020


[info]xolotl

[Narrative // News // Open-ish I guess?]]

[Since Sunday D&D Automotive has been in a flurry of activity. Upon hearing and figuring out what was going on, new safety procedures were implemented from calls Dante frantically made to the employees and her co-owner to keep certain distances from machines, to use a buddy system and requiring random call-and-response from employees to make sure everyone's still safe and hasn't been sucked into a machine. As of Sunday evening anyone who brings their car into the shop - if they call first - will be instructed to park in the far side of the parking lot furthest away from the shop doors while still being in the same parking lot. From there, customers are met with a new set of temporary safety procedures. Long-standing customers of D&D Automotive would notice a staple of the shop parking lot is missing as Dante will not be driving Dart for the duration of whatever the hell this all is. Instead, Dante has been jogging to and from work every day for Tuesday through Saturday with stops over in the neighborhood to check in on her dad before and after work too. Anyone she passes on the way gets a wave and a smile and if they look like they really need help with something she’s likely to stop and try to assist as she’s generally worried about a lot of shit with all the memory crap floating around Repose right now.]

Mar. 24th, 2020


[info]delyth

narrative; delyth davies

WHO: Delyth Davies (open if anyone wishes to)
WHEN: Saturday morning, following the nightly walk.
WHERE: Davies Art & Design.
SUMMARY: Del opens the shop for the day.
WARNINGS: None that I can think of.

The night had been cold. )

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