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May. 31st, 2020



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


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


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


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


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


[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



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.


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



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



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



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

Sorry, Puck, but she had to. )

Apr. 23rd, 2020


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


[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


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. )


Mini Narrative; Closed

[She looked in the mirror and no, she didn't like what she saw; so she covered it with a sheet for now. Fake bravado was not her thing, apparently. Audrey didn't know how to deal with it just yet. Maybe coming into her own meant something bad. That maybe who she truly was--was not a good person? Someone who hurt her friends. Someone who always worried about how she was perceived. Who spoke of things she knew nothing about because she assumed she knew. Who, quite frankly, didn't know anything about anything. Not even herself. Maybe her family did long before this. Maybe that's why--her chin tightened. She didn't cry. This wasn't about her, not in that way. No self pity. No more.

She wasn't having dreams lately. None that she remembered. Just light, fitful sleep, and that anxious tingling that bubbled in her chest and alarmed her into being awake, it was the sensation of nearly falling but she shot upright before she hit the metaphorical ground. Over the last couple of days she wasn't baking, she wasn't cooking, she wasn't dancing. She was just ... thinking and worrying. Worrying felt selfish, but it was all she could do.

Alex had pinged, finally and relief flooded her. He was okay. He was. She lifted her phone to respond, but held her breath and her fingers stayed. He reached out, but did he need her bothering? She wasn't even sure anymore. She stayed her fingers further from pressing buttons and calling people at all, people like Alex, like Noah. They needed space--not her thinking she knew what was best.

She shut her door and then sat down on the middle of her bed criss-cross-applesauce. Audrey swallowed the lump in her throat and set down the phone face down on the comforter, now her fingers could play with the hem of her sweater sleeves fidgeting away.

Maybe she lied to Shiloh, maybe she did care---and it was for all the wrong things.]

Mar. 20th, 2020


Narrative: Alex

Who: Alex White
What: Meeting his father
Where: At home
When: Friday, midnight.
Warnings/Rating: Low, with mentions of death. Also, long read.

Alex died. Again. )

Mar. 16th, 2020



Who: Atticus
What: Narrative
Where: His place in the Capital
When: Nowish → The next handful of days
Warnings/Rating: Nay

Had considered doing the spell back in Repose, but had changed his mind after a little consideration. )


Narrative: Fable

Who: Fable.
What: Narrative.
Where: Cabin, Woods.
When: Evening, now.
Warnings/Rating: None.

Fable didn’t like franks and beans anymore, especially cold. )

Mar. 12th, 2020


[Narrative: Burden]

Who: Burden
What: Narrative
Where: Repose → The Capital
When: The past few days → Now
Warnings/Rating: No

It wasn't a special night. )

Feb. 28th, 2020


[Text: Artemis]

Cut for narrative )
Dante always has loved bad decisions...]

[Text: Artemis - From: 000-000-0000] Not Smart.

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