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Feb. 7th, 2016


[info]detached

Crust & Crumb: Leena and [Open]

Who: Leena and [Open to Any]
What: A snack, maybe conversation
Where: Crust and Crumb
When: Sunday, mid-afternoon
Warnings/Rating: Probably not?

Decisions and a treat )

Jan. 27th, 2016


[info]adamsammy

[Around Town: Kyle V and Adam S]

Who: Kyle V and Adam S
What: Bumping into one another after all this time
Where: near the laundromat
When: yesterday, evening
Warnings/Rating: n/a

What are you doing here? )

Jan. 22nd, 2016


[info]hereshecomes

[Public]

Hello townsfolk,

It's time to play a fun little game that I like to call "two truths and a lie." It's where you get to come here and tell me three things about yourself, two true things and one lie, and then I (and the studio audience) get to guess which one is the lie.

Why? Well because I'm nosy and my place is too small to throw a mixer so this is my ice breaker game for the day. Humor me.

I'll start.

1. I watched 120 episodes of Pretty Little Liars in 12 days
2. I'm related to Martha Washington's first husband
3. I believed in Santa Claus for way too long.

Jan. 12th, 2016


[info]adamsammy

Hookerville: Adam and Eris

Who: Adam and Eris
Where: Hookerville; Eris' Trailer
What: Looking for a job?
When: Just before the train plot
Warnings: N/A

Adam wasn’t at all sure what had him headed towards the outskirts of town, the not so well kept secret about what lay in the caravan of trailers and shacks. He knew he needed money, he knew he was lonely as fuck with Kyle being clearly with Ethan and he knew he...well he didn’t know much of anything. Who else would bother with him?

He asked a question of the first person that propositioned him, a younger girl, closer to his age with dark hair and darker eyes, and Adam almost forgot why he was there, but the way she’d lilted through a little laugh at him made him remember. She’d pointed him to the right trailer and he headed that way, hesitating for a long moment before knocking. He didn’t have the slightest idea of what to say, how to say it, but maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t have to. Maybe she’d know, whoever she was.
Read more... )

Jan. 6th, 2016


[info]reposetrain

[reveal / open to they seemed sad]

Who: Locked In [open to They Seemed Sad; Like Trees In November]
What: Reveal! and maybe more
When: Disembarking the train
Warnings: probably none

He didn't want to let go )

Dec. 26th, 2015


[info]erased

[public, Reece E]

Where is he?

Where did my dad go?

Where did he go?!?

No one will tell me anything!

[Locked to Reece E]

Hi.

Can you-

Could you help me?

Dec. 21st, 2015


[info]adamsammy

[Delivery: Kyle V]

[shortly after this]

[Adam made it to the door, box in hand, but stopped short when he spotted both Ethan’s much nicer car and the view of the two of them inside, lit by the soft glow. It clearly looked like a date, and he hesitated in even dropping the kitten off. It mewled in the box though so he went for it.

Left on the step in a box with holes in it, decorated with a too large bow was a tiny gray and beige tabby kitten, with a white belly and white feet. He’d thought he was going to wait, but panicked once he rang the bell, so there was no note, no indicator of who it was from.]

Dec. 16th, 2015


[info]dogmatic

Public

[As 'Seven M']

Roughly how depressing is it going to be to spend Christmas alone with a baby in a new town? Money says anywhere from 'medium' to 'very'.

Dec. 15th, 2015


[info]stripes

[ OPEN to Mean-Eyed Cat Patrons]

Who: Grant, Cat, and whoever else.
What: Drinks and billiards. Super innocent stuff.
Where: Mean-Eyed Cat ("Good" Bar)
When: Evening. Recent.
Warnings/Rating: None yet.

The Mean-Eyed Cat was busy and crowded that night. There was a line for the pool table, short games and names scrawled at the bar. It smelled like hops, like cigarettes, and there was no rule about smoking inside there. The air was thick, and the music wasn't Christmas despite the chill in the air outside. No, keeping true to the bar's theme, the music had twang and soul, and the seats at the bar were all crowded together. People sat close, talked loud, and the bartender kept the drinks coming. The waitress wandered, taking orders from people on booths and in chairs, and the place was a warm kind of loud. A couple danced pressed together between bar and pool table, and nobody bothered them. The whole place had the feel of being just outside of real, an escape that didn't bother pretending to be anything but what it was. What happens at the Cat, stays at the Cat.

Grant was at the bar a few minutes after a non-existent whistle blew in a non-existent factory after a non-existent day in 1941, wondering where the time had gone and contemplating a beer that wouldn't get him drunk. He kept an eye out for his former compatriot, sparing a thought for her passing allegiances with the kind of speculative military calm that other people called "waiting." The people in this town had been friendly to a fault so far, and Grant had made a conscious effort to blend in, wearing a sweater and jeans (probably tailored a little too close because he had only worn them twice in his lifetime), and maybe it was strange to be in a bar without a crowd of men with tags around their necks.

Dec. 8th, 2015


[info]carry

Brett T/Public

[Brett T]

I told you if you said it out loud you'd get jinxed by some random annoying person trying to get a hold of you.

I talked to Cat. If you want some extra work, you're going to need to contact her. Either phone or on the forum. Discuss schedule and all that. You're welcome.

[Public]

Everyone is sitting around waiting for Star Wars to come out, and I'm here counting down the days for The Hateful Eight.

Dec. 1st, 2015


[info]stripes

[Quicklog: Leftovers with Grant, CLOSED]

[Grant had several plates with cheap plastic pie covers stacked in the passenger seat of his truck. The vehicle was a second-hand four wheel drive he'd bought from a farmer moving out of the county six months ago. He took out his phone and carefully punched out a post on the town forum that informed everyone where he was, and that he had the food ready. After a moment's thought, he told everyone to be cautious in this weather.

He'd made a lot of extras. When the holiday week arrived, Grant refused to sit around and feel sorry for himself, so on Wednesday he had started cooking and he hadn't stopped until Friday morning. It had been very satisfying, making all those good things out of raw and uncollected ingredients, an act of unskilled creation that Grant had enjoyed immensely. It helped him keep his mind off the places he had been and the things he had done, in the months previous.

He parked outside the General Store and opened a thermos of hot coffee.]

[info]adamsammy

[Bitty Hospital - Adam S and Matt D]

Who: Adam S. and Matt D.
What: Picking Up a Cat
Where: Bitty Animal Hospital
When: A few hours before the haze
Warnings/Rating: Not likely

Adam headed out as soon as he could, not even bothering to put in his contacts, too excited to do more than just shove on a hat and clean clothes. It wasn't too far from his trailer, but he took the car anyway, thinking it would be warmer to get the kitten home with. The whole gift was probably going out on a limb, but he couldn't help himself. It was something Kyle wanted and it had been too long since he'd ben able to do that for him. He headed straight for the vet's place, parking up close and heading to the door, letting himself in and looking around. "Hello?" he asked.

[info]fuadan

Public

No, there are no post-Black Friday sales. There were no pre-Black Friday sales, no actual Black Friday sales, and no Cyber Monday sales on laundry.

Nov. 30th, 2015


[info]adamsammy

[Locked to Matt D and Manning T]

I'm looking for a cat that would make a good pet. You don't have anything at your hospital that needs to be adopted do you?

[info]adamsammy

[Locked to Hunter R.]

So. If i wanted to find a cat... Not that you have them, you mostly have dogs right? But if I was looking for one? Like one that could be a pet.

Nov. 28th, 2015


[info]stripes

Public.

If you didn't get a real Thanksgiving or you just really like leftover turkey and stuffing, let me know, I have lots.

Nov. 25th, 2015


[info]adamsammy

Who: Adam and Hunter
What: laundry tips and tricks
Where: the laundromat
When: late afternoon

Adam was back to putting his clothes in the dryer, washing them despite the fact that they might not need it. It was warmer by the dryer than his trailer though. And it wasn't far from thr Rec Center where Kyle worked. He shut the dryer and dropped in the coins, then leaned back, watching the collection of plaid swirl like some sort of acid trip. Actually that was what his last acid trip had been like. He opted to avoid it after that. Jeff had laughed that he was a baby for not being able to handle "the colors", but Adam had taken the abuse to avoid a repeat of begging Jeff to make it stop. That had been more embarrassing that being teased. And at least when he was being teased someone had been paying attention to him. He was still mad at his best friend for trying to pin rape, kidnapping, and murder charges on him, but his life had been significantly lonelier with Jeff in jail and Kyle here.

He pushed up to sit on the counter, humming to himself, some song he'd heard on the radio during the drive over. He never picked a station, not sure what kind of music he liked, just surfed until he heard something familiar. Even now, he wasn't sure what it was, just some song, but it distracted his thoughts.