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Mar. 6th, 2018


News, Rehab: Damian/Misha

[Immediately after this, bodies, bled and already starting to rot, are left real carefully wrapped in white linen and at the police station. Misha considered just burying them himself, but then their next of kin wouldn't have the closure of putting their loved ones in the dirt, and he doesn't want that for folks. And, too, he's real agitated himself, and this is the quickest way of dealing with things. There ain't no indication of where the bodies came from, and the white sheet they're wrapped in can't be traced to anyplace. In fact, the fibers ain't even known fibers. The police lists the folks as unknown, and anyone with folks missing in their lives are asked to come forward to help with identifying.]

[Rehab: Damian/Misha]
[As soon as the bodies were gone, taken away and left by some unseen thing, Misha appeared in Damian's room at rehab. He hadn't planned on coming, and he didn't even know if a thing was wrong with the other boy. But, after the things Lyssa had said, there wasn't no way he was going to keep from coming and grabbing this boy and tucking him safe. That was his plan, leastways, when he showed up in that room in denim and a white hoodie, Vans on his feet and holy light crackling tangible in the air.]

Mar. 5th, 2018


telepathy, open to any and all

[For those who are receptive and open on this evening, the signal comes through with a pop of radio static. Telepaths and dreamers, those who have experienced her influence before, those that are angry tonight, those that are reaching out in prayer, those that are just having a real unlucky night... these residents are all capable of hearing Lyssa. It is a wonderful night for a bedtime story, and she reads to them with a soft, smiling voice.

To bed,
to bed,
mother said.

To bed,
she said
the angry boy
his face
turned red.

His face
turned red.
And with a cry,
he chopped
her head.

No bed.
He said.
snicker snack
his mom was

Mar. 2nd, 2018


log: dreamland, eames & alyssa!vaughn

Who: Vaughn(actually Alyssa) and Eames
What: She finds him in a dream and turns his memories into a chewtoy
Where: Dreamland!
When: Most recent.
Warnings: None I think.

It was just a dream, darling, but Eames forgot, momentarily. )

Feb. 11th, 2018


Janus A, Alyssa V, Nilus D

[Locked to Janus A]
[While talking with Claire.] You there, Janus?

[Mental: Alyssa V]
[He tries for a real sharp, real hard mental shove.]

[Locked to Nilus D]
You make it through the crazy fine, אָח?

Dec. 26th, 2017


[Secret Santa: Alyssa V]

[A single bar of 24K gold. A small tub of fresh cream. A 2006 bottle of Tignanello Antinori. A jar of Amfissa olives. A jar of grape leaves. This is what she receives. There is no goat and no virgin blood.]

Dec. 8th, 2017


Alyssa V.

What do you want?

Dec. 3rd, 2017


[Mental: Lyssa/Claire]

[Stronger every day and certainly stronger than yesterday, Alyssa noticed something on this fine Sunday morning that she hadn't noticed before. If a thought could be a needle-thin hook embedded in the back of her mind, that is what this thought was. No, not a thought. A thought could move around, a thought could be rage or madness, but this was more like the ghost of some slim, probing finger. A needle-finger, a fishhook finger. And like all the best fishhooks, this one was attached to a line, an invisible fishing line that she could follow through the darkness by feel alone. She did not know how long the ghost memory of this fishhook touch had been in place, had it begun to rust? Was it a fishhook bomb set to detonate at high noon and turn her into a sunburnt goldfish with no bowl? Somebody had been digging, that's what this fishhook feeling was. Seems like what Alyssa had here was a little backdoor psychic security breach. Oh, she hated psychic things. They always thought they were so clever. But, determined to let this being know that they were not as sneaky as they believed, Alyssa wrapped that psychic tie that barely bound them and poured some old time goddess strength into it, strengthening the connection so that it wouldn't break so easily. Then, she pulled on that line hard to get the person on the other side's attention.] Knock knock..

Nov. 15th, 2017


Louis D, Damian W

[Locked to Louis D]

Louis, Louis, Louis

[Locked to Damian W]

My little priest, do you remember the forever?

Nov. 13th, 2017


Nilus, Janus A, Lyssa

[Mental to Nilus]
[After the mindwipe.] You doing real fine over there?

[Locked to Janus A]
You left town. Something wrong?

[Later, after thinking on it a whole lot.]
[Mental to Lyssa]

Oct. 16th, 2017



[Incidents of rabies begin cropping up around town. It starts small with the sad news of a single house cat that is captured and put down. Then, a trio of dogs. Bats and raccoons are next, found congregating and foaming in front of the local antique store and around the Wainright residence one night. An outbreak seems to have befallen the animals of the city, and a warning is issued across several news stations.]

Sep. 20th, 2017


Alyssa V

[Locked to Alyssa V]

Sep. 17th, 2017


Alyssa V

[Mental ping: Alyssa V]
[He don't bother with lost languages or anything elevated. He just reaches out once he can feel her out there, and he ain't even sure if it'll work, but he tries anyway.]

Alyssa. That ain't your real name, I reckon.

Sep. 15th, 2017


[News: Repose]

[A press release is issued midday Friday by the police station. A spokesperson expresses that early reports indicate no third party presence whatsoever in the commission of the prior night's crime at the Quiet Home. They do confirm a patient from the Quiet Home is missing, but that, as of this release, they do not believe her to be suspect in the crime, but rather an opportunist. As she was likely the last to see the two men alive, they would like to speak with her however, and anyone with information as to her whereabouts is urged to contact the station.

Still, the patients of the Quiet Home offer a slightly different story, if asked. Given the Quiet Home's questionable past, it's not too hard to believe either. One or two patients claim to have seen a black demon on the grounds just prior to the attack. One mentions the demon's red eyes, his quick hands. Others say it was definitely a local ghost known for its ill-temper. If that's what really happened, the police aren't confirming that. The more paranoid would note that the cops aren't denying it either.

UPDATE: The police release the identity of the escaped patient, Alyssa Vaughn. They don't give details as to the reason(s) she was at the Quiet Home, but, after releasing her intake photo, they reiterate that if she's seen, that she's not to be approached and that the police ought be called.]


[News: Repose]

[It's in the town paper come morning. Later that evening, the cops at the Cat talk about it, but it's those who listen in on band radios who are informed first in a series of codes that are called in. 10-54. 10-20? Quiet Home.—There's a little more detail in the (brief) summary in the paper: two security guards were found dead on the Quiet Home grounds, late the night prior. Whether their deaths are suspicious or if there's a suspect on the loose, those details are not provided, the police station citing an ongoing, active investigation.]

Sep. 2nd, 2017



In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you. Buddha

I need work. Would anyone be willing to hire a mad as a hatter artist?

Aug. 28th, 2017


public, misha b.



From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view—

-Edgar Allan Poe

[locked to misha b:]

Thinking back on our last conversation, I feel I was being far too harsh. You have only ever tried to help me, Misha. I deeply regret if you were hurt by anything I said, as I suspect you might have been. I'm sorry.

Aug. 24th, 2017


quiet home garden: alyssa & damian

[Like a roving gambler, she escaped into darkness. The once upon a goddess wore hospital garb, the worn-down felt of passed down slippers on her feet, badly trodden with filth and compost. The white and long sleeved thermal of summer impracticality was her shirt, meant to conceal IV scabs and that single hospital bracelet jangling silently on her wrist. Her pants were pajama-striped, concentration camp monochrome with a tie that knotted hopelessly around her pointy hips. The goddess sat in the dirt, playing with a twig. The garden was small, a place where they allowed patients to pretend they were gardeners… which meant that mostly the thing was a mess and overly grown.

The strong one said that he was coming, but even if he didn't, that was okay. The twig she was digging with gave her thumb a splinter, and Alyssa dug it loose with the pointed edge of her teeth. She was humming the Beatles while she waited, although she didn't know who the Beatles were. Who shot Lennon, strong man, could you tell her that too? Let me take you down... to strawberry fields... where nothing is real... ]

Aug. 23rd, 2017



I would like to remove all music from the shop. There are many records and plastic boxes for music. I would like to hire someone to move the entirety somewhere else and sell it, for a percentage of the resulting profit.

Someone from town may vouch for your character.

Jul. 29th, 2017


[public + lock to atticus m]


[After this. The window in the antique store door is now boarded over.]

I appear to have had a break-in. Would anyone like to come clean?

[lock to atticus m]

I didn't have the chance to thank you for accompanying me the other day. Thank you.

Jul. 27th, 2017


[Antique Store: Sam & Alyssa]

Who: Sam & Alyssa
What: Nighttime window smudging and radio theft (Sorry, Lou!)
Where: The antique store
When: Fuzzynowish
Warnings/Rating: I for Insane. L for Language.

Candied fingers, sticky from tropical twizzlers and nicotine gum, spread like bat wings on the glass of the antique store window front.  )

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