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Jun. 3rd, 2018




what the fuck is up with this town.

May. 9th, 2018



[Dylan M]

Want to go to the bonfire with me? I promise to only get moderately drunk.

[For reasons unknown, Mary starts making little lunches for Nish on the regular. If Nish tried to leave the house without grabbing the lunch, her dog Molly will make a fuss about it. The lunches are anything from hearty sandwiches, to rice bowls to wraps with veggies.]


We've opened more trails at the park! Stop by the ranger station for an updated map. And, thanks everyone who contributed so we could do our seasonal repairs.

Apr. 15th, 2018


Dylan & Mary: the movies

[Who: Dylan M and Mary M
What: The date of awk.
Warnings: This is probs gonna be PG at most

Dylan asked the guys at work.

He woulda asked P but it seemed like the kind of thing a guy just knew how to do. The other guys, the ones who bunked with him and who had ordinary duty they signed up for, they knew he could beat the tar out of them if they said anything wrong. He wouldn't, but he could. It was a perk of being permanent state of limbo and waiting for the crackle of the intercom. So he asked one guy, who looked like the kind of guy who had been on a lot of dates and when Dylan showed up, it was dude-approved purple button-down over clean jeans. The jeans were old and they were kind of beat-up, as were his sneakers but the shirt was still almost-new.

The guy had been running on edgy tension and it had nothing to do with the date. Nah, it was all about counting down the days until the inevitable and this morning had been a blood-draw, sat in a medical chair with the smell in his nose and the ball in his fist and he had squeezed and squeezed until he had to be told for the third time to stop. He took the tension to the gym. Whaled on a guy for a little while (the guy was fine, and it was appropriate whaling, everyone signed up to it) and his knuckles showed none of it.

He had a prickle in the back of his head, and a tight feeling in his throat but Dylan abandoned it deliberate as he crossed the street to M's place. He didn't know if she had a roommate yet. He saw the post, he'd talked to her, but he didn't know if she'd found a roommate and this seemed like the kinda thing you knew before you showed up to a girl's place. And there was the conversation with P lodged in the back of his head along with the blood-draw, and Dyl was determined to do this thing the right way.

He knocked, and he shuffled around on her doorstep, hands in his pockets and staring at the tips of his sneakers.

Apr. 13th, 2018


Mary M

[Mary M]

[Dylan doesn't actually have her number, so he pings her forum.]

Hey. You know whats showing at the movie theater this weekend?

Apr. 9th, 2018



[Dylan M]

This is a note. Please check one box.
[ ] I am okay and not sad that P is on vacay
[X ] I need chips and beer
[ ] I am not okay and sad P is on vacay
[ ] Stop being weird, Dylan.

[There is suddenly a buttload of hotdog stuff in the breakroom. Hotdog jerky, pens shaped like hotdogs, hotdog flavored jellybeans, mini wienermobile toys, hotdog plushies and hotdog flavored soda.]

Apr. 8th, 2018


Patrick G

[Patrick G]

Yo P. Checking in.

Apr. 7th, 2018


Dylan + Hannah: Facility

Who: Dylan Michaels & Hannah Smith
What: Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin' all cool - nope? Nope.
When: Recent, let us go with recent.

Dylan ate most days at the Facility. Ate most meals at the Facility, which was another step in between Before and After, which loomed like that in Dylan's head. Capitals. Before, making whatever was in the little library's cookbook section in the trailer's crapped out little kitchen, when he came in with tupperware and thought a lot all day about getting over to G's room and sitting with her a little, eating beef stew and ratatouille while watching nature programs on TV, oh and yeah, going a little crazy once a month. Waking up with a tattoo or in some bed with a mouth that tasted like the dumpsters behind the high school had smelled on hot days. After, was the place in Vegas he didn't remember. Cool sheets, a taped intravenous line and a whole series of nothing but guard duty and watching kids try to rattle the outer fences for dares on the cameras.

Dylan expected another bad day imminent. He figured there were guys in here like him. Twitchy when the intercom crackled, tense under the skin until the day was done and the clock punched and they were back in bunks. The guys were partly why Dylan stayed: because if the doc called his number, he figured the guys would work it out until he wasn't making choices he didn't remember thinking about, public. G wasn't the issue. G was doing better, she told him so on the phone from the fancy rehab place teaching her how to walk normal. Nah, Dylan worried about people who had watched him grow up or grown up with him. He worried about Capital bars and he worried about M. Thought about it, until he felt like he'd gone around and around the bare walls inside his head and then he went to the gym and hit stuff until he didn't think about it anymore.

So he was eating. Here in the After. Collected a tray, lined up, and loaded up with everything going, burger, fries, a side of lasagne, chips, and an apple. Mostly, he was starving. Metabolism, he had measured weekly. They pricked him for blood, and measured everything, told him some days, didn't others. Dylan didn't want to know about his physiology: couldn't do nothing about it, didn't know if it was important. Metabolism meant he burned warm even cold outside, and he ate like he was starving. The apple, that was all Leda. Leda who thought fruit kept off expensive doctor bills.

He rolled the apple around on the table, empty. No one else was sat there, the shifts handed off late and the cafeteria here was vast, big enough to hold a bunch of egg-head scientists and dumb guys like Dylan at the same time without them having to talk.

Mar. 27th, 2018


Public, Patrick G, Hannah S


[Dylan doesn't bother to hide it.] Hey Holmes.

[Patrick G]

You OK?

[Hannah S]

You do the book thing?

Mar. 26th, 2018



[Dylan M.]


[Adrian M.]

Did you go check out a book?

[Nishka B.]

Do you need waffles or a mimosa or both?

[Stephanie M.]

Have fun?

Mar. 9th, 2018


Public, Con


[From the waiting room in the Facility and trying so hard not to think about it.]

Anyone ever play that game two lies and a truth? I never played except this one guy at work kicked off a game at lunch and he won every single game with people. No one could guess when he was lying all his stuff was unbelievable but he could prove it. Maybe its just being a good liar or maybe its having enough stuff happen in your life you can find outrageous stuff easy.

I figure Repose is probably good for a few games.

[Con T]

hey man




So...I opened my shop today to find a bunch of church ladies outside the front door holding signs. I don't really want to poke the hornet's nest...can someone bring me a coffee and maybe a danish?

Mar. 1st, 2018


Deliveries: Connie G, Destiny S

[Dude has a commission to look after P's sis. Dylan gives it thought. A lot of thought. He picks them up in a store in the Capital near where G used to be and he ties the package to her door knocker, with a note.]

This is a note. Please check one box.
[ ] I am okay and not sad that P is on vacay
[ ] I need chips and beer
[ ] I am not okay and sad P is on vacay
[ ] Stop being weird, Dylan.

[Destiny, he delivers one box of crayons and a coloring book of Finding Dory to Clary House. No note. It's a really cool box of crayons.]

Feb. 23rd, 2018



this town sucks. it's dumb magic is the worst and ihateit.

Feb. 12th, 2018


Patrick G, Mary M, Public

[Patrick G]

Hey. Feels like it was a month not a week. You OK?

[Mary M]

Hows the woods, M?


Looks like its chill out there now. Any after effects?

Feb. 4th, 2018



[Patrick G.]


[Cisco D]

Let me know if you need help.


We've closed some roads and trails at the park. Come to the ranger station for an updated map.

Jan. 27th, 2018




there's some chick dying in a backstreet because a cop shot her this place is fucking crazy

Jan. 15th, 2018


Dylan & Dawn

Who: Dylan and Dawn
What: Oblivious run-ins
When: Recent? Like now-ish.

Now he felt like the smudge on the page, wiped out, wound down. They said this was another set of tests. )

Oct. 12th, 2017


Facility (Science & Military), Rory B

[Facility: Aegis, Military, Science]
[Thursday evening, all coffee is replaced by tiny tins of tea, and every coffee station has cream, lemon, and sugar available with pretty cups and tiny metal tongs.

[Locked to Rory B]
Did you go to the party, Rory?

Oct. 7th, 2017


[family lock, hannah s, con t, public]

[family lock: Patrick G, Destiny S, Connie G]

We all alive?

[Hannah S]

You do OK?

[Con T]

Hows it going kid?


No hangover, calling it a plus. Cinderella you skate OK?

Oct. 5th, 2017


mary, dylan, patrick, dawn

[Dawn L.]
[After coming home to an empty apartment:]

I'm hoping you not being home yet is a good thing and I don't need to dig out the crossbow.

[Dylan M.]

Hey stormy. Enjoy the party?

[Patrick G.]

Did you leave the tower long enough to party down?


Tequila is also my drink of choice.

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