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Aug. 26th, 2019




Would like to find someone who cleans. [Pause.] For money.

Aug. 12th, 2019




Aug. 8th, 2019



The problem with spending so much time in the Capital is that I'm horribly out of touch with the happenings in town. Mermaid's tail? Disappearing arcade game? How does one make sure to be around the next time something bizarre happens?

Jul. 20th, 2019



[Public: as anon]

[At three am.]

A person will die of starvation slower than lack of sleep. Starvation takes weeks.

May. 29th, 2019



[After a visit to the recreation center.]

Perhaps I will host a party at the manor for the summer solstice. Any who might require formalwear could speak to me, and I would purchase it. I had considered a party without lights, but I believe this might make for a challenging social engagement. These are all simple thoughts and I am open to any suggestions that might be had, if they are not too stupid. This said, most of you are not as annoying as I had once imagined, or you are not so with exhausting consistency. I am pleased.

May. 23rd, 2019


[Bonfire: Everyone!]

Who: Everyone! Anyone!
What: Travis' bonfire.
Where: Lakefront, behind Mason's home.
When: Nowish/Night
Warnings/Rating/Add'l: Anything goes. In headers place: locations, warnings, indication whether a thread is open.

The bonfire. )

Apr. 28th, 2019



[As Newt P.]

I am sorry for bowling you over on the boardwalk and I'm sorry for not having more time to learn about you.

Apr. 26th, 2019


Public, Janus A, Lucifer M, Damian W

[He can tell real folks in dreams, and he ain't got no doubt these were shared experiences:]
If you were reading at a graveside, I'm real sorry to have bothered you.

[Janus A & Lucifer M, and he don't bother locking each individually.]
Y'all fine?

[In-person: Dami & Misha.]
[Misha, he hadn't woken in the recreation center, and he hadn't woken in the woods. He'd woken in a between place he'd summoned up for himself just after learning 'bout who his daddy was. It was a safe place for being, somewhere neither Heaven or Hell could see, and he reckoned he'd gone there completely unawares. Now, he'd been sitting at the foot of Damian's cot going on a few hours, looking real harmless and sipping some on a real sugary drink.]

Mar. 8th, 2019


Elijah and Aubrey: the garage

Who: Elijah and Aubrey
When: Recent
Where: Bill's garage

There was a book under the counter. Elijah could picture it without seeing it. The cover was dull beige with a bird cradled in the centre, goldenrod yellow. It was fat with promise and hours and hours of sitting until his feet cooled and the blood pooled in his legs until stretching provoked the sensation known as 'pins and needles' and was the restoration of the circulation system. There was a book under the counter but in the absence of one of the birds (the girl who was in her thirties and less girl than woman, but who dressed in denim and who smelled strongly of cherry suckers and hair-products and Elijah lacked the vocabulary for such a woman despite all his reading) he was behind the counter instead of out back. This unnerved him. He evaded eye-contact with anyone in the vague proximity of the street in the hope that none would come into the garage and his hands were protected in thin gloves made for working with the parts outside.

That was the other reason he couldn't read: oil. Elijah was fastidious about cleanliness. He liked soap, and disinfectant and anything that would banish the suggestion of dirt, blood or viscera to a strongly-scented delusion. He smelled of mint, and a little of lemons and motor-oil, from the gloves. He couldn't read the book to while away the time waiting for people and he couldn't disappear into the back, which he wanted to do most because of the cash register. People were morons, present an easy opportunity and the thin veneer of civility flaked and cracked like cheap paint. Society was temporary, it didn't matter what political philosophers thought.

The radio was on. A station mostly music, less chattering radio heads. Elijah couldn't think in the face of too much talking, and he loathed the peppy sound of the presenter's voice, but he didn't talk frequently enough for it to hook underneath Elijah's skin and pull. There was someone walking toward the door. Elijah flinched, looked wildly in the direction of the breakroom in the hope that the other girl would materialize out of thin air and take this encounter out of the realm of likelihood, and gave himself up to the inevitability of contact.

It wasn't that Elijah didn't like people. He did. Behind glass, or at distance enough they couldn't touch him. He couldn't smell disease on the air, or the coughs and colds of winter, but he imagined what it might be like. He was a narrow man, in navy blue wool sweater turned over at the elbows over an undershirt that was faded gray, and his face was mistrust over a beard. Elijah's facial expression was flexible as rubber, and transparent as glass.

Mar. 2nd, 2019


One would think a former player would know better. One would think that a retired master of games would know the bloody moves. Shame on me, friends.

I'm going to change the stupid locks even though you haven't got a key.
There shan't be a single moment when you're back to bother me.

You're also barred from the club.

Any of you lot thought I was cold before, you haven't seen a bloody thing.



Hey, Raven.

We didn't finish our conversation at the party.

I think you knew all along I'd be the one to make this post. I don't know if that earns you what was promised, but I like the way you think, and I'd like to indulge some more in that.

If that tickles you in any way, then let me know.

Regards, Horns.

I mean, if anyone else who doesn't own a mask covered in ravens would like to break open the coffee machine and talk I guess I'd welcome that, too. I don't want the Internet to be mad at me for being exclusionary, oh goodness.

Feb. 25th, 2019




Hiring at the gas station.

Feb. 23rd, 2019



Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

—Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost

Jan. 31st, 2019



[Very anon]

They're building jails to lock people away who can do things. Are you scared of getting caught?

[Edit: Holly W]

[Defiantly anon.] You want an after.

Jan. 27th, 2019


Patrick G, Dietre A, Travis B, Adrian M, Bea H, Elijah H, Marta F

[Locked to Patrick G]
Bro...Tf is going on out there?

[Locked to Dietre A]
Hey dude how's life?

[Locked to Travis B]
Bodie you chill?

[Locked to Adrian M]
Gunster-bro happy belated 2019

[Locked to Bea H]
Can we talk yet dude?

[Locked to Elijah H]
Hey I'm Noah can we talk?

[Locked to Marta F]
Marta heyy

Jan. 19th, 2019


WHO: Elijah Hathorne & Ren Solitaire
WHEN: Nowish.
WHERE: Secondhand books & cafe.
SUMMARY: Elijah has book & coffee needs and he's come to the right place.
WARNINGS: None currently, will update if needed.

Even going on his second year in Repose, he still didn’t feel as if he knew everyone who lived there. )

Dec. 19th, 2018


Holly & Elijah: Webster's Vinyl

Who: Elijah H and Holly W
Where: Webster's Vinyl
Warnings: Nada.

Elijah didn't care if she thought he was on the spectrum if it meant not glancing fingertips against someone else's in the classical section )

Dec. 18th, 2018




Who runs the music and book stores these days? Used to have an account, think the owners changed. Account's stopped.

Coffee place too. Do ground coffee?