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May. 8th, 2020


Eames & Atticus: the woods

Who: Eames & Atticus
When: Now-ish? Fuzzy when it comes to Arthur's Great Escape
Warnings: Nada

The doors to the living area were flung wide )

Apr. 26th, 2020



Mailed to: All Lakeside Mansion residents (hi neighbors); as well as Dietre A, Janus A, Leena B, Fiach B, Aedan B, Audrey C, Diego C, Eames, Christina F, Marta F, Rafe Jiménez, Harlow J, Billy K, Atticus M, Matilda M, Holly & Noah NW, Mal R, Mao S, Hannah S, Rey S, Clover W, Alex W, Dante Z )

Apr. 8th, 2020



[From the car, after this, posted late in the evening. She thinks she should post to Audrey, and then maybe to Jamie, and maybe to Daniel (to thank him) and she ends up just...:]

I'm okay. Don't be trapped into being like everyone else.

[No further replies once Si takes the phone.]

Apr. 6th, 2020



[After this.

Locked away from Dante. Anon.]

How the fuck do I make a Cafe Cubano?

Mar. 19th, 2020



I require suggestions on [...he has to look up the word again] movies.

Feb. 22nd, 2020


Public, Janus A


[Midway through a job and deeply, deeply tired.] What's the worst joke you've ever heard that's funny?

[Janus A]

Still smoking on the edge of town?

Jan. 5th, 2020


Marta F, Dietre A, F Eames, Hazel H, Mal R, Daniel W, Public

[Locked to Marta F]
I so didn't mean to leave you hanging dude. How was NY?

[Locked to Dietre A]
[He hasn't heard from him a while, but he tries anyway.]

[Locked to Feames]
Walked into any ones dreams lately?

[Locked to Hazel H]
[...After some thinking.]
Hey dude I think we maybe got off on the wrong foot. Do you want to try again or just like write it off?

[Locked to Mal R]
Dude I forgot to ask after your holidays my bad

[Locked to Daniel W]
[Also just to try.]
Mr. W?

Is anyone looking for a front desk type job?

Dec. 19th, 2019


[Locked: F Eames]

i normally wouldn't bother with this shit, but you're a friend of noah's, so...
how's life as an illiterate drag queen?

Nov. 21st, 2019


Public, Janus A, Noah N-W, J Arthur, Hannah S


Well I found that bracing, a nice reminder that the town gets up to fuckery on the regular. To Kelly, may you drink purple smoke with impunity off the train as well as on.

[Janus A]

So, darling?

[[Noah N-W]]

No dreams this time?

[[J Arthur]]

Are you going to confess all or do I need to drag it out of you?

[Hannah S]

Life positively isn't the same if I can't catch your eye across a cafeteria and ask who you were for a night.



If I said rainbow socks or yeezy guitar guy would that mean anything to anyone?

Oct. 26th, 2019


F Eames, J Arthur

[Locked to F Eames & J Arthur, together.]
[After returning, and after Albin has a conversation with Carnem about liability, etc.]

Hi. I just wanted to say it was really, really nice working with you.

Oct. 6th, 2019




The one thing this town is missing is a tailor.

Sep. 14th, 2019



[After hearing from his lawyers, the same firm as in 1999, actually, about the B&B, which he's authorized them to reacquire.]

Looking to hire a few people for the B&B. Manager. Assistant. That sort of thing. Place is haunted. Can't mind that.

Sep. 5th, 2019


Si M, Claire J, F Eames & J Arthur

[Si M]
Hi. Marta wants us to visit, and they came to ask about Destiny. Do you know her brother? Someone should see if he's okay, but I don't talk to him.

[Claire J]
Hi. Do you have any stories about nice drinks today?

[F Eames & J Arthur]
I don't think I can do it.

Aug. 14th, 2019


Public, Janus A


That's one way of recruiting for the denominational worship in town. I'd forgotten the town could do a little intentional mischief, fuck with a few heads on the trot.

[Janus A]

Hello, darling.

Jul. 13th, 2019


Dream Log: Billy/Eames

Who: Billy K. and F. Eames
What: Dreaming
Where: A prison island
When: Present (night)
Warnings/Rating: TBD, but let’s start with warnings for kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, and (at the very least) implied abuse.

When he woke up in the tapestry room, Billy knew that it was because the Prince had found someone new. )

Jun. 14th, 2019


Eames & Hannah & Arthur: training

Who: Eames and Hannah and Arthur
What: Dream-training (sorry, Arthur)
Warnings: Let's go with TBD given Eames is involved in dreaming here.

Eames was tone deaf, and couldn't sing a note )

Jun. 12th, 2019



I'm looking for someone who would be willing to walk my dog mid-day four days a week, would prefer someone who's got some experience doing so, and will negotiate a fair price for the task. If you do that sort of thing, or have a reference of someone who does that I could contact, let me know.

Jun. 11th, 2019


Public, Hannah S, J Arthur, Janus A


Sex, love, what's next for the town public discourse? Politics? Death? I could talk about death. Dead as a doornail. Pushing up daisies. What's after like?

[Hannah S]

Hello, Hannah.

[J Arthur]

Have you filled every form out now?

[Janus A]

I owe you coffee, darling.

Jun. 1st, 2019


[Dream: Holly & Eames]

Who: Holly and Eames
What: A dream
Where: A dark and foreboding sea
When: Nowish/When we finish
Warnings/Rating: TBD. Just to be safe, let's go with possible jump scares, violence, bashing, and military stuff.

The boy was a boy. He wasn't a small boy, because he couldn't recall ever being small, but he was a boy. Aged about 10, his brown hair was shaggy, the bangs falling well into his eyes and obstructing his view of the world around him. He wore military fatigues that bunched up at the heels of his white sneakers, and the buttoned camouflage shirt boasted sleeves that went past his fingers. He was an unimpressive scrap of a thing, but his brown eyes were intelligent as they looked beyond messy brown strands to peek down the hall.

The hall of what, you ask?

Well, a ship, of course.

This dream ship was built in a more gilded age, with shiny, warm wood and ornate runners running here and there in the halls, from first to third. It was the type of ship that had a name that would never be forgotten SS-this, HMS-that, RMS-the other. The outside was pristine white, all the way up to the gleaming black fireplaces that jutted into the sky. The decor was Art Deco, and it was all plush and posh... or it had been once. Tonight, the boat was abandoned, a ghost ship taking on water and listing on a dark, dark sea. The lights still worked, but they flickered with abandon, and the boy glanced this way and that down the third-class hall and its ankle-deep seawater, and he ran. From someone? To someone? There was no indication yet.

He was a pop of camouflage, a slap of sneakers in water, a blur of movement as the ship creaked ominously, and he rounded the corner and ducked into a room he'd been in often. But, this being the type of dream it was, the room was black, black, ink and absence and cold.

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