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Jan. 12th, 2019


[info]endnoted

Newt P, Patrick G, Holly W, Louis D

[Newt P]

Hello, Newt.

[Patrick G]

Happy New Year, Patrick.

[Holly W]

Your taste in material is pedestrian, Webster.

[Louis D]

I missed your note, Louis. Sorry.

[info]endnoted

Narrative: Jack P

Who: Jack P
What: Narrative
Warnings: References to alcohol addiction, but tame.

more than a meat-sack with a booze bottle in hand )

Jan. 9th, 2019


[info]detached

Bea H, Ronan X, Jack P, Damian W, Misha B

[Bea H]

Hey. How are you?

[Ronan X]

How did Christmas go?

[Jack P]

So I think we should probably make a date.

[Damian W]

Thank you.

[Misha B]

Checking in on you.

Dec. 29th, 2018


[info]strikethose

[locked to daniel w, misha b, damian w, jack p, newt p]

[locked to daniel w]

Thank you so much, Daniel, for the lovely dinner. It was very kind of you to have the whole gaggle over.

[locked to misha b]

Hello Misha. How are you?

[locked to damian w]

Did you enjoy the dinner?

[locked to jack p]

Thank you for the gift, Jack, it was very kind.

[locked to newt p]

Thank you for the book, Newt, it's beautiful. How are you?

Dec. 23rd, 2018


[info]reposeholiday

Secret Santa: Jack P

[Purpose is not something that can be fathomed from thin air. It cannot sustain itself on mere fairy dust. But, it is what Jack asked for. The wish is made.

Grant Jack the purpose he had once more, the desire and means to write, whatever this means. Grant it without ruthlessness, he does not wish to kill anyone, but do grant it with interest such as that he had when he began to write.

Santa does not know how this will manifest to the aimless man who lives above the newspaper. Perhaps as a seeded feeling of direction. Perhaps a mere inclination to put pen to paper, metaphorically speaking. Magic cannot be funnelled or controlled. So, it is possible it comes as a nagging, gnawing desire, a need to engage with that which is not his business. Santa relinquishes responsibility for how purpose comes to Jack Penhaligon. He grants the wish and he is done.

The card that arrives in the mail is simple. It bears no signature whatsoever.]

Dec. 20th, 2018


[info]endnoted

Holly W

[Holly W]

Hello.

Dec. 6th, 2018


[info]reposeholiday

Jack P

What do you wish?

Dec. 1st, 2018


[info]endnoted

Public

[Public]

If anyone tells me Father Christmas is real I won't believe you. Even if he comes with teeth or something. Vampires, werewolves, fucking necromancers. But not Father Christmas. I put that beyond the reach of this town.

Nov. 12th, 2018


[info]endnoted

Public, Leena B, 'Jane', Kratos S, Louis D, Patrick G

[Public]

Well. If I'd ever wondered what being a woman was like, that's that taken care of.

Eddie, wherever you are, I hope you made it through.

[Leena B]

It's been a year. Please tell me you weren't dead.

["Jane"]

All right? No necromancy this go-round?

[Kratos S]

Well that wasn't postcards.

[Louis D]

All right? Did the current occupier budge up and make room?

[Patrick G]

All right?

[info]dogmatic

Marta, Public

[Marta] Are you alright?

[Public, thoroughly disgruntled]

As if it's not enough to live one version of a life in this world and the bullshit that entails. This better not be some vindictive genie bullshit. If one of you made a misguided wish, I'm awarding you the title of supreme asshole.

[info]innumerable

Call: Patrick G, Jack P, Claire J+Destiny S, Daniel W

[Call: Patrick G]
[Ring!]

[Locked to Jack P]
All right, Jack?

[Locked to Claire J & Destiny S]
How're you both?

[Locked to Daniel W]
Are you well, Daniel?

Oct. 20th, 2018


[info]endnoted

Public, Leena B

[Public]

Is there some sort of bartender's oath? Similar to the Hippocratic, or a vow of secrecy or something? Not for myself, I'd far prefer to observe the vagaries of bartending as if it were some sort of vocational enterprise best suited to people who listen and say the right thing a lot, but because I've got to hire a round of new staff as the old lot exodus and I'd like to know if we should establish basic principles here.

The skating, on the other hand, I don't think there's an oath for that.

[Leena B]

Hello. Checking in.

Oct. 16th, 2018


[info]strikethose

[group lock to ren s, jack p, hannah s]

Hello. I would like to apologize for putting you all in an uncomfortable situation. I assure you it was not intentional.

Oct. 8th, 2018


[info]endnoted

Holly W

[Holly W]

[Far too cheerful.]

Good morning, sunshine.

Oct. 6th, 2018


[info]riddlethem

steph/jack/public

[Stephanie M]

When do you think you'll be back in town?

[Jack P]

How do you like the new roller rink?

[Public]

Loot, my wonderful little arcade will be opening tomorrow afternoon. I've bought the nearby space for an indoor mini golf course and I've got a few Halloween specials. Consider stopping by!

Oct. 3rd, 2018


[info]innumerable

Jack P, Atticus M, Adrian M, Connie G

[Locked to Jack P]
Hello, Jack.

[Locked to Atticus M]
How're you doing, Atticus? Has Dahlia left town?

[Locked to Adrian M]
Hello, Adrian, do you have a minute?

[Locked to Connie G]
Welcome back, Connie.

Oct. 2nd, 2018


[info]awry

[Evans & Peel: Jack & Holly]

Who: Jack & Holly
What: Drinking!
Where: Evans & Peel
When: After this
Warnings/Rating: D for Drunk

Holly was wasted. He had literally no tolerance. As in, it was his first time drinking anything ever, and he'd selected a plastic bottle with a red label from the grocery store shelf. See, it was a label he knew, right? His dad had bought this stuff by the gallon. Sometimes Holly had bought it for him, because even the guy at the grocery store had known the bottles were for his dad, so he didn't card. His dad had gone through a bottle every two days, and he would drink it with, like, a splash of water and one ice cube. Dad didn't like the booze being diluted with other stuff, and that's how Holly did it. Well, without the ice cube. Holly didn't have a fridge, so there weren't ice cubes, but he did add a drop of water. It smelled exactly how he remembered, the booze, and it didn't bring back anything that resembled a good memory. It burned while it went down, but it hit him fast, and that was what he wanted. He wanted to be oblivious to, like, everything, and so that was a thing that absolutely happened.

Talking to Noah had also happened, and he knew Noah was going to meet him here later, and, okay, business transaction. It was a business transaction. Talking to Sunny had happened, and that had been the same kind of weird as every single conversation he had with someone who didn't know him at all. Dee was the same way, and Holly was officially done trying to tell people he knew them. It was like stages of denial or something, and he was... he was on whatever step this was, and this step sucked.

So, the Jack guy had offered free-better booze, and why not? Why not? He couldn't think of one legitimate reason to abstain. He was 22, and he was old enough to get in and drink, and he was already buzzed, so why not have something decent tasting? That was how he found himself heading down the stairs at the weirdest bar ever. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to find Jack, so he did the only logical thing. He weaved up to the bar in layers and black jeans, hair mussed and eyes bloodshot, and he loudly asked the bartender for 'my buddy Jack.'

Sep. 28th, 2018


[info]solus

public

Truth. Or drink.

Here's your first question: What is a secret that you kept from your parents when you were growing up?

Sep. 14th, 2018


[info]endnoted

Jack & MJ: the paper

Who: Jack and MJ
What: An interview for the paper
Warnings: Nada

Jack didn't know how he felt about the paper. )

Sep. 12th, 2018


[info]innumerable

Jack P, Daniel W, Dahlia H

[Locked to Jack P]
Are you all right, Jack?

[Locked to Daniel W]
Daniel, tell me when's a good time.

[Locked to Dahlia H]
Dahlia.

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