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May. 29th, 2020



Summer-Haiku from "The Spice-Box of Earth" by Leonard Cohen


and a deeper silence

when the crickets


May. 1st, 2020


[House Party; Group Log]

WHO: Hugh Christian, Zee Larsen, guests, and anyone else who wants to wander in.
WHEN: This Weekend-ish
WHERE: Hugh's mansion, Lakeside.
SUMMARY: Hugh promised Zee he'd throw a party and let her meet her friends, and neighbors, and their friends, so it's a giant house party with food, and mingling, and dancing if you want to.
NOTE: All details under the cut; I've made organization starter threads, but please put warnings, specific locations, and names/opens in your subjects! Feel free to have as many people in the thread as you want. You can dibs open threads, and feel free to jump into multiple threads in the post. Tag the post when you join. Yes, the door will be open, so if you want your character to join in, pop them in.

Zee, welcome to Repose )

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 )

Mar. 31st, 2020



Let's see. Today's Tarot card is The Five of Wands.

The image on the face of the Five of Wands is one of the most straightforward in the Tarot. Although there is always room for interpretation, the five men depicted on the card are obviously in conflict.Their raised wands are not being used as weapons but are stopping them from moving forward as they clash with one another.

When this card appears upright in a reading, it calls attention to disharmony in your life. You may be engaged in mental or physical warfare with those around you. This condition brings up feelings of contempt and anger in all those involved in the fighting.

So in essence this is the ultimate conflict card. Everyone is shouting and wanting to be heard, and there are so many different opinions being thrown about. But no-one is listening. It leads to a total break-down of communication and no forward movement without people lowering their guard.

Thanks for coming to my TED (Tarot Education Divinity) Talk.

Mar. 23rd, 2020


Kratos S

What the fuck?

Mar. 11th, 2020


[News: Repose/Lake]

[Hours after the unsubstantiated chaos, the waves that wash up along the north shore of the lake leave behind a thick, salty-smelling residue. The sticky remains of... something—chemical runoff, maybe?—are a mess, smeared on the muddy strand like so much jelly. Cold and gelatinous, it gives to the touch, sucking up anything that comes into contact with it. Those brave enough to actually reach down and see what it feels like are greeted by a caustic burn that raises blisters in seconds and that will heal slowly and painfully. Too, something strange happens. It doesn't linger, the strangeness—and, as a rule, it's forgotten—, but most, when and if they do try to prod the substance, suffer an immediate forgetfulness of their intent. The forgetfulness doesn't extend further than this moment, nor is the person who has forgotten aware of having forgotten. They just fail to move further with their exact intent to probe deeper. This oddity likely saves several from worse injuries. In some of the bigger clumps of... whatever it is, small bouquets of bones bloom—fish bones, mostly, if you look close enough—, but most of the jelly is too thinly broken down to carry much. Most who encounter it agree on two simple, but stalwart points: it's weird and it stinks.

Residents are advised to stay out of the lake and avoid the beach until the substance is identified and/or cleared.]

Mar. 10th, 2020


Marta F, Iris M,

[Marta F]

We're decorating eggs this weekend.

[Iris M]

Hello, Iris.


In honor of Ostara, from now until the 22nd, Live and Breathe will be offering a buy one, get the other service free!

Mar. 4th, 2020


[News: Repose/Lake]

[Bored and done with it, Lear undoes his... adjustments to Liam's afterlife bullshit, leaving the ghost as he had been at the start—nothing more than a shitty haunt.]

Feb. 19th, 2020


Hugh C, Rey S, Lear L

[He wakes up a few days after this. Doctors are baffled. Assume he had some sort of virulent infection that rendered him unconscious. They toss around medical terms, but can't substantiate any of them. An unknown infection, that's the final verdict, and Atticus doesn't contradict them. Is still feeling weak, but he wants to get out of there. Doctors insist on another night and more tests. Annoying, but he stays. Is told by nurses that a woman was there while he was unconscious. Remembers her somehow. Not sure how, but knows he's seen her around town. Takes a guess on the name. Is good at useless details like that, names and faces. Hates the hospital. The place is full of the dead, roaming, confused. Confused dead are worse than the vengeful ones sometimes. Is wasting time here. Needs to finish his work on the ritual before this shit happens again. After, early morning hours:]

[Locked to Hugh C]
Missed your lock. Awake. Doing fine.

[Locked to Rey S]
Thanks. Was you, right? At the hospital.

[Locked Lear L]
Rented my room out yet?

Feb. 14th, 2020


Janus A

[During this and this.]

[Locked to Janus A]
[As N.]

Shouldn't a demon bitch know when their boyfriend gets sent to the fucking hospital?

Feb. 7th, 2020


Posted Anonymously!

[Working our time magic to say this was posted right after this!]

Atticus is out cold in The Decent Diner. Someone get there before Mabel finds him.

[Whoever gets there will find an unconscious Atticus, carefully maneuvered so it looks like he's sleeping with his head on the countertop. Mabel currently no where in sight--she's in the back probably getting high with the cook-- and a pile of ash on the floor near the table.]

Feb. 5th, 2020



[He didn't think that there was much worse than death, but the past days showed him that it was definitely possible. During a reprieve, he steals onto a computer on the island to post:]

I can't-

It's too much-

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I can't do this anymore.

Jan. 30th, 2020


[Derek, Holly, Jamie, Si, Hannah, Lear, Seven]

[She just got home from closing up, in her pajamas but still with her hair done and makeup on. Texted, even though she's pretty sure Derek is in the other room:]

On the forums:

i know i'm late to the not-party and i'm sorry i didn't say anything sooner. i heard you got hurt.

i apologize for our last conversation. i know that one started out as an apology, but it went off the rails and i didn't react right and said some messed up stuff. i don't want you to feel like you have to reply, but i did want to say that i'm sorry.

how goes it?

how are things going? i saw something about you apartment hunting?

[Against her better judgement, Lear]
congrats on the new house.

[And, finally, Seven]
six months and one day.

Jan. 29th, 2020



I suppose it's time that I properly introduced myself.

I've been in town for a couple of months now, but never found time to introduce myself. I'm Dr. Adamson. I've taken a position at the Quiet Home to help those who live there. I do have a home by the lake, though I still need to take the time to settle in.

If there is anything that I can do for anyone, do not hesitate to let me know.


Jan. 27th, 2020


Public, Marta F, Hugh M

It would appear that we have a new resident by the lakeside. Welcome, whoever you are.

[Marta F]

I feel like half our relationship is now quarterly check in's. How are you doing, Marta?

[Hugh M]

This is where I pretend that I am at all good at reaching out to people and say hello. I hope your days have been well?



Who: Liam & [Open]
What: A lake encounter
Where: Dock by the lake
When: Tonight
Warnings/Rating: TBD

He was cold.

The world he existed in had no warmth remaining, no light to melt away the frost that seemed to cover everything around him. It shot through him, filled him from his toes to the very top of his head, cold enough that even the air around him was frosty. He sat on the edge of the dock, staring out across the dark lake, the moon reflected in the water.

This was what he deserved, he supposed, after all was said and done. Too many mistakes, too many missteps, and this was where he landed and where he deserved to stay. Better choices could have changed the path he walked, but there was no going back, no rewind button to fix the mistakes he had made. No, there was only this, and his soul ached.

One hand gripped the edge of the dock where he sat, frost spreading out from his fingertips. He hadn't always been this cold, no. At first, there had been hope, or at least the promise of something better in the end, but the months drew on and the light grew dim, and whatever flame that might have been kindled in his heart had been snuffed out, leaving behind only ice.

Anyone who might have come upon him would have seen a dark figure sitting on the edge of the dock, clothes damp with lake water as though he had taken a recent swim. The night air was cool, but the air nearer to him was frigid, the sort of air that made the inside of your nose tighten and your chest hurt.


Lear L

[Locked to Lear L]
[After this.]

Admit it. Sat around flicking the lights on and off for fun.


Public., Harlow J.

I swear the new lakeside resident is trying to be as conspicuous as possible. Lights on, lights off. Any theories?

The Devil. How interesting.

[Harlow J.]
I have some news for you, but not much.


News: Repose

[One of the more modern lakeside mansions is purchased, as is. It had been commissioned by a renowned architecture firm five or six years back, before its original owner opted for somewhere less... exciting. Rumor states it was bought by the man whose sister had owned the photography studio, though little about him is known. If you seem interested or sympathetic enough, some of the chattier Reposians might even go so far as to mention the odd hours the lights are on or the constant coming and going of the Mercedes, and how that all fits into their extensive speculation.

In separate news, there is a small craft advisory for the lake, as the weather whips the waters in a lather lasting a few days. It is recommended residents steer clear of the shores and stay off of the water until the advisory is cancelled.]

Jan. 12th, 2020



Fuck this stupid ass town and its stupid mansions.

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