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Jan. 10th, 2019


[Public, anon]

[When this begins. Anonymously.]

How enchanting.

Dec. 31st, 2018


log: lear l, leslie l, nel l; a picnic

Who: Lear, Leslie, and Nel
What: A meeting out by the orchard.
Warnings/Rating: None yet.

It could not have been further from a picnic. )


Ren's New Year's Eve's Party )

Dec. 30th, 2018



[Posted anonymously.]

[Because curiosity killed the cat.]
I'm looking to ask some questions of the man from the maze. You know who you are.

Dec. 28th, 2018


[News: Repose]

[He don't open this 'til after Christmas, seeing as he's busy with Damian, with Leena and Sadie, with real fine Christmas Eve dinners, and with mass at midnight, so he just don't get to it right off. And once he does read it, his version of holy light ain't near as contained. It originates as a real visible and hot ball of fire, high overhead and spanning the lake entire, and then it sparks off angry and like a starburst of blinding light in all directions. It's brief, but it's like looking at the sun, and anyone holy or damned would know it was anger splayed out wide and brilliant and real wildly uncontrolled.]

Dec. 24th, 2018


[“Delivery” for Lear L.; also News, the Lake]

[Very specifically what was asked for: “a pocket of salt water at the bottom of the lake,” and “Cold, heavy, empty.” It is a 10 by 10 foot cube. Unfortunately, as ‘empty’ was stipulated and Santa’s a petty bastard, it stays empty. Always. It cannot be entered. The typical human trying to swim into it would just go around, forgetting their intent to go exactly there. Anyone else would be able to gaze inside the practical equivalent of a gelatinous cube.]



Mid-evening on Christmas Eve, a flash of light travels through town. For most, it's a single bright wave that fades quickly into the darkness, leaving only the full moon and the bright stars behind.

For those who are particularly sensitive? The light comes with a set of feelings - shock, anger, pain. Betrayal.

For the few that know Lucifer, it will be easy to tell that it's him. And that there's a scream beneath the emotions.

Dec. 2nd, 2018


Marta F

[Marta F]

Do you want to decorate the store for Christmas? I'm fine if you do, but I only have one request.


'Tis the season! Please remember that several lovely plants of the season: mistletoe, holly and poinsettias, that while gorgeous and sometimes steeped in history, are not good for our four footed friends and family members. Be kind to animals, <3.

Nov. 25th, 2018


christmas lights log: mars & lear

Who: Mars & Lear
What: A drive
Where: Repose
When: After Thanksgiving
Warnings: TBD

Standing outside of the pizza parlor, Mars looked like a fairytale daydream of red and white. It was candy cane and just a little more wintery than the weather actually deserved, but she was pale as paper cut out against the knee-high black of her books and the murder-red splash of her cloak.

She'd been the one to insist on the drive with Lear, not that she ever had a problem with being insistent... but she hadn't canceled even with other things on her mind. Thanksgiving had been more difficult than she'd imagined, in ways that she hadn't yet explained to anyone else... especially to those in her family. If anyone understood how messed up it all was, her family would. And to be honest, Mars got the impression that she didn't even know how deep all of the sad went.

Lear could be an escape from all of this. Lear, who claimed to be unloved, and who claimed to not care in all of the ways that Mars longed to. Fuck, she longed to. It was already dark outside when Mars stepped down into the gutter with her red cloak bundled all around tight. In her hand, a white foam cup, and she sipped cherry cola.

Nov. 20th, 2018



I'd like to lodge a complaint. If someone shoves a religious pamphlet down the front of your shirt and declares that you "Need Jesus," I'm relatively confident that is less than kosher with the law, and also a very bad impression to give a newcomer. I should at least be permitted to speak to the local tourism board.

Nov. 18th, 2018




What is the common consensus on the experience of the evening?

Nov. 13th, 2018



I think this village is starting to grow on me.

Nov. 12th, 2018



[Posted anonymously.]

I was dressed as a ghost and you were wearing tweed, we met in the corn maze. I'm wondering if what I saw is how you really are. ...Is it?


Public, Trio lock

What a disappointing night.

[Trio Lock]
Any bloodletting?

Oct. 14th, 2018


Nel L+Fen L

[Trio lock]
Should I demand an altar?

Oct. 13th, 2018



Thank you LAKE GOD please accept my offering of a frog I found in my backyard.

Oct. 12th, 2018


[News: Repose]

[If the lake 'reeked', it doesn't anymore. The ghosts linger. The deaths that have occurred in its depths over the past centuries still stain it. Children still talk about monsters in the black. There's no undoing any of that. But, it's clean as a whistle, pristine and reflecting back the gray fall sky. No one's sure what really happened, but, who's going to complain about a good Samaritan or twelve taking the time to clean things up?]

Oct. 9th, 2018




the lake fucking reeks. it's all rot and oil. how can anyone here stand it?

Sep. 30th, 2018




Isn't the game truth or dare? Be bold, Repose. You might even win something that isn't cheap whiskey.

Sep. 27th, 2018



Is it just me or does the morning breeze smell a little more hellish today than it did yesterday?

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