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May. 4th, 2020



Up was down and left was right and this was that and life was death.

The lake glimmered in the distance from where he stood in the woods, a spectre barely visible among the trees. He was wary to go near the lake, to flit along the edges where he had taken that ill-fated walk, but the lake still held a pull and he was loathe to let it out of his sight.

It also kept him in sight of that house with the most important person in the world for him.

Looking at it, though, hurt him in a way that made him ache throughout his entire existence. Missed opportunities. Words left unsaid. A happier world that he could have had if he had just-

If he had just-

The spectre flickered and a sound of pain rang through the woods before he flickered and disappeared.

Apr. 18th, 2020


hugh c, noah nw, audrey c, misha b, liam r

[Hugh C.]

Strangeness is afoot in Repose again. From what I’ve seen, some people are having bad experiences. I hope all is well with you?

[Noah NW.]

Looks like I’m the one doing the checking in this time. How are you, Noah? I feel it has been a long while since we've last spoken.

[Misha B.]

[...] Are you really gone?

[Audrey C.]

I felt the urge to say hello, I hope that isn’t strange, since we don’t know each other that well? How are you?

[Liam R.]
[Never sent.]

Are you still dead?

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. 29th, 2020


Seven M

I know it's been a while, but I...

Can we talk?

I'd like to see you.

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. 27th, 2020



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.

Jan. 9th, 2020


Dietre A

[Locked to Dietre]

Are you there?

Jan. 6th, 2020


News: About Town

[On Monday, the puddles appeared.

Throughout town, puddles of water began to appear with no rhyme or reason to their source. Large, dirty puddles, stinking of lake water, soaking into carpet and spreading out over tile. Not everywhere is so lucky to be assaulted by the spread of the water, though. No, it seems limited to certain locales. The Bed & Breakfast. The library. Vade Mecum. Several of the mansions that border the lake. The carnival.

Wet, cold, and seemingly impossible to mop up. No sooner is the water cleared that it appears again.

It lasts through the week, and by Saturday, the puddles seem to dry up for good.]

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. )

May. 17th, 2019


Log: Lakeside mansion

Who: Seven, Klaus, and the ghost of Liam past~
What: New meaning to ‘ghosted by my ex’
Where: Seven’s home by the lake
When: After this, and this
Warnings/Rating: Here there be sads

And if I only could I'd make a deal with God and I'd get him to swap our places. )

May. 2nd, 2019


log: Dietre & Liam

Who: Dietre Abendroth and Liam Roberts.
What: Dietre can see ghosts, you know.
Where: The carnival.
When: Time fuzzy.
Warnings/Rating: A for Angst.

He began to feel something. Something not right... )

Apr. 29th, 2019


[Message left for Seven]

[It's not visible until the next shower he takes, when the hot steam fogs up the bathroom mirror. A message, written backwards as though from the other side of the mirror.]

.ϱniʜɈγɿɘvɘ ɿυoγ ƨƨim I

.ɘnϱoloɔ ɿυoγ ʇo llɘmƨ ɘʜT .ɘɔiov ɿυoγ ʇo bnυoƨ ɘʜT .ƨmɿɒ ɿυoγ ʇo lɘɘʇ ɘʜT

.niɒϱɒ ɿɘvɘ ϱniʜɈγnɒ lɘɘʇ ll'I ʞniʜɈ Ɉ'nob I

.bloɔ oƨ m'I

Apr. 10th, 2019


[Appearance: Seven's Bedroom]

[Wwednesday night, something appears in Seven's room while he is sleeping. There is a presence, a familiar one even, that stays for some time, just watching him. It's only around 3am that it makes any move, ghostly lips pressed against the man's forehead in kiss.

I'm sorry... it whispers before fading completely from the room. The only evidence of its presence left behind is a spot of sopping wet carpet, the fishy smell of lake water, and the damp impression of lips upon Seven's forehead.]

Sep. 11th, 2018


Adrian M, Daniel W, Sadie M, Oliver K

[Adrian M.]

You haven't been home, are you alright? They say it is safe to come back to town...

[Liam R.]

Are you

[Daniel W.]

Hello Daniel. Are you feeling better now that it's over?

[Misha B.]

Is everything oka

[Sadie M.]

How are you, Sadie? Were you affected by that strangeness?

[Oliver K.]

How did you fare during the chaos, Romeo?

Jul. 22nd, 2018


[Liam R]

[In the mail comes a photograph: an out-of-focus typewriter and paper. It's signed with a slash of ink on the back in the shape of a '7'.]

I'm sorry, for being so hard to pin down lately. I promise I have a good reason, and I'd like to tell you why if you'd be willing to listen.

May. 15th, 2018


Public & Various

[Locked to Dietre]


[Locked to Oliver]



Long or short?

Apr. 13th, 2018


Liam R.

[Locked to Liam R.]
[After this.]

Liam? Will you talk to me?

Apr. 4th, 2018


delivery: liam r

[Delivered to Liam at the B&B is a hardcover anthology of romantic poetry, its pages hand folded into the shape of a heart. It comes with a note that says simply I'm sorry. - Dietre ]

Mar. 27th, 2018




Because I know that everyone was wondering, I look fucking hot in a kilt. Groin-purse be damned.

Mar. 26th, 2018


Liam R.

[Locked to Liam R.]

Liam, how are you? [...] Did you go to the recreation center?

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