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Aug. 21st, 2019


[Dock: Atticus & Mal]

Who: Atticus and Mal
What: Who knows!
Where: The dock
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: Probably fine

Wasn't often that Atticus was out on the lake at night, but the summer was coming to a close. Warm days would be gone soon, and he dreaded the days when the lake froze over and he could only go as far as the edge of his island home. Prison, some days. Today, thinking ahead, it was more of a prison.

So the high moon found him scruffy, smelling vaguely of barbecue, and out on one of his unimpressive aluminum boats. He'd made dinner, and he'd lit a fire on the island's sandy shore, and he'd set off. Fire was visible now, over there and crackling as Atticus left it behind, motor at a slow clip.

At the edge of the boat sat the tricyclindrical Steinmetz solid Janus had given him. Still hadn't managed to figure the puzzle out. Had been trying, but his area of expertise was books and letters, not complicated scientific puzzles. The solid sat beside Billy Joel on an old boombox. He had a cigarette between his fingers, the ember tip burning cherry on the dark night sky, and he bellied the small boat up to the edge of the dock, as close to humanity as he could come. Could hear some things from here. Voices at that house, a car beyond the trees, a couple walking along the sandy shore. Was nice. Almost made him feel like he was part of something. Knew he was becoming melancholy. Didn't like it, but wasn't quite sure what to do about it. Still needed to contact Janus about the deal they were making. Was second-guessing that too. Was just that kind of night.

Aug. 15th, 2019



I do enjoy the view from my house in the mornings.

Seeing that view covered in bodies and blood takes me back.

Aug. 6th, 2019



Hello, my family is coming back into the neighborhood. It's been a while since the summers when I was a kid.

Anyway, I have a few extra trays of inside-out pocket pies, if anyone has a sweet tooth.


Downtown/Trailer Park: Alex and Mal

Who: Alex and Mal
What: Home security!
Where: Mal's shop/Alex's trailer
When: During Theater Plot, follwing this.
Warnings/Rating: Low/potential weirdness

Every day it got more intense, like something was hunched down inside him, waiting to take over. )

Jul. 30th, 2019


public, mal r

so hey, whoever left the portable dvd player at my place, thanks?
kinda random but it was really nice of you.

[edited after this exchange]

it wasnt you was it? stupid question i know and also i know youre not a stalker or anything but like it does look like something that could of come from your shop? you sell one lately or anything?

Jul. 26th, 2019


[Plot: Theater]

Who: Any/All! (Characters not affected by the theater plot are welcome to attend!)
Where: Downtown Repose
→ You may post with your characters accounts or with [info]reposetheater. Level of anonymity/how your characters are affected is up to you!
→ In subject lines, please post location and mature content warning (if any).
→ Since the start tags here are bound to be long, feel free to claim or "dibs" a thread.

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players. )

Jul. 20th, 2019



[Public: as anon]

[At three am.]

A person will die of starvation slower than lack of sleep. Starvation takes weeks.


public from caspar a

This strikes me as the kind of quaint, unsoiled suburbia where humble but looky-loo townsfolk construct woven baskets of well-meant offering for the new blood in their region. I know it all sounds terribly pagan, I was skeptical too, but I've been reassured that the practice is a wholesome one; the kind of event that Norman Rockwell masturbated to with regularity.

Strange. Norman was fond of painting Santa Claus, who we all know to have folklorist origins as well. Coincidence? This may require further musing, preferably after the consumption of hallucinogenic aperitifs.

Which brings me full circle to ask, where do I go to collect my gift basket?

Jun. 28th, 2019


Log: Alex and Mal

Who: Alex and Mal
What: Tricked-out Gaming PC
Where: The Electronics Repair Shop
When: After this
Warnings/Rating: Probably none

Like, disposable income. Spending money. )

Jun. 27th, 2019


public, jamie m.

If I were to say that I was going to have drinks and dancing at my place Friday evening, would anyone be interested in that sort of thing?

[Jamie M.]
I owe you an apology. I wasn't clear and it wasn't kind to you or Hannah and I'm sorry. I'm not certain of any way to make amends in any practical sense, but I do regret it, and since we will be working together, I felt it was important to acknowledge I made mistakes

Hannah thought that we should talk. My impression before was that you did not want to and I've no intention of forcing a confidence. But since we will be working together, even in an amateur stage performance, I didn't want to go without saying the above at the very least.



The electronics repair shop off 314 is now open for business. We repair and buy used electronics, accept all forms of payment, and any electronic items you care to offer up as tribute will be repaired for nominal fee or purchased outright. Used items are likely not worth as much as you think they are, apologies in advance, but know that your addition to this digital graveyard is, in a way, a donation to prevent planned obsolescence from swallowing the planet in junk, and isn't that reward enough?

[Here the address and operating hours: Mon-Fri, 11 AM - 9 PM]