January 2019






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Jan. 15th, 2019


Mars M

[Locked to Mars M]
[Not bothering with any identifying Santa nonsense.] Did you go through with it?

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. 24th, 2018


Delivery: Nel L/News

[As per her request, the day after Christmas is unseasonably warm. Mid-morning, slate gray rain clouds appear on the horizon, but it isn't until afternoon that they open up into a pleasantly warm, almost spring rain.]

Dec. 22nd, 2018


[Locked to nel l]

Ready to celebrate the derivation of a shit father figure running his eight reindeer across the sky? Better than an eight-legged horse, I suppose. A little spidery.

Dec. 14th, 2018


leo and various

[Charlie P]

We need to hang out and not have any crazy shit happen.

[Ren S]

Please ask Santa for a unicorn.

[Claire J]

How's the holiday season going?


Who's asking Santa for something weird?

Dec. 6th, 2018


Nel L

What delights this season?

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. 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. 12th, 2018


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.

Sep. 30th, 2018




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

Sep. 26th, 2018



[Locked to Sigyn]

I hear you're in town.

Sep. 20th, 2018


[Nel, Destiny, Aedan, Seven]

tomorrow or saturdya

[She hasn't seen the message from Destiny, lost in the scrolling and not enough time to go back through.]
are you back? wyatts babysitter took him when things got shitty. i tried. i'm sorry.


out of town but coming back soon.

Sep. 16th, 2018


[Diner: Hel & Lucifer]

Who: Hel and Lucifer
What: Coffee
Where: Two death gods walk into a diner...
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: Companionable coffee doesn't require warnings

The invitation was silently issued.

Nel had sensed him, you see. She was a pagan deity, this much was true, but christian deities were just another flavor of ice cream, and Nel knew the other death gods well. She'd not met this one, but she sensed his arrival, and she knew he would sense her presence. This was, after all, a shared world. Humanity, where everyone believed their particular faith trumped, and the gods knew better. They all shared these people between them, and it was a constant battle for preference, worship, survival. Nel had no interest in ruling her afterlife, and, so it would seem, neither did this christian death god that had arrived. She was, however, heady on the heels of worship and bonfire, and she was, perhaps, feeling somewhat nostalgic for her days in the Caribbean. There, she'd been a goddess among goddesses, and the recent happenings in town had just kindled that desire for veneration, adulation, and the limitless and gorge-greed glut of idolatry.

But none of this led her to the diner on the bad side of town at midnight, the place a crush of children out too late and men and women up to no good. No, this was merely meant to be a greeting. Surely there was enough soul to be had in this town for two of them, and Nel rather trusted the untrustworthy nature of her own kind over the beatification of thunder gods and fecund goddess.

She was seated at the counter, and her coat was draped along the back of the tall chair she occupied. She ordered a coffee, black, and she thanked the waitress with a smile that drew up sharp cheekbones. The smile was small, but it made the waitress blush, and Nel took a sip from her coffee and accepted the slice of apple pie given to her in wholesome offering.

Sep. 11th, 2018



i feel mor beter now but thers lots of pepul arownd piking thins



[Claire J.]

Hi. Okay?


I apologize for what can only be described as a Lord of the Flies situation in the historical fiction the other day. To make it up to you, I've placed these around town to help us through these trying times.

Sep. 10th, 2018


[News: Repose (Neighborhood)]

[There's a girl seen wandering the town late, late on Sunday evening. Pale, blonde, petite, with piercing blue eyes, the girl seems to be in her late teens. She wanders barefoot throughout the evening, passing along neighborhood sidewalks and along storefronts. No one dies in her wake, but she doesn't pass without leaving a mark. She walks in a swirl of bottomless hunger, and she carries that gluttonous voracity in every pore. It reaches out, into windows and doors, and it brushes against the skin of those maddened and wandering the streets. The hunger infects them, swirls within them, and it leaves them craving everything they can never have. Those affected greedily reach for each other—in love, in lust, in unabashed worship. Out come the faithful, and the streets the girl travels become a parade path for ancient rituals to honor false gods. Porches and yards and streets are lit with bonfire lights. Prayer comes to Repose, but it is no prayer to a fatherly messiah with a beard. As for the girl, she feeds off this, and her skin is rosy and warm as she continues her aimless meandering through Repose's battlefields. It's not death, but it'll do.]

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