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May. 13th, 2019

[info]reposeanon

[public]

Ok we live in a town where most of the guys like other guys. So how’s a girl supposed to find a nsa dude to hook up with?

[eta:
After this interaction and a few comments following it, nothing else is replied to.]

May. 4th, 2019


[info]lawmaker

Public

[Public]

Little girl by the swimming pool. You get what you were looking for?

And whoever walked out with my cigarettes for someone else's JD you owe me half a bottle or half a pack, either way

May. 1st, 2019


[info]plagued

[(After)Life: Nel & Mars]

Who: Mars & Nel
What: First day of work
Where: (After)Life
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: Nel intends to eat no one during this log

Nel had just finished a shoot. Her client, a high-fashion model from New York, was now safely in the limousine that had brought her from the Capital's airport to Repose; the too-thin waif was now nothing save a memory on gelatin emulsion.

The shoot had been a rather early one, but one did what one needed to do. Models were notoriously difficult to accommodate, and waking early was nothing to Nel. She wasn't a sleeper at all these days, and night rolled into morning light with little notice on her part. She'd even forgotten that Mars was coming, and this was precisely why she required an assistant. Her choice of assistant was, of course, rather deliberate. She knew Lear was spending quite a bit of time with Mars, and she'd a vested interested. Also, the girl had proved somewhat interesting during the entire Christmas gift exchange, which was all the more reason to bring her into the fold. Nel seldom found anyone unrelated to her truly interesting, but she was curious as to what her brother saw in this one little girl living in this one little town.

Currently, Nel was sitting on her couch in white, knee over knee and feet bare. She'd not yet begun to process the day's film. Instead, she was seated, a drink in her hand and a cigarillo burning down in the ashtray beside her. The door was unlocked, and moody music played as Nel paged through a magazine, one which featured her work on the cover and center spread.

Mar. 22nd, 2019


[info]ghostofsparta

[Public.]

[Carefully.] I wish to buy or borrow a circular saw.

Mar. 9th, 2019


[info]provenance

Nel & Eames: the strip club

Who: Eames and Nel L
Where: The strip-bar
Warnings: I'm going to say language from the out, but.

There were three bars in the town that you could drink in, and two out of three were pretentious. Eames didn't mind a bar full of tits, it was positively mild atmospherics, after Amsterdam. And Paris, actually if he thought about it. It was at least honest about the clientele it had and the clientele it wanted and all right, having no name deliberately probably fucked the mailman right off, but it was for all its faults, very clearly a bar. It was also extremely difficult to bug a bar like this one, which also commended it to Eames. He was a little twitchy-paranoid currently about the opportunities to be monitored but with the bass line blown out by the speakers, the churn of people through the bogs some of whom came out sniffing indiscreetly, and the people behind the counter, you could pick a spot back up from the stage where you could see all entry points with your back against solid wall.

Which is what Eames did. In vintage under a navy blazer over cream pants that were absurdly fitted for a man of his thickness of thigh, or at least, this side of Europe. He picked up a beer along the way, one that was American-branded and he sat at the end of the bar, with his hip against the length of wood and his heel clipping the stool and a peripheral awareness of the barman sliding around back there. The barman was a large lad, but he wasn't dangerous. Eames had watched him long enough. As he had anyone who looked vaguely military by bearing in a town with a camp on the outskirts.

Eames was watching the girls. Not the tits, although he did like breasts, the pneumatics of his dream-women would give that general impression. He was watching their facial expressions as they stood in the shadows, glittering with sweat and cheap body-shimmer and the way they looked at the clientele, at the stage, even the back-office. There was a range of expression he hadn't entirely finessed yet, pinned it down until he was certain he could replicate it. He was also intermittently watching the floor-show, it seemed polite. Eames was, if not immediately obvious, avoiding the world outside, darling and thinking too hard about it.

Mar. 8th, 2019


[info]inkonstage

[Nel, Holly, Noah, Derek]

[None of these are especially easy for her to write.]

[Nel]
do you take pictures of dancers?

[Holly]
hi.

[Noah]
happy? things going ok?

[Derek]
[...] i would like to request a day off. [She doesn’t have a reason. She’s just ...testing.]

Mar. 6th, 2019


[info]lawmaker

Public

Public

'Ground settling' sounds a whole lot like bullshit to me.

Mar. 2nd, 2019


[info]petite__mort

[Public]

Hey, Raven.

We didn't finish our conversation at the party.

I think you knew all along I'd be the one to make this post. I don't know if that earns you what was promised, but I like the way you think, and I'd like to indulge some more in that.

If that tickles you in any way, then let me know.

Regards, Horns.






I mean, if anyone else who doesn't own a mask covered in ravens would like to break open the coffee machine and talk I guess I'd welcome that, too. I don't want the Internet to be mad at me for being exclusionary, oh goodness.

Feb. 27th, 2019


[info]plagued

Leslie L, Lear L

[Locked to Leslie L]
Well?

[Locked to Lear L]
Daddy, it seems, has been busy.

Feb. 25th, 2019


[info]odineater

[ Trio Lock ]
I trust we have all survived.

[ Rae ]
How fares your winter?

[ 'Akela' as 'Vana' ]
Hello.

[ Public, Anon ]

Far too many legends paint wolves as fools.

Jan. 26th, 2019


[info]ofvanir

public, seven m, marta f, nel l

[Public]

Masked balls always make me think of secrets. What do you burn to confess to, with a willing audience and anonymity? Do you have any secrets you've kept for so long they're old, and worn and emptying out of power?

[Seven m]

Did she take it?

[Marta F]

[Because she is curious.] Hello, darling.

[Nel L]

Well?

Jan. 25th, 2019


[info]beyondsense

[In between: Sif and Hel]

Who: Sif/Iris and Hel/Nel
What: A dreamy meeting
Where: Dreams / a place in between
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: None. Will update if needed.

among it all, a woman moved )

Jan. 23rd, 2019


[info]brokenbottle

[Public]

Any bars in this town hiring?
New girl on the block needs a job.

Jan. 21st, 2019


[info]pippintern

OMG YOU GUYS I'M DYING! HAHAHAHAHA! A couple of my classmates sent me a video of what they're doing these days and I am laughing my butt off! This is EXACTLY what NOT to do!*





[*caution: jump scare and loud]

Jan. 15th, 2019


[info]plagued

Mars M

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

Jan. 10th, 2019


[info]plagued

[Public, anon]

[When this begins. Anonymously.]

How enchanting.

Dec. 31st, 2018


[info]ljuga

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. )

Dec. 24th, 2018


[info]reposeholiday

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


[info]ljuga

[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


[info]detectivemode

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?

[Public]

Who's asking Santa for something weird?

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