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Mar. 31st, 2018


Fam+ (Cat C, Eddie N, Steph M), Minis: (Damian W, Misha B),Martins, Clary-current/ex:


[She writes it, timed to post when normal people are asleep]

so good news bad news, i got into this art program out of state where they don't need like a ged to let you in or whatever and i found out the girl i was with at the place from before is dead, so. it's kind of like the universe doing its thing. i'm bailing, i guess and i don't want the super awkward stuff so you can write me [email address] but not here. i figured one last town thing was kind of the goodbye party. i love you and i'll visit maybe when i'm on a break and not super poor.


[Not a forum post. She sends the latest thing learned in a tin to the last address she has, and the note is on sketchpad-paper, folded in half on top of the cake, with an email address for contact.]

i hate goodbyes so it's not a goodbye? thank you for the lessons, i'm way better at not burning stuff to shit now. not-goodbye, H]


[They get a proper card, sent through the mail like a normal human. In it, there's a longer snippet from the course that she's going on, a program of classes and she's scrawled on it 'thank you for believing i could do it'. Inside, it's a giant, hand-illuminated 'thank you' and not a lot else, apart from email address.]

[Clary House: past and present]

so hey, thanks for being awesome people to live with. i'm kind of leaving town, which i figured i should probably say but Destiny, i paid rent through April and you shouldn't have any problem with getting someone cool to live here, it's a really nice place.

[And after all the above, forum posts bounce-back.]

Mar. 27th, 2018


[locks to the sam and cris, damian w, misha b, daniel w, ren s]

[locked to sam and cris m]

I hope you two did some positive reading?

[locked to misha b]

How were the books?

[locked to daniel w]

Did you go?

[locked to ren s]

Hello there.


Public, Cisco D, Janus A, Sam M


All the people I'm trying to find are lipstick colors. Red and a murderess, and blue lipstick and a movie theater, darling. Who are you?

[Cisco D]

Did you spend an evening spellbound by books, darling?

[Janus A]

Which you went into the books?

[Sam M]

I'm indulging myself, did you jump into a history of Picasso or Van Gogh and spend an evening in splotches?


Iris, Cris, Sam, Public

[Locked to Iris M]

I? Doing okay?

[Sam & Cris]

You guys make it out okay?

[After a small amount of hesitation.]


Mar. 4th, 2018


Alexander+, Oliver K, Atticus M

[Alexander+ Lock: Sam M+Lou D+Manning T+Iris M+Leo B+Julia L+Daniel W]
Me and Sam are going on vacation and just wanted you all to know. Anybody got any interest in watching the store for us? We got one kid working there. Lou knows him. Oliver.

[Locked to Oliver K]
Hey, mijo.

[Locked to Atticus M]
Hey, mi socio.

Mar. 3rd, 2018




There's half a dozen guys headed into the woods with firelighters, a six pack each, and a double for the guy getting married this weekend. That looks like trouble that isn't going to wait all that long to happen.

Feb. 27th, 2018


[News: Repose to Capital to Second City]

[Graffiti pops up in the early evening. Bright yellows and shocking blues and vibrant reds. The graffiti is spray paint in photo-realism on the side of Repose's buildings, on the sidewalks, on the highway overpass and onto the ramp leading to the Capital. The same shocking splotches of color are visible on the long drive leading to the Capital, though there aren't familiar faces to be found in those modernistic arrows that point the way.

In the Capital, the breadcrumbs become harder to follow. Here, the shrieks of color tangle with tags and territory markers, but a careful eye can locate them where they embrace on local walls and in faded places. They lead to Second City, to beyond the market inside the walls, beyond the established communities within, and to a festival brightness and chaos beyond. Color explodes there brighter and more vivid than the paint sprayed onto walls and sidewalks and streets. All are welcome. Music is rhythmic, intense and wild, and there are hundreds gathered in bare skin and colorful garb, celebrating everything and nothing as the night darkens and prepares to kiss an uninhibited dawn.]

Feb. 25th, 2018


Martins, delivery + Damian/Misha, Newt P + Destiny S + Patrick G, Public


[She links to an external file hosted on the college server. It's fruit. OK, it's not shit-hot but it's color which is not her thing and it's not ink pen and pencil which is not her thing.]

class is way better than it ever was when I was a kid. how you doing after the shit with the nightmares?

[delivery: Misha B/Damian W]

[She sends it late, because it was meant to go before the nightmares locked the town down when the guy who'd run the class had posted the recipe on Instagram or something. So she sends halwa in a tin that looks like it held super-cheap candy bought over Christmas. Holly sticks a note on the front, a square of art-book paper and the scrawl is black ink in thin artist-nib pen, 'I don't think I screwed this up. H']

[Newt P]

hey. are you OK?

[Destiny S]

[because Destiny is clearly back in town.] soo. you're back?

[Patrick G]

[Similarly, because Patrick is clearly gone.] uh, hey, is everything OK?


I heard the weirdest story last night and I think I want to believe it's true.

Feb. 24th, 2018


Batfam+, Sam M, Public; ETA: Misha B

[Sam M]

How are your uglycute critters?


[After a few stops and starts.] I got discharged, I'm back, but I'm leaving in a couple days.

Hi. How is everyone?

[Public, anonymously]

Has anyone done the dream thing?

ETA: [Misha B]
[After talking with Damian. She sends him a screenshot of this and the following few comments.]

Feb. 23rd, 2018



this town sucks. it's dumb magic is the worst and ihateit.



The town seems to be flush with new arrivals, so I thought I would advertise my services as an antiques dealer. I have some stock catalogued on the internet, but digging in the back rooms often unearths other unusual finds. I can also look for you if you have a wishlist.



How do you get blood out of sheets?

There’s so much of it

Asking for a friend.

Feb. 16th, 2018


antique store: sam & julia

Who: Julia and Sam
What: Reunion!
Where: Lou's antique store
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: Beware Sam's language, as per usual.

It was finally starting to get dark later, and Sam was enjoying the last few weeks of early evening and more time outside. It was kinda weird, yeah? A year earlier, she'd been all about the summers and long days of sunshine, and now everything was kinda reversed. So, yeah, early nights were the thing now, and she could go wander when life was still a thing that bustled and bubbled on Repose's quaint sidewalks. And, yeah, yeah, so the quaint was all a facade, a fake overtop a bunch of complicated stuff that was SO beyond Sam's comprehension. But she still liked this stupid place, and she didn't need to like sit and try to understand that or anything.

Tonight, the wildchild in boho and with a hat perched atop finger-tousle blonde was wandering. She hopped on cracks and broke her moms' back, and Miss Mary Mack was all dressed in black, and Sam twirled like a dervish as she looked up at the moon against starry night.

It wasn't LATE LATE. The art shop was still open, and Sam would totes go annoy the fuck out of Cris once he put up the sign that indicated all whims for construction paper and glitter would need to wait until morning. But, for now, she was killing time and her feet led her to the antique store.

In she walked, and the old bell over the door jingled, and she yelled that was just her, so that Lou wouldn't come running from wherever he was. When no blond with curls and a frumpy cardigan showed his face, she wandered, huh? She kinda liked looking around the store; it inspired her. She wasn't inspired a lot recently. That was the one thing she HATED about this whole nighttime life in a small town, huh? Sam drew inspiration from LIFE, and lately life had been too quiet to really be called living. Her canvases were bare, and her paints were drying in their tubes, and she stopped in front of an old birdhouse and thought about the corpses of the birds that had lived within.

Feb. 15th, 2018



[Not really a delivery. It's left right by Sam's pillow after Cris gets up to go to the store on the 14th. It ain't much, but inside a mug, bent to fit, is a card. Cris scrawled inside: You're sure lucky, ain't you? - C]

Feb. 12th, 2018


[Multiple locks]

[It's all individual - not a group lock - but the same message goes to everyone she knows: Sam and Cris, Aedan, Patrick, Destiny, Dahlia, Steve, Liam, Seven, Daniel. (If your kid is missing and they know each other, give me a heads-up. I didn't mean to leave anyone out!)]

everything ok with you?

Feb. 7th, 2018



Ghosted by my Santa brunch date, and the wolves are out of the bag. And here I thought this town couldn't be more of a mess.

[Attempting to lock to Marta F.]

Can we talk?

Feb. 2nd, 2018




Is there a coordinated response to this? Evacuation of affected homes, relief effort, local military unit backing up policing?

Jan. 31st, 2018


Manning T

[Locked to Manning T]
[After this, as Sam G]

HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. Iris is being a major weirdo.

Jan. 29th, 2018


Lou, Iris & Leo + Daniel

[Alexander-kinda lock: Lou, Iris, Leo, +Daniel]
[As Sam G]

HEY!! SURPRISE YOUR FAVE SIS IS IN TOWN. So I'm here visiting who's gonna take me to do some cool shit in this completely boring joint?? ;)

Jan. 20th, 2018




After the little letters episode, I wonder who the most notorious town resident might have been and what they would do to make their fame. But most people here seem to be transplants. What would you go down in town infamy for, darlings?

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