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Jun. 15th, 2019


To anyone who gives a fuck, The Chamberlain's Men is reopened for business. First fifty customers will receive a stupid tshirt and a free drink of their choice. Ta.

Jun. 8th, 2019


[FT: Steve M]

[FT: Atticus/Steve]
[Early morning. Early for him, anyway. 7 am? Ring. If/when Steve answered, he would be greeted by a mussed looking Atticus. Sitting on the beach, he was holding a stoneware coffee mug that was steaming, and Steve's recommended music was playing from somewhere offscreen. He was close enough to the water that the sound of it lapping on the island sand could be heard, and there's the crackle of a nearby fire too. It was a cool morning, but the fire made a short-sleeved shirt comfortable, and the backpack straps that were visible on his shoulders were sagging, the bag having been emptied of its contents earlier.]

May. 28th, 2019


Tandy B, Steve M, Janus A, Ragnar L, Public


Okay, ISO not random anon sex. I'd like a non-crazy roommate if poss. Me: smoker, wiccan, cat-lover, sex worker. You: not a total POS.

[Separately to Steve, Janus, and Ragnar]

I promised a mutual friend I would talk to you. I fully realize we don't know each other and you have no reason to give a shit about me, ftr.

[Tandy B]

So I talked to the other magic guy, as promised.

Apr. 28th, 2019


Call: Janus A, Claire J, Billy K

[Call: Janus A]
[From a new number. Ring!]

[After getting his log-in credentials.]
[Logged to Claire J]
I saw your crisis center.

[Locked to Billy K]
Hi, Billy, I've heard a lot about you.

Apr. 26th, 2019


Call: Atticus M

[Call: Atticus M]
[Well, well, well, ring, ring, ring. The number isn't his old one.]

Oct. 29th, 2018


Delivery: Atticus M, Janus A, Mean-Eyed Cat

[All attempts to contact 'Steve M' on the forums, or to reach him by phone or email, are unsuccessful.]

[Delivery: Atticus M]
[Steve leaves Atticus a letter, detailing that he's leaving to do some work as Cap, feeling morally obligated to do something in regards to the current political climate. Included with the letter is a flip phone with a single number, one that, according to his writing, will go directly to him, if Atticus ever needs him. He reiterates his feelings for the man, along with his well wishes.]

[Delivery: Janus A]
[Janus receives a letter from Steve. It's fairly short, stating Steve's reason for leaving (see above) and that he'll miss Janus. He tells Janus to take care of Atticus.]

[Note: the Mean-Eyed Cat]
[A note from Steve is left at the Mean-Eyed Cat, along with the key for the little house in back. The note says that Steve has left town and that an interim manager will be coming in in the meantime. If anyone wants to step up and take more shifts, instructions are given. The bar remains deeded in his name and the bills are paid regularly and on time.]

Oct. 3rd, 2018


Steve M

[Steve M]

One if these days we are going to be able to talk and nothing will be wrong. Today is not that day. I have a legal dilemma and I thought you might be able to help. You did lawyer-ing, right? Am I remembering that correctly?

Oct. 2nd, 2018


[Respectively: Lucy, Steve, Eames and Claire.]


[Mentally:] Are you here?

[Call to Steve R.]

[Before the above. Ring.]


How you feeling?

[Delivery: Claire J.]

[It's kind of a delivery, but not really. It's a little fire cracker the next time she closes her eyes to rest, not a scary one, but a little red and pink sparkler. It gives off a faint hint of warning, of caution, a feeling of tread lightly, and then it dies out.]

Sep. 13th, 2018


Call: Atticus M, Mean-Eyed Cat, Dahlia H, Public

[A day or two after everything calms.]

[Call: Atticus M]

[Locked to Mean-Eyed Cat Employees]
Everyone, check-in.

[Locked to Dahlia H]
Dahlia, how're you doing?

If anyone needs any help with cleanup, just let me know. I'm pretty good with lifting heavy objects.

Sep. 12th, 2018


News, Dietre A, Louis D, Steve M, Damien W

[News: Sonrisa]
The day after the infrasound is silenced, while Repose is quietly trying to reassemble itself, the local art store's doors stay closed. The store is quiet, and the boy who'd been looking after the place is not seen around town at all in the days that follow.]

[Package delivered on Thursday AM to Dietre]
[The box itself is unassuming, sent from a packing store on the other side of the Capital. Inside are the typical packing peanuts and some bubble wrap around a box of sprinkled cherry poptarts, a pack of clove cigarettes, a men's cardigan sweater of green and yellow. It's a size small and smells like Oliver. At the very bottom of a box is a note wrapped around a small box of used watercolors. The note reads:]
So I'm gone. I guess you might've realized by now. I never wanted Repose to be my home and with all of the bad shit that keeps happening, I decided to stop making it be. I don't know if you'll understand, but it is what it is. I've included in this box all of the things that make a gray day a blue one for me. Try them, they might work for you too.

~ Romeo

[Letter slipped beneath the door of Louis' store.]
It's time for me to split town. Thank you for everything you did for me. If Cris and Sam ever come back around, tell them thank you too.

[Taped to the note is the key he kept for Sonrisa.]

[Envelope addressed to Steve at the Mean Eyed Cat]
[Inside is a folded up watercolor. On the back, there is writing.]
Take care of yourself. I'm going East to do the same.
~ Oliver

[Left outside the Wainwright mansion with a note on top saying, To: Damian.]
[With no idea whether Damian and Misha still stay there, a small box is left on the steps of the old Wainwright place. It is brown cardboard and unassuming. Inside is a pewter tea canister with red tea leaves within. There is also a scrap of paper that simply reads Goodbye with a little O in the bottom right corner. And although it is addressed to Damian and makes no mention of Misha, there are two plain tea cups inside the box.]

Sep. 11th, 2018


[News: Repose]

[There's a senselessness to war. It can feel that way, when waged for the wrong reasons. When the price of blood is for profit. But, when it's just, there are sides. What's happening in Repose is madness without any reason at all. It's not about profit, it's not about freedom. It's carnage.

Then that unbearable, enduring sound is stopped. An hour or so after the worst begins its reign. It's like the sudden removal of fingernails from the chalkboard. It's like rest after grinding exhaustion. It's relief. It's gone. The effects of the various other entropic forces dissipate, coming apart slowly over time. But, the sound, at least, stops.

At the epicenter, inside the rigorously-protected facility, the devices themselves that cause the vibroacoustic nightmare, are destroyed beyond repair. Rumor slips out about a shield with impossible geometry, with implausible velocity. But, as with most things, the military remains tight-lipped. If questioned, they deny anything has occurred out of the ordinary, outside of some electrical problems. (Compensation, notably, is still being offered to those who make formal complaints, with, of course, the usual bureaucratic runaround.)

New security measure as still in the process of being implemented. However, there are no further apparent attempts to harness infrasound for this specific purpose. For now, anyway.]

Sep. 9th, 2018


[Bus Station, Steve R.]

[The old demon leaves a rasher of bacon only just touching the fry (so it's nice and greasy) out in an old pyrex bowl behind the Bus Station, then locks it before leaving. He's only fritzing a little around the edges as he walks off to the northwest through the orchards.

Then, on his way out of town, he texts Steve.]

Sorry about the mess. Are you okay? This kind of thing gets into everyone's head.

Sep. 5th, 2018


News, Atticus M, Janus A, Oliver K, Claire J, Cat D, Dahlia H

[News: The Mean-Eyed Cat]
[As things get more and more chaotic in town, the Mean-Eyed Cat, like many of the other local businesses, is closed until further notice.]

[Locked to Atticus M]
[After hearing about the wolf sighting.] Atticus, call or text me when you can.

[Locked to Janus A]
How are you hanging in there, kid?

[Locked to Oliver K]
Hey, Oliver.

[Locked to Claire J]
You didn't hit Kratos' post. Are you okay?

[Locked to Cat D]
Are you hearing this?

[Locked to Dahlia H]
[Also following the wolf sighting...] Dahlia, hey.

Sep. 3rd, 2018


[Mean-Eyed Cat Employees]

[Mean-Eyed Cat Employees.]

Problem. Gone now.

Aug. 26th, 2018


Delivery: Atticus M

[Left on Atticus' made bed at the Carriage House is a letter. Tri-folded, it's set on top of a 7" vinyl single of a favorite song of Steve's. The letter is written on yellow legal paper, in black ink in a fairly legible hand.]

Dear Atticus... )

Aug. 24th, 2018


Cat C

[He realizes he doesn't even know if Cat's around. So he tries.]

[Locked to Cat C/Kyle C]
Kid, I need a favor.

Aug. 13th, 2018


Various & Public

[All at an unusual (for Dahlia) early-morning hour.]

[Marta F]
fuckin basement flooded. no water here til bullshit is fixed. fyi

[Destiny S]
emergency crones club meetin tonight. im callin it now

[Steve M]
im gonna skip the part where i say sorry for bein shit at replyin to messages and ask somethin random instead: whats yr opinion on birthdays

[From here, still anon.] so uh. how was yr moon

anybody in town got a water pump i can borrow

Aug. 6th, 2018


Steve; Atticus; Rory; Public

[Steve M]
How are you doing?

[Atticus M]

[Rory B]
A woman walks into a bar and orders a double entendre, so the bartender gives it to her.

Anyone that was in the diner who is now currently in Seattle, can you please check in? We are setting up transportation back to Repose. Also, if anyone in town knows who the parents of Kayla are, let them know that she is safe.

Jul. 31st, 2018



[Locked to Salt/Sugar]
[As Steve M]

I just wanted to give you my name, in case you ever need anything. Thanks for the writing.

Jul. 29th, 2018


"Beauty," Newt P, Aiden B, Steve M

[Locked to "Beauty"]
[He doesn't bother with anon.] Still interested in that coffee?

[Locked to Newt P]
[A few days after the moon. Un-anoning.] Didn't kill me. Thank you for that.

[Aloud: Aiden B]
[In his study. No one's dying today, so he's not sure if anything will come from it. But old Mrs. Bailey, on the first floor, is failing rapidly. Might be enough. Aloud:] Need to find a less morbid way to talk to you, Aiden.

[Outside Vade: Atticus/Steve]
The moon had been a quiet one. Still had the same aches and pains that always came after, but at least he hadn't tried to bite his own leg off. Was left wondering what the pack did, but it was idle thought. Had never really belonged to the pack, so not spending the moon with them wasn't really distressing to Atticus. Had found an abandoned building by the docks and holed up there. Might have been a bad idea, staying in the city for the moon, but had been counting on the potion to work, and it had. Wasn't sure if he'd keep using it, but at least there was the option now. Was glad of the option. Choice, Atticus found, was heady stuff.

Now, was waiting outside Vade. Was under-dressed, and he looked worse for wear, but figured Steve would forgive him. Had only been back to Repose a few times over the past weeks, and that was to pick up books from his study. Was hard for an old man, living out of a duffel bag.

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