Repose

[Texted to Claire J]

There's something going bump in the fog.

[Locked to Cris M]

[She's been picking up on this, and if it had only been a moment or so, she might have written it off, but it keeps coming, and Sam's thoughts keep getting more and more erratic. She's spent enough time with the other woman to know this isn't good, but it's not as if she's in a position to help.]

I think Sam might be in need of your help, Cris. I think something's wrong.

Who: Cris Martin + NPC dealer
What: running through the fog, calm and collected
Where: Main Street area, near Sonrisa Arts & Crafts
When: right after this
Warnings/Rating: violence, drug mentions

( His panic was long-legged, fast, but without the white, wide-eyed terror that gripped some. Nah, he felt calm, like time was thick brume in fronta him. )

[Public]

Rapunzel in her tower, circuits and blinking lights and a world bigger than it seems. Locked away but not, and let down her hair, and there's no need for that long, long braid, because there's light coming, bright and pixels and barbed wire rips through skin easily.

Be careful.