Repose

[Early morning, around daybreak.]

[Locked to Connie G]
Tell me how you're doing, chica.

[Locked to Atticus M]
Looks like you got yourself un gran admirador, brother.

[Locked to Hunter R]
How's Ted? Can I come round to get him tomorrow?

[Public, as Sheriff Martin]
Anybody with any further complaints, concerns, or questions bout the chemical fog can reply here or call the station and ask for me, and I'll try to help as best I can.

Who: Jack P
What: Narrative: relocation.
When Shortly after fog.
Warnings: Bloody imagery, then nothing.

( The whole of this tiny town could send itself sideways to hell if he wasn't out by morning )

[Locked to Connie G]
Rented out room 12. Man named Janus. Said he had a reservation. Not sure where you keep that information.

[Added after a bit more thought.] Let him clean his own room. No bringing him food, either. Can get things for himself.

[After some deliberation; might as well try a different approach this time. As Bruce W.]

My timing is unintentionally fortunate. Old chemicals being released due to lack of supervision is a likely stor... better care should be taken in the future.

Public

Anyone with a van or a car that can transport to the Capital, I will pay a colossal mark-up if you're discreet and can do [...] at least three trips in swift succession.

[Louis D]

That store of yours, does it do furniture?

( Email: Sam A - anon as always )

[After a super bad few days of testing stuff, and after her own resulting rebellion.]

[Locked to Melody B]
Can you incapacitate whoever brings you food tonight? They come into your room, right?