Repose

Who: Eddie/Muerte
Where: Muerte's place
When: the day after this craziness
What: visits!
Warnings: none for now

( Those days as a shabby carnival king seemed to be over and he fell back into the safety net that was fashion, money and power. )

Is there someone I can talk to about the assholes trashing the woods for no reason?

[Locked to Repose Pack.]

How many do we have who can't control the change second night of the moon?

[Gwen had no idea how Melody communicated with Sheriff Martin, but she was fairly sure it was Sheriff Martin that Melody had been talking to. She tried to comprehend Melody's ability, but Gwen found that challenging, because she didn't have a good grasp of advanced technology. Her area of interest was biology, and that was a mainly personal interest, since no one could agree on her rate of cellular decay, and it seemed important that she understand the discussions about her own potential lifespan. But Melody's ability seemed to involve some kind of mental manipulation of technology, and Gwen was at a loss.

She was at a loss about a lot of things.

For example, she totally had no idea where they were. She'd never been in this part of the woods. It was in the opposite direction of the abandoned tracks with their chalk flower garden, and her only other outing had involved going to the diner for apple pie, and this section of the woods was nowhere near Main Street or apple pie.

She didn't like feeling super useless. She didn't like feeling super scared either, but she did feel scared. Every time a twig snapped, she was sure it was Hood. She knew he'd come after her. She wasn't sure if Melody's dad would come, but Hood would definitely come, and Gwen needed a hiding place before that eventuality came to pass.]

It's getting super late. [She couldn't see the moon straight over the canopy now, and it was crazy cold. The white medical scrubs and baby-blue hoodie the tiny blonde wore, they weren't very warm. She paced, bare hands tucked deep into her pocket, and her breath causing the air around her to fog. The piercings at her eyebrow and nose were fresh, angry red against her cold-pale skin, and her blonde hair was starting to freeze in places, even in that new blue streak.] If anything weird happens. If he doesn't promise he won't take us back, then we run in different directions, okay? He can't chase us both.

[News]

[After a stolen key card leads to the League's prime subject escaping from their lab, all scientists are informed by the head of security that they can report for subdermal RFID chip implantation the next morning. If they can't hang onto their keycards, they can bear the risk of carrying the key to the lab so deep under the skin that it would take an expert surgeon to remove it.

The scientist whose keycard was stolen does not report for work the next morning - and no, he's not dead. That sort of thing attracts attention. He is whisked away by the League, though, off to an undisclosed location after signing an ironclad NDA. It is worth noting, however, that it will be very surprising indeed if he makes it through the next few months without suffering from an unfortunate 'accident.']

[locked to gwen r]

Gwen?

[locked to cris m]

Hey, I've been trying to get in contact with Gwen and I haven't heard from her.

[After this.]

Iris?

[Immediately after this. On her way out of the woods, cause she is not hanging around, even if they aren't looking for her.]

Ring, ring.

[Delivery, by virtue of the barkeep: after seeing this and making guesses. No note, but there is a scrap of paper against this and this]