Repose

Who: Sam
What: Narrative
Where: Coming home
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: It's Sam.

( Sam was kinda terrified. )

[Seconds after this starts to infect the town, the entire carnival turns on like it's in the middle of a show. Music floats faintly through the air, merriment can be heard and even firecrackers are lit off. It stretches into the night, this impromptu celebration, before tapering off once the sun comes up.

Someone asks a bellydancer about it the next afternoon and she pulls a face, claiming that she was fast asleep the entire night.]

Close your eyes. Close your eyes.
Close your eyes. Close your eyes.
Close your eyes. Close your eyes.

Who: Atticus and Billy
What: Comics and a very bad goodbye
Where: The comic store, mostly
When: Just before the ghosts went cray
Warnings/Rating: Nope!

( It was enough of a big deal that he actually cursed, out loud and everything. He could deal with rejection well enough, but pity pissed him right the hell off. )

[With no small amount of bitterness. The comic he was reading in the shop. No note attached.]

We will have a guest.

Sometimes I miss the days when people just stabbed each other, shot each other, sold drugs to each other. You know. Normal things.

Drinks? 2-for-1 at the Cat, in honor of this wonderful evening.

[A bit after the haunts start their thing.]

ow

[During the extended poltergeist activity, an extremely grumpy Janis loses her temper and there is a rather barbecue type scent that lingers around Room 12 after a small implosion of hellfire. This has no affect on the doors and windows locking, but a lot of things got charred, and the door handle might be a wee bit melted.]

So you know Gwen flew the coop, right?

[Group Lock: Daniel W, Lou D, Iris M, Oliver K, Jude C]

Hey. You guys ok?

Enjoying the fun?

[Public]

Not Friday. Not the thirteenth. What the fuck?