Repose

[Locked to Jason W]

I'm sorry, but you're kind of totally compromised.

[After realizing some people had a Very Bad Time.]

[Locked to Cat C]
So, Eddie's short.

[Locked to Sasha J]
Did you shoot anyone during the egg hunt?

[Locked to Michael C]
...Hey?

[Locked: groupLouis D/Sam A/Cat C/Sasha J/Daniel W/Seven M]

regular demand to know noses, toes and fingers are all accounted for and relevant and not lost in the celebrations.

[Aubrey R

so. that was unholy.

[Oliver K]

alive, please?

[Gwen R]

checking in.

[The morning after the Easter Egg Hunt, computers in town start to go a little... well. Crazy.

Some work just fine, and some seemed possessed by some crazy presence. Videos play without prompting, websites load at blinding speeds, music blares, chat windows pop up, web cams activate. Shutting down the computer doesn't seem to do much good for it simply comes back on without help.

At times. There's a face. It's impossible to discern any details, but it's a human face.

Help, it pleads.

Help me.

The computers continue to misbehave well into the afternoon, though by nightfall, things seem to settle down for the most part. There are still some issues, visual glitches, but the storm, as it were, seems to have passed.]

I don't have any money, but I was wondering if anyone had a tent I could use.

[Locked to Eddie N]
I was going to ask how you held up. Instead? I'm going to ask if this means your little prisoner girl is back in her cell.

[Locked to Leena B]
Is it alright to check on you, kitten?

[Locked to Bruce W]
Well? Survive? I know how threatening pastel eggs can be.

[Locked to Dick G]
Did I notice you in the crowd?

Please don't tell me that field of flowers doesn't really exist.

[Iris wakes up in the middle of an orchard, cold, wearing a ridiculously oversized hoodie and men's basketball shorts - jacket gone, pants gone, nametag gone. And she remembers everything about the night before. Everything. The hunt, the mob, the man in the trailer, the laundromat, the flowers...

She's shivering and her wrist is on fire, swollen and throbbing. Palms and knees scraped, throat achey, and with a pounding headache. Which is not made any better by the fact that she curls in on herself more than a little shocky for... long minutes... and then starts to cry. Somehow she has her phone in the pocket of her hoodie (switching it over in the laundromat - was it a laundromat?) and she eventually fishes it out with her good hand. It's hard to manage it, but finally two messages:]

[Sam A]
Okay[...]?


[Manning T]
Going

Who: Michael C and Janis A
What: Pancakes are good for all kinds of hangovers, including hallucinogens.
Where: The diner.
When: The morning after the easter egg hunt.
Warnings/Rating: N/A

( They were sitting at the corner booth because he had hustled them straight there, anticipating a post-trauma rush on comfort food. Based on the line developing at the door, he wasn't wrong. )

[locked to cat c]

[English is taking effort this morning, so Cat's message comes first.]

земля на ногах?

[locked to destiny s]

Sorry.

[locked to wren h]

See this coming?