Repose

Who: Eddie and Muerte
Where: The Carnival
When: a few days after the egg hunt
What: Eddie's assistant has the flu
Warnings: tba

( Eddie knew that he could do the show on his own, he had plenty of times before, but tonight it hurt in a way he couldn't explain. )

Looks like a lot of clean-up needed. People need help?

[A day or so after that mess of an egg hunt, there's a newcomer in town. Whoever they are, they make an entrance: a sleek, black, unmarked Crown Vic is spotted cruising down Main--with the kind of tinted windows, extra mirrors, and svelte bullbar that likely raise the hackles of anyone who's had a serious brush with the law before.

For those with any lingering doubts about intent, the vehicle remains parked outside of the busy Sheriff's office that morning, where a blonde in a very serious suit is seen emerging from the driver's seat. At night, the same car is spotted near the local bed and breakfast, where it then comes and goes for the foreseeable future. By the dinner hour, though, the gossip has already spread by way of chatter from law enforcement and eavesdroppers on the radios: the Feds are in town, and no one seems particularly happy about it.]

Who: Cat C & Sasha J
What: Drinking and Tarantino
Where: The Senator
When: After everything is closed for the night.
Warnings/Rating: Maybe some swearing?

( When fortune smiles on something as violent and ugly as revenge, it seems proof like no other, that not only does God exist, you're doing His will. )

Guys, that could have gone better.

Who: Gwen and Jason
What: Coffee, and plate balancing
Where: The diner
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: Probably nopes!

The diner was open later hours now. Max was gone and trying to sell, but the manager had decided that the patrons of the movie theater and bars might be sufficiently hungry to make the extended hours profitable. Gwen benefited from this decision, and her shift was late, which was probably in everyone's best interest. She wasn't super good at balancing yet, and working during the morning rush would be super terrible. But it was quieter at night, and most of the clients were teenagers who really didn't care if their coffee cups were sloshed before arrival at their destination.

Gwen was dressed simply, a shirt in cream and a black skirt to the knee, along with knee-highs and worn boots. The entire outfit was from the donation bin at the church, but it fit her acceptably. She wore her apron over it, and her newly-dyed hair was pulled back as required by the diner. She wore no makeup on skin that was pale and soft from minimal exposure to sunlight and elements, and her cornflower blue eyes had settled into a green-blue that (she believed) was darker than the donor's original eye color.

She looked tired, but her mornings at the League's laboratory were kind of grueling sometimes, and that morning had been totally taxing. She had a few bruises on her forearms as a result, and her throat was kind of hoarse, but neither of those things affected her productivity. She'd only dropped two plates and one coffee mug so far during her shift. Unfortunately, she'd dropped them just now, and she was on her knees and cleaning up when she heard the door open. "You can sit in any acceptable sitting location. I'll assist you in a minute," she promised, copper-crowned head not lifting to issue the greeting, which was totally not very friendly, but she didn't want the newly arrived clients stepping on stoneware.