Repose

[Locked to Nick M]
I know I missed some shifts, sir. I'm super sorry about that, and it won't happen again.

[Locked to Ronan X]
Thanks for covering for me at work. I totally owe you ten (does that work as a replacement for owing you one?).

[Locked to Oliver K]
I read about what happened where you work. Are you presently suffering from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder?

[Locked to Cris M]
Hi, Sheriff Martin. I think Jason really wants a job with you, and I know you're still working through things, but if you could help him that would be really great.

[He hasn't found himself a lick of work. Truth is, he doesn't have much clue how to manage it in a real small town. But the doctors want him to be employed, so he reckons he can be his own employer. Dressed in jeans and a hoodie, he takes his fiddle out early Friday, and he puts out a cap for collecting money as he plays. He stops at all the places that seem like they might be good for folks giving a dollar or two. He starts outside the music store early, and then he moves himself off to outside the churches, one and then the other, before heading out to the bus station and collecting there a spell. Each time, he leaves before he can get booted, and he plays church music, meets south, meets southern: Amazing Grace, Take Me To Church, How Great Thou Art, Hallelujah, Agnus Dei. He's gone once it gets dark, and his cap has plenty of jingle in it as he goes.]

[Locked to Oliver K]
Hey, chico. How you doing?

[Locked to Jude C]
You Oliver's brother? I'm Cris, used to be the sheriff.

[Locked to Perry P]
You a frienda Gwen's?

Who: Cat and Isaiah
What: Recon and serving the man a drink
Where: The Cat
When: Dusk
Warnings/Rating: J for Johnny Cash and B for Bob Dylan

Cat was back on her feet, and she was back at work. She didn't have a military assignment at the moment, and she knew the team was still being constructed, so she'd gone back to doing what she always did. She was at the bar, dressed in skintight jeans and a black tank. Her boots were worth a fortune, and her lips were tinted break-the-bank red. Johnny Cash was singing alongside Bob Dylan on the night's song queue, and the bar was quiet.

It was early yet, and the men and women that worked in the Capital and commuted? They weren't in yet for their nightly drinks. The cops were probably still filling out paperwork, and it was too early for date nights. Cat loved these hours best in the bar. It was before the staff came in, and it was before the buzz of voices filled the air. The music echoed off the bright wood, and Cat was leaning on the bar, an Old Fashioned waiting for her to sip from.

When it was like this? She got a little lost in thought, though she wouldn't admit to that. Her? Think? Honestly. But she'd gotten word of a new man with a lab in the science facility. Archibald Black, and that name was familiar. Too familiar, even though she couldn't put a face with the name. It was a name she was fairly sure she'd heard spoken by Calvin Bishop. Ah, and that made her think of Isaiah B, because Cat? She didn't believe in coincidences anymore. Well, maybe she never had. She thought about Helena, and she worried about Damian, and she wondered about Matt, and she tried not to think about Steve.

So, all things considered? She was very happy when the bar's front door opened. Anything to steal her away from her thoughts. She took a swallow of her drink, and she smiled her lush proprietor's smile. "What can I get you?"

Who: Gwen and Perry
What: Meeting up to discuss stuff
Where: The Arcade
When: 6 pm.
Warnings/Rating: Maybe emo. Usually emo.

Gwen didn't change her clothes. She considered it, but she decided it might look like she was trying too hard, so she refrained. She grabbed a pair of sneakers that required two pairs of socks (since they were totally too big for her), and she grabbed her messenger bag, and she started walking toward the arcade. It wasn't a long walk, and she was kind of glad to get out of the apartment, since the power had been cut again. She would turn it back on when she got paid, and it wasn't really so bad. The weather was super temperate lately, and she charged her laptop at the diner and lab, so she had the internet, and she totally borrowed wifi from MJ (she would need to tell her about that). But it was still nice to get out, and she liked the arcade. She'd visited it during her initial tour of Repose, and it was one of the places she kept returning to. Additionally, she had vials and testing supplies in her messenger bag, so she could stop by one of the orchards after meeting Perry. She was interested in testing the soil in the town, especially after discussing potential town sentience with Ronan. By the time she got back to her dark apartment, it would be time to sleep, and that timing was perfect.

The arcade was small and dark, and the rug totally had glow-in-the-dark swirls on it in bright colors. It made Gwen think of all those "You know you were an 80s kid IF" posts on the internet. The place had skeeball and pinball machines, and it had super old games like Frogger and Pac-Man, but it also had newer stuff, like Dance Dance Revolution, and it even had a small laser tag room in the back.

Gwen walked inside, her messenger bag across her chest, and she looked around for Perry. She knew he wanted them to be "less suspicious," but she wasn't sure what he wanted them to be less suspicious than. Regardless, she reasoned it meant she shouldn't call his name. Instead, she walked down the dark rows of games, and she turned sideways to keep from bumping into teenagers in the small space.

[The going-missing of half a dozen chickens from the local farm is small potatoes. This isn't all the cats in the land yowling at the lake-side and it isn't fish in the lakeside turning belly-up. It would be entirely uneventful if it weren't for two things. The first is that the chickens are very much missing, rather than dead which would have suggested a fox. And the second that if anyone was out late (three am late) in or near the woods, they would have seen green smoke from between the trees.

But like we said. Small potatoes. What's a bit of chicken blood between friends?]