Repose

[Locked to Atticus M]
How'd it go, compay?

[Separate locks: Jason W, Gwen R, Hunter R, Billy K, Oliver K, Perry P]
I gotta feeling there was no ID checking happening at that party. How'd it go?

[Locked to Daniel W]
You have a good time, gringo?

[Locked to Etain S]
You make it to the party, chica?

[Locked to Manning T]
Hey, brother.

[Text to Gwen R.]

they didn't let me keep the headphones

[Atticus M]

If you weren't at the party, I hope that at least the crazy kids stayed sufficiently clear of your lawn.

[Destiny S]

TELL ME EVERYTHING. I need the hot goss. What'd you do! (Or who?)

[Daniel W, as 'Pesha']

Are you alright?

[Anonymously.]

You liked to look at the big picture and you liked bacon.

[Anonymously. Quite late.]

All of the good stories have already been written. I'm not looking for you to make a habit of anything, I just wanted to say hello.

[Scooby Gang]

I heard there was a party. I'm concerned it might have been like the last one.

[Temperance]

Did you go to the party?

[Early afternoon, once she's had a chance to rest just a bit and be reassured that everything between her and Manning was okay after the party. No crises in the Thorsen household with any of its current residents. A family check-in. (Though to be fair, she started with just Sam and added Louis and Cris just before posting. And then Manning, to round out the group.)]

Was everyone's night and morning okay?

[The day after the event at the rec center, Sonrisa Arts & Crafts reopens.

Ok, so most of the orders are currently online orders, but that's ok for now. The class at the rec center is a no-go going forward, but Sam keeps one class going at the shop, which she posts about on her online store; she has 10 students registered by the end of the night. People want to come see the suicide spot or whatever, and she's willing to make money off that, because Meredith should do SOMETHING for her, huh? She also gets an email about a class in the Capital, something at the YMCA, that needs a teacher, so she accepts that too. She gets that it's because she's some internet-sensation murderer, yeah? But who cares.

The store now sports a playpen for Joey, and Sam spends most of that morning painting the plastic bright colors. She actually sells two tubes of paint. It's not a bad day.]

[Locked to Matt D]
Don't know me, but need a favor.

[In-person: PJ & Atticus]
[Getting his hands on a wheelchair was easy. Getting it into the El Camino was easy. So far, Atticus' attempt at heroism wasn't requiring much effort. Good. He liked it that way. Still, he missed Connie. Connie would've helped him handle this. Injured werewolf on the full moon wasn't something Atticus had a lot of experience with. Paper cuts. Paper cuts, those Atticus had experience with. Were silver bullets a thing? Had no idea. He grabbed a book on werewolves, because, yes, he had one, and he knocked on PJ's door, wheelchair at the ready.]

[Flash M]
[Immediately after this.]

I can't. Sorry I hope the others go better for you.

We danced. You were red and I was blue.

[Locked to Nick M]
Hi, not-sir. I have like three things to talk to you about, and I don't think you'll like any of them a super lot, but just give me a chance.

[Locked to Felicity H]
Did you dance?

[Locked to Perry P]
[When he doesn't hit this right away.] Are you okay? Is Aunt May okay?

[Locked to Jason W]
I'm uninjured.

[Public]

You weren't convinced about stars.