Repose

Who: Frank and Patrick
What: Patrick is in the wrong place at the right time.
Where: The Capital
Warnings/Rating: Violence likely

(  It was rare that anything could get between him and his object, especially a distraction. Instinct said it was a bad sign. )

Sam. Diminutive form of SAMUEL, SAMSON or SAMANTHA. A name with primarily biblical connotations, and also primarily attributed to males, although it is popularly ranked for females in the Netherlands.

So is it Samuel, the last of the ruling judges? Samson, betrayed by love and stripped of power? Or Samantha, of televised witch stardom?

What're you dreaming after, cupcake?

Hi! Secret Santa buddy here! Tell me everything about yourself ever. :)

[Atticus hadn't gotten to see the downstairs at Sonrisa yet, but that was where he was. Still fitfully unconscious, even with blood that was currently being pumped into his veins, he hadn't woken since being brought to the warmed basement room. He was lying on the couch, covered in blankets and surrounded by paintings of women. For all that he still slept, he was starting to look a little better. His color was returning, and the bruises that dotted his neck, in ugly splotches that remembered the pressure of teeth, seemed less grotesque in their bile-yellow.

He had no realization about the woman and the man in the space with him. He dreamed, and his mind began to slowly surface.

Around him, the space was cold and getting colder, despite the warmth of the heater in the corner. His ghosts, not visible, not even to his sleeping mind, weren't tangible yet, but they were fighting to regain form and furor. Luckily, in Atticus' current state, they couldn't do any real harm. He would be able to see and hear them when he woke, but the others would only feel the new chill on the artificially warm air.]

[Locked to Misha B]
[For the first time in his existence, he breaks first. But, he refuses to see it as defeat.] Do you celebrate Christmas?

[Locked to Sasha J]
[After much thought.] Did you receive medical attention?

[Locked to Leena B]
We are having a celebration at the Manor on Christmas Day, the 25th.

[Locked to Naila a-K]
[In Arabic.] Aunt.

[Locked to Gwen R]
We must speak.

[The delivery man struggles up to the door with a package in an unmarked box. The gift seems like the sort of thing that someone who didn't know much about electronics would buy if money wasn't an object and they asked the guy at Best Buy which TV was the best one at a reasonable size.

A couple days later, delivered separately, comes another unmarked box containing this.]

Hey. I've never done one of these before.

[Out of the blue.]

Who missed me?


[And because their last call dropped, he phones MJ directly. Ring, ring.]

Daniel W.

What can I get you?

[Sam A]
hey. hows shit??

[Jeze K]
so. question. how good is yr hustle?

Who: Patrick and Dickie
What: Decorating the Sheriff Station
Where:...The Sheriff Station
When: Nowish
Warnings: I can't even imagine what could possibly go wrong

( Christmas, Christmas time is here, time for joy and time for cheer )