Repose

[delivery for eddie n.]

[In the morning, when Eddie first walks into Loot in the morning, he has a hot coffee (just the way he likes it) and his favorite kind of muffin waiting for him on the prize counter with a note in familiar handwriting that says: Need to work on your security ;) - S

Later, while he probably surveys the area, he'll find two differences in the place. Against a back wall, where there are tables and some change making machines, there is an enormous pirate ship. Billowing flags, a deep blue sea, cloudless skies, a treasure chest. When all the lights are turned off, however, the picture changes a little bit. Think Scooby Doo pirates mean Pirates of the Caribbean. The scene gets slightly darker, and there are ghost pirates all over the mural -- on the ship, in the water, running for the treasure chest left on shore.

The other change is in his office. Behind his desk is a mural similar to a picture he has in his wallet. There's a familiar city skyline, a warm sunset, and on opposite sides of the painting, the silhouette of two vigilantes atop tall skyscrapers. One with a hood, and the other a bowler hat.]

[delivery for cat c.]

[Along with a sugary cupcake and a small airplane bottle of vodka, a note:] I owe you some girl time. - ♥ S

[delivery for sasha j.]
[A bottle of wine for her and some flowers, too. Hers comes with a note, too:] I'm an asshole. Name the time and place for girl time, and I'm there. - ♥ S

[delivery for damian w.]
[She assumes that he's still living at the Manor. Homemade cookies and a note to him, too:] Sorry, baby bird. But I'm back. Call me soon? - S

[locked to sam a. & cris m.]
Just got into town! Tell me when you need me for my first shift.

[Private to Cat]

Your boy was both adorable and hilarious, I think I made him uncomfortable or something. Acted like he expected me to drug him or attack him. I mean I thought about it, but I wasn't actually going to.

Anyway, there is a note in the lining of the box he took with instructions in an old thief code I'm pretty sure you're recognize. Enjoy.

[Public]

I'm ready for it to get colder personally.

[The day was overcast. The wind pricked at any exposed inch of skin and the snow on the ground was a sad, slushy brown. It was the sort of day that made one want to sit inside with a good book and cocoa, or with one's creatures, spending time getting to know the newly hatched occamies. In short, it was January.—Plans had been made, however, before the dreariness took hold of the world, and Newt was to meet his brother at the diner on Main Street. It was, Newt realized, the first time he had ever truly made a date with Jack. Before, growing up and later on, it was mere coincidence or it was mere tragedy. There was no specific impetus behind this, save to perhaps exalt the goodness of proper chips over thin, watery fries.

In his usual attire—today topped with his ash-and-yellow scarf tugged up over his mouth, nose, and nearly to his wind-chapped ears—, Newt walked down the town's high road, suitcase in hand. His gait was odd, his heels coming too close together and toes outward, but it didn't seem to slow him down. There was no peering about in awe today, no. Newt was determined—his body a hard line against the onslaught of wind and his eyes screwed up to the cold. His usually slouched form was tilted forward in a display of action.

As soon as the door opened, however, and the bell chimed his arrival, he fell back into himself, smaller, slower, and his hair no longer kept beneath an old toque. The abrupt heat made breathing into his scarf unpleasantly scratchy, so he tugged that down. The little place smelled quite good, if of grease, and he seemed charmed by it. Idly, he rubbed his hands together as much as he could, given the suitcase, and then he sought out Jack, or, if he couldn't find him, a table to wait at.]

Who: Kin and OPEN
What: Morning Run
Where: All around town, if someone wants to intercept or something along her route...?
When: 1/10 pre-dawn to early morning
Warnings/Rating: TBA. PG-13 for language probably at least

( I know the twists and turns to make your life worth- )

[Matt D]

I have been towing cars for 10 hours in the freezing cold.

I am now making waffles (the more polite version of a pancake) with this waffle maker I won in a booster club raffle last week and drinking wine.

You are welcome to join me if you'd like. And I wanted to say hello. So, hello.

[The story is nothing but a ten second bit on the local area news. Bruce Wainright, famous heir of the Wainright family, has adopted a boy (legally an adult, but requiring a ward) from the Quiet Home, a psychiatric care facility in Repose. Misha Bellamy, of Kentucky. The boy is to continue to receive his medical treatment at the Quiet Home, and Bruce Wainright is praised for his generosity.]