Repose

[Locked to Jason W, Dick G, Bruce W, Leena B, Stephanie M, Eddie N, Cat C, Sasha J, Teo R, Dia P, Misha B, Oliver K]
[So annoyed.]

Hello.

[Sunday brings two new offerings for residents of the Capital. CARNEM, which is a new cybernetic clinic, will be opening its doors Monday. In the spirit of competition, the new Dream Center has opted for the same grand opening date. Both locations will be hosting galas on Sunday to introduce the world to their wares, and all are welcome to attend. Discounts will, of course, be offered for all new clients.

In the true spirit of competition, the city's longest-running LARP is planning a large party, because encouraging people away from commerce is clearly important for those pretending to be vampires and werewolves of an evening.

In the magical world, whispers of new shops opening in the Hall Way are numerous, and all magical humans can enter this magical world. Only, don't tell the mundanes.

Thanks largely to these new openings, and to Repose's recent popularity with the city locals, bus routes between Repose and the Capital are increased, with buses leaving and returning throughout the day. Additionally, traffic to the Carnival and Repose's quirky shops have caused a number of Uber and Lyft drivers to come forth and willingly make the drive between town and city in well under an hour.

The world is getting smaller, or so the Capital newspaper would have us all believe.]

Who: Sam & Svetlana
What: Tea
Where: Samovar
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: It's Sam.

Sam spent four hours with a paintbrush in her hand. Her fingers were cramped, and the side of her hand was stained primary colors. The sleeve of the white shirt she wore under bright yellow overalls was rainbow-hued now, and her messily tied up hair boasted clumps of vibrancy. It was midday, and Sonrisa was fucking CRAMMED with kids and parents, all of them looking for construction paper and markers and glitter. Valentine's Day was coming, yeah? And it was one of the store's craziest time of the year. Valentine's Day managed to cover the bills for like three months, but it was hella exhausting. With Stephanie and Oliver helping Cris out, tho, Sam didn't feel guilty about slipping out into the brisk cold.

Yeah, ok, so she could do without the cold, but it was sunny and bright, and it felt like Spring might chase this bullshit weather away at any second.

Sam walked. She coulda taken the bike, but, nah. She walked on bright yellow Docs, and she tried to clear her head. Painting, it was hella good for the wanton girl stained with pigment. Putting shit down on canvas, it was catharsis, and Sam was the kinda person that bottled until the glass burst into a million blood-drawing shards. So, yeah, painting was good, but it left her feeling vulnerable. Like a cold night, huh? And the blankets all drawn the fuck away to reveal cold and fragile skin or something. So, yeah, she was trying to pull the blankets back up, and Samovar caught her eye.

Sam KNEW the owner of the tea shop was trying to fuck with Iris' bank. And, yeah, that was probably why Sam walked inside. She'd never been in a tea shop before, but Lou liked tea, yeah? It was a good excuse, even if it was totes bullshit.

[Sunday, late in the morning, a man walks into the bakery - he may look vaguely familiar to people who have been around town for a while. If the right person is asked, they'll be able to say that yes, that's the man that owns the bakery. He lives in the city, and doesn't visit town much, maybe twice since the current baker started there. He's inside the (rather quiet) bakery for less than half an hour, during which time the cashier that's worked there for several months leaves the building. Earlier than usual. The sign on the door is switched out to reflect new hours ("Now open every day!") and the menu inside is changed back to its original offerings.]

[Text to Iris M]

How's the bakery smell now? Better?

[Phone call to Melody B. From Naila's private office number.]

Ring, ring!

[During this. All of them, Dick, Jason, Damian, Stephanie and Helena.]

Cat says Helena had a seizure and began bleeding from nose and mouth. I'm worried about her, and she should see a doctor. Please help find her.

West on Main.

[There is quite the car chase tonight through the streets of Repose. A gorgeous red Ferrari 488 GTB is tailed close by an equally epic silver Aston Martin Vanquish, both of them zooming up and down the streets with no regard for traffic laws. Judging by the high speed blurs, screeching tires, and loud purr of revving engines, this goes on for about a half an hour. They then disappear up the highway towards the Capital and are not seen in Repose again.]