Repose

Who: Eddie, Holly
Where: Loot Arcade
When: Recently
What: family times
Warnings probably none

( Thanksgiving weekend had brought a lot of new faces )

I have half a mind to figure out a way to do a big showing of Muppet's Christmas Carol at the shop. I haven't watched that film in years.

Also, I've decided to play around with the hot cocoa. Anyone who comes by tomorrow gets a free sample of my snickerdoodle hot cocoa. You can tell me if you think it should be a regular menu item.

[Repose Update]
[The hot dog stand near the lake reopens with Christmas decorations and an assortment of snacks. It's perfect timing, too, since the snowflakes are making people feel like kids again. Working there is the eccentric white haired Gunster girl. And, she's got a knack for always being around when you need a snack. Hey, that rhymes!]

[Tim D.]

I have my powers back, but if you still want some of my blood I think I have some. If anyone asks, I'll tell them you saved the tooowwnn :3

[Adrian M.]

feeling ok? love ya

[locked to connie g.]

how u feelin?

[locked to patrick g.]

can i get a rainchek for pizza day

[locked to adrian m.]

they let me out. i have a new room. [room number] come on by~~

[public]

is this secret santa shit some weird juju fucked up magic too? would luv advanced warning thx

[Once the weirdness reverts and shortly after Sunday night's snowfall begins.]

Omg! Yes! YES!! YES!!!

I AM A GOLDEN GOD!!

Who: Iris & Manning (& TJ and baby AJ)
What: Family at home
Where: The Thorsen Abode
When: After the return of humanity
Warnings/Rating: Likely some of the following: talk of temporary death, schmoop, sweetness, baby breastfeeding

( It was like she'd gone for a week without taking a breath )

Who: Cat & Leena
What: Visitation hours
Where: Somewhere outside Albuquerque
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: TBD

Cat was mildly concerned that she'd age down mid-flight, so she rented a jet. Well, the concern was only part of it. The truth was that she liked flying comfortably, and the jet was very, very comfortable. And she? Was still very, very old. So, if she did age down at an inopportune time? Well, it would be a very welcome annoyance. The point was that she had a very nice jet, and she was currently looking out the window and thinking about home, about Reece, about how much she wanted to be young by the time she returned.

She was nervous, but she wasn't climbing out of her own skin. Perhaps that could be blamed on the new wrinkles on her face and the weight to her bones. She felt as if she'd lived her 40-something years, and she knew she looked it. She'd always feared this, this advent of age and how badly it would destroy her. After all, she was very much living on time borrowed, and no one knew that better than her. Even Reece, back home and entertaining himself, was so much younger, and it was impossible to ignore a decade-plus when it was in your home, draped over a chair and wearing designer footwear. Needless to say, she hadn't let him see her, not like this.

The hotel she checked into was top-of-the-line decadence. Well, top-of-the-line decadence Albuquerque style, and she walked out into the relative warmth to meet the driver. And the drive to the facility? It seemed too short and too long, and she went through the process of signing in and being checked for pointed things with aplomb. There was no slink in sight, no catsuit, no stilettos that went forever. She wore jeans and a cream cableknit sweater, boots on her feet and no cat burglar or government spy in attendance.