Repose

[Sage Benedict]
So, who is Clover?

[Beau.]

You love Frank, right? All consuming?

WHO: Ren and Audrey
WHEN: December, end of Audrey's shift.
WHERE: The Coffee shop.
SUMMARY: coworker chats.
WARNINGS: None currently, will update if that changes.

( That was Repose for you. )

Well, which is it? You a supernatural lover, or a supernatural fighter? We're all dying to know here.

I'm not sure why, but there have been some rumors circulating about your writing and your business. Wanted to make sure you weren't caught off-guard.

I feel, as something of a service to the community, that I should check to see that you are, in fact, alive. They - the ubiquitous "They" - say that you died some time ago and your corpse hasn't been collected from above the record store. I suppose a reply would be sufficient to ascertain the truth.

Then again, they also say you're a vampire. I suppose both things could be true.

Who: Audrey, Marta, Hannah
What: Bookclub (and girl things)
Where: Second-hand books
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: Doubtful

They'd agreed to meet in the cafe section of the bookstore. Audrey's shift was ending, and Hannah didn't need to be back at the carnival for hours, and it was still early enough for Marta. Hannah wasn't actually sure if it needed to be early for Marta, but she thought it would be a good idea, just in case Marta was still staying out of town. She needed to ask, and she chided herself mentally for not having done so, but winter had set in and with it the winter blues. Hannah was often melancholy, but this year she was bluer than blue, and little outings like this one helped a lot.

She walked into the store, warm and with a scarf around her neck, hair in a messy bun, and she'd forgotten a coat, but she was forgetful that way. She'd always been forgetful, and she rubbed her hands together once she was inside. Her cheeks and nose warmed up as she approached the cafe counter, and she ordered herself a white chocolate mocha, and then she took herself to the little tables that dotted the cafe. She picked one in the corner, where it would be quiet, and she tugged a third chair over for Marta.

Her messenger bag, which had been hanging against one hip and across her chest, was placed on the table, and she tugged a few books out of it. She didn't open them, the books, because there were other things to talk about too, like all the rumors in town, and like windows and Town Hall-promised trees, and just things. It was nice, she thought, to have friends.

[Travis B]

I am not saying that there is anything out in the junk yard, but if there were, it may do you well to know that people are discussing it and it will be found soon.

[Locked to Billy K]
Hey dude got a sec?

So how much money do you pull as male prostitute? Inquiring minds want to know.