Repose

Headache remedies. Aspirin ain't doing anything.

Who: Sasha and Alyssa
What: Let's. Get. Weird.
Where: The Carnival
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: Who knows. Will update.

( It devolved into a rather bawdy debate of what could possibly be as thick as Gaston, who's as quick as Gaston, which prince had a gargantuan- Well, you get the idea. )

[Rumors about a treasure being buried in the Repose forest by an eccentric billionaire start circling around the internet. Three people have already been sent to the ER due to injuries ranging from really stupid (trying to drink out of a standing water puddle) to incredibly stupid (almost literally burying themselves alive). So far, no one has died.]

[Public]

Listen, I can't keep you from looking for the treasure. But, maybe consider stopping by the ranger station first for a map.

[locked to cris m]

Hello Cris. How is wedded bliss?

[locked to daniel w]

How goes the recovery, Daniel?

[public]

The antique store is closed, temporarily. I am still conducting online sales, however, so if you're looking for something specific, please contact me directly. We carry a little bit of everything, and I'm happy to help.

[OOC Note: The antique store carries various objects with strange properties. Examples of stock.]

[To all things psychic, supernatural, witchy, or otherwise human who have a desire and openness to feel, there is a scream in the night. It pierces the skull. It is sharp and shrieking, thirty-five whole seconds before it dissolves into absolute and hideous laughter. The laugh doesn't seem to belong to a man or woman, it belongs to some deep-rooted thing with so much bass in its vocals that the nerves of every receiver shake like a speaker.]