Repose

[A potted Angel's Trumpet is delivered to the Catholic Church. The colors are unexpectedly vibrant, as if the leaves were made out slivers of stained glass. They aren't made of glass at all, of course. Now, Angel's Trumpets are known to cause terrible and dark hallucinations if ingested, so there's a nice little note included: Don't eat the flowers. And it's a complete chance that the little spores are especially floaty in this plant. It's almost impossible to be around it and not ingest a little something. It just so happens that a little something goes a long, long (and very sinful) way.]

[Scooby Gang]

I heard there was a party. I'm concerned it might have been like the last one.

[Temperance]

Did you go to the party?

Rooms for rent?

[Call to Temperance]
[A day or two of sulking after this. Ring, ring!]

Who: Carver, Ella
Where: Flowershop
When: During this
What: Carver is suspicious it's a hobby of his
Warnings: TBA

( The to-do list of an Inquisitor is always long. )

[After this conversation. Still stuck in the med tent getting checked out.]

Heyyy. Can I talk to you for a second?

[locked to atticus m, carver a, will r]

Hey. well that was forget that Just got one hell of a missed voicemail. Where's Casper? Is he alright?

[locked to janus a]

I owe you an apology. And hey! I'm not dead! Exciting.

[b&b residents+staff]

Not dead, if anybody was wondering. I just work at the happiest place on earth.

[Phone Call: Carver A]

[After learning about this.]

Ring, ring.

[Locked to Michael C, Will R, Carver A]
[After a phone call.]

Anyone else get a call?

[Friday afternoon, first responders are called to the lake after a local fisherman calls in having found someone unconscious on the shore. The details surrounding how he came to be on the shore, drenched and hypothermic, are fuzzy. It's when he's finally settled in at the hospital that he manages to answer any questions. It's nothing more than names, however. Atticus. Carver. Will. Michael. He manages little more than that before falling asleep once more. It's not a restless sleep, however. This one is fraught by movement and jerks, a rapid heartbeat. Nightmares. Eventually, mild sedatives are used and the restlessness ceases.

Hospital officials make efforts to contact those that were named, starting with those who have less common names. Phone calls are made and messages are left.]

[Group: Carver, Michael, Will]
[Unaware of Michael's Tethys lockdown status.]

Know if Casper still lives on the lake?

[After this makes the news.]

[Carver A]

We cannot do this on our own.

[Leena B]

Have you been keeping up with the news?

[Juliet J]

So how familiar with supernatural shit are you?

[Temperance]
[Shortly after this is reported.]

I've been assigned to investigate the vandalism at the Capital. I'm hoping it's just teenagers, but we can't be sure. Will you come with me?

[Fixing relationships wasn't something Atticus did. Was too involved. Was too active. He wasn't looking at this as fixing anything. Was just some beers, and maybe things would calm down between his old students. Even suggesting the gathering was, for Atticus, very proactive. But evening came, and he found himself walking to the cop bar, hands in the pockets of his old and faded jeans, and a tan jacket over a sweatshirt that had faded from gray to near white.

As he neared the bar, Atticus briefly lit up a smoke. Carver probably didn't like cigarettes. Will might ask what they were. Better safe than sorry, and Atticus didn't even have a read on Casper these days. Michael he understood best, but Michael lived under his roof, and Atticus was fairly sure Michael was dead. Had died. Had died and was no longer dead. Wasn't sure how that worked, but Atticus didn't question it. Carver claimed to be dead. Have died. Same thing. Maybe Casper and Will died along the line. Could ask.

Atticus, as he pushed open the door to the crowded bar with it's gleaming wood, had to chide himself for even thinking it. Would be a hysterical opening line, wouldn't it? Hey, boys, you two also dead? But that would get everything off on the wrong foot. Macabre humor must be kept at a minimum. An altercation would only make the acrid and overly cold air that embraced Atticus turn into something much more solid and much more dangerous.

Just some beers. The pool table was free, and Atticus claimed it. Pool sticks could be weapons, but he hoped it didn't get that far. Ordered a beer, racked the balls, and waited for the first of the boys to arrive.]

Hey.

Who: Carver and Temperance
Where: the Catholic Church
When: after dark and fuzzy timelines
What: using the church multi-purpose room after hours
Warnings: tba

( Mavis smiled, hope beaming out of half-dead blue eyes and Carver nodded solemnly. )

[Carver A]

[While waiting for the sun to go down, during this.]

Stai bene, carino?

I've just been downsized.

Anyone hiring?

[Jas F.]

Okay?

[Scooby Kids.]
[Because he's really great with words:]

Okay?

[He deletes the thread after it gets out of hand.]

Is there a place around here that'll deliver groceries?