Repose

[public]

bunch of guys standing outside neighbors trailer, asking each other about how much, what the reviews are. three problems with this:

one, this trailer park aint that trailer park

two, that neighbor aint in that line of work

three, reviews? we in that kind of world where theyre looking up reviews online?

I want to go back to before cell phones.

[Con]

hey.

[Hannah]

I got sent to fetch coffee today. you poison a scientist yet?

Who: Mary, Patrick and Dylan
Where: VADE MECUM
What: trying to jump into an old book
When: recently
Warnings: tame

( Happily Ever After )

[Dylan, Patrick]

Hi, guys. I need your help with something very important and very, very stupid.

[Dawn]

Is there a dragon living in the forest because I think I'm dying of heat exhaustion.

[Locked to Aegis+]
Hi. I'm Hannah, and I'm new around here. I'm going to be fetching and carrying for everyone, so if you can comment here and let me know what you need fetched and carried? Please? I make really awful coffee, so maybe don't need coffee.

[Locked to Rory B]
Hi, Rory. Are you still here?

[Patrick G]
Hey, Pat. Wyatt & I had to take off to the Capital for a couple days for Mom stuffs. Did you keep the town together while I was gone?

[Adrian M]
Hi honey. We don't know each other, but I know Pat and Connie and Newt a bit cause he's going to help me with magic stuff. I'm Destiny.

[Connie G]
So are you like living in that science facility full-time now?

[Dahlia H]
Test test. One two one two. Destiny to Dahl.

[Dylan M]
Kid?

[Mary M]
[In a desperate attempt not to make this awkward, she starts off with a little smiley face emoji.] Hi, Mary.

[AEGIS]
[There is a teleporting rat wearing a little harness made of blue glow and wires. He's there one moment, squeaks, and is gone the next. His fur is bright, bright white and his eyes are blue instead of the usual rat red. If he decides to hang out long enough, it seems like he's having a great time.]

[Public]

Are they running the hot dog shack down by the lake yet or WHAT

[Weren't many upsides to the clinic. Had G in it, which was an upside, but Dyl didn't think of that as 'the clinic'. Not the way he thought of the place with the doc and the lab-coat behind door no. 4. G was an upside and he spent three days in the city at her bedside. Dragged a little, but that was kinda normal right now, after the month rolled all the way through. Could have been worrying, but Dylan didn't get into worry. Mostly, he wasn't done thinking over M and P and getting followed to the stupid bar, and he had it permanent, like sucking candy dissolving solid on the back of his tongue. He got done with G who was going in for another battery of tests and he picked up his ass from the bedside to the place three corridors over and down and got stuck with needles, bloods for tomorrow's hit.

Not many upsides to the clinic, but the burger place two minutes' walk. Eaten a lot there since G got picked up, mostly because the first three months they'd tried the shit on him, he'd hoovered three meals straight in one sitting and the appetite didn't slow much. Burned right through whatever he put in him, and it wasn't bouillabaisse or french onion or nothing Julia made on TV but it was bulk and calories and he figured that was enough. He had a piece of cotton taped over the crook of his elbow, because his veins were hard now, stuck too many goddamn times and he stopped to peel the tape back in the hallway, watching the blood still ooze upward. It was kinda fascinating because it didn't happen most of the month. Didn't bleed long, so it was proof. Skip a few months and maybe he'd be one hundred percent regular human, no freak-outs, no disappointment thick like a bad smell in a car on the ride back to Repose.

Saw the kid. Kid had been there nearly as long as Dylan had, Con. Same waiting room, same spread of magazines, same look. Caught Con's eye, deliberate and he cocked his head. Toward the burger place. Curiosity, maybe it was just not wanting to wait out the full 24 until they'd checked his blood was clean solo, but he jerked his head like it was kinda almost an invite. ]

[Patrick G]

Dahlia right? you OK?

[Mary M]

you working?

So hypothetically speaking, if you sideswiped somebody's docked boat and they're in Capri for the summer, what do you do? Leave a note?

Also, if the boat sank, where do you leave the note? Just, like, on the dock?

[Anon. Locked away from Connie G, Patrick G, and Newt P. During this.]

If you were a danger to yourself and others, what would you do?

[The bike out front the double-wide was kind of fucked. Looked like maybe it had gotten dropped, or it had side-swiped something, or maybe someone had just lost their shit and let it take the punishment from the side of the road, because the gravel had scraped gouges into the side of the metal, and it didn't look real fucking safe. It was somewhere between late evening and night and the sound of moving around inside the double-wide was loud enough to be real audible all over within a five foot radius. Dylan, when he left the place, didn't look a whole lot different. The hoodie was ditched and he wasn't wearing leathers or nothing, just black cotton over deep blue undershirt, the sleeves of the shirt shoved up to his elbows. He kicked the stand out of the bike and rolled it forward and when he kicked into gear, the motor sputtered twice, choked, died and the cursing was loud as well. On the fourth try, the motor choked and then kicked up into a reluctant buzz and the gravel hissed as Dylan's bike thrummed on the way outta town.]

[There's a fight that breaks in one of the Capital bars, one of the ones with a dirty back-room and a ton of under-the-table activity that happens where no one is looking hard. It's used to fights, but this one is one-on-five and a window - plate, out in front - smashed until the place gotta be boarded up for Saturday night's business after early am Saturday morning. It gets the cops reluctantly out to that part of town although slow enough nobody who ain't supposed to be there can't get out first. They show but the guy who started the thing, he's run and they don't know how (he shoulda been too hurt to move that quick) but he's gone. The trailer's been pretty abandoned for a week but around five am, doors slam and there's the thin sound of music perpetual background noise and if blood's dripped some up the stairs on the way in, it don't look that different to the usual mess.]

[Public]

FUCKING piece of shit is anything fucking worth $$ in this fucking town or is everything CHEAP ASS

does the bar stop playing johnny fucking cash if you ask nicely or is that fucking juke box the only thing in town that fucking lives longer than five minutes

I'm going to say a name and if you want you can leave a comment if it means anything to you. Anon is fine with me.

Becky.

What: Memory
Will characters be viewing the memory or experiencing it?: Experiencing it
Warning, this memory contains: Happiness and freedom

( You laugh, and it's loud enough to bank off embankments. )

What: Memory.
Will characters be viewing the memory or experiencing it?: Experiencing it.
Warning, this memory contains: Teens. One brief mention of abuse.

( You're okay. )

What: Memory
Will characters be viewing the memory or experiencing it?: experiencing
Warning, this memory contains: stabbing

( Get up and fight )

[Public]

what the everloving fuck is this

[Cafeteria was noisy and his boots hurt. Fresh, leather wasn't broken in. Rubbed his ankle but didn't rub anything else to irritation, last fight had left him cleaned out, scoured off stains like bleach in the sink. He knew he looked like hell, last fight had split the skin over his cheekbone but lot of the men in regulation uniform looked the same way. Didn't look any different except for the tatt climbing out of the neck of regs cotton, blackish red. Picked up a tray, slid through a line of people that mixed army colors with lab coats. Kept to their tribes when they sat down. Dylan, he picked a bench that was open. Nobody sat there. Opened a series of salt packets and dredged his eggs with it.]

[public]

we in tourist season already or something? general stores selling postcards at the checking desk, asked me if i wanted fudge with my purchase