Repose

[Group lock to Claire J, Dietre A, Destiny S, Newt P, Damian W, Billy K, Atticus M, Noah N]

Hi, ya'll. I'm just commenting to tell folks that Daniel's off working on being able to go out and get round better. He's safe and there ain't a thing wrong with him. You can write him letters, and he'll receive them. He'd like hearing from folks, and hopefully he'll be back real soon and better off for it. He just didn't want y'all worrying, and so he asked me to say this on his behalf.

Inside Arborlon, in their quarters, Newt was rather busy. He'd spent much of the day in the forest surrounding the city, cataloging the creatures he'd found in a notebook with its spine only just broken in. There was ink just there on his nose in a black smudge that he'd not yet noticed. But, as I said, he was quite busy. He'd only just finished up feeding some of his own creatures, and he was trying to put on water for tea. About seven charms deep, with the kettle whistling over his head, he didn't notice anyone joining him right away. Instead, he summoned up a cup—one of his own, brought with him, actually—and he was distracted, thinking about some course he intended to help with. Partway through that thought, however, he was reminded of a mistake in a sketch he'd done, and he sought out his notebook as the kettle overhead began to tip boiling water into the nearby cup. "Do try not to burn me," he told the thing without any heat of his own, as he mucked about to find that bloody notebook.

Hello. I just wanted to let you know that I'm working on a long-term project at the facility and will be staying there for the project's duration. As the nature of the project is classified, I won't be able to answer messages until it has been completed. Please send any important messages care of my name to the facility's address. Thank you.

[There will be no response to any replies to this message.]

[Locked to Lucifer M]
[After this, and after the cemetery-visit from Up, if he can sense that sort of thing.]

I reckon I don't need your help with that man after all.

[Not knowing the name of Damian's fiance yet, the post is locked only to the three of them for the moment.]

Hello again Damian. Manning and I would like to know if you'd like to schedule a time and place for us all to meet?

Who: Misha B and Lou R
What: Late-night bus-stops
Warnings: Let's go with TBD.

( with the rime of the city clinging to the windows )

WHO: Ren Solitaire & OPEN
WHEN: Saturday, June 8, 9AM
WHERE: Repose Community Center
SUMMARY: Auditions for Spamalot!
WARNINGS: None likely?

( Have you heard of this Broadway? )

Who: Misha & David
What: Going for a harmless walk. Really.
Where: Cemetery
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: Heavenly retribution?

( He'd woke up early, 'fore the sun and 'fore Damian was awake, and that wasn't nothing unusual for him. )

Who: Everyone! Anyone!
What: Travis' bonfire.
Where: Lakefront, behind Mason's home.
When: Nowish/Night
Warnings/Rating/Add'l: Anything goes. In headers place: locations, warnings, indication whether a thread is open.

( The bonfire. )

[lock to damian w]

Hello Damian, I wanted to let you know that I've decided to leave Repose. I may very well come back, but I decided to visit my family in America, then travel back home for a while and spend some time in Europe. I've gotten a bit complacent here, and it's time for a change. Which does not mean you get to stop talking to me and telling me how you are.

[lock to misha b]

Hello Misha. I'm afraid I've decided to leave Repose for the time being to do a bit of travelling. I know I can trust you to look after Damian, but who will look after you?

[lock to jamie m]

Jamie, I've decided to leave Repose and go on an extended trip. I'm afraid I don't know if I'll be back, but I insist you keep in touch.

[lock to daniel w]

Daniel, I'm leaving town and travelling to Europe. [...] If the mood strikes you, you should consider visiting while I'm over there. I know you don't travel much, but a change might suit you, you never know.

[note to ren s]

Ren, just wanted to let you know that I'm leaving Repose. I wish you only the best. Please take care of yourself.
-Louis

[note delivered to tandy b]

Tandy, I'm terribly sorry to tell you that I've made the decision to leave town, and will be shutting the antique store as a result. I'm sorry to leave you in the lurch so soon after employing you - please let me know if I can provide you with a good reference.
-Louis

[Locked to the haunted anon]
[After this and this, and he ain't got a clue if it'll work.]

You don't know me from Adam, I reckon, but I knew the boy haunting you, and I want to help some. Can you message back?

[A few days after Liam's visit, after he's had time to calm down, think, and attempt to research on his own.]

Misha. I don't know if you may have already found out somehow, but Liam's dead. [...] His ghost came to me a few nights ago. I've read through Nilus' notebook over and over, but I can't find anything that could be a way to reach him. I want to help Liam, but I don't know what to do.

[After this.]

[Public]
The cats in town have gotten real big. I reckon them big cats best be careful fore someone starts thinking it's hunting season.

[To start...] [Damian & Misha.]

If I may have a word.

[Dietre]

You are still playing?

[Destiny]

And how do you fare?

This place. It's not even the worst place I've lived but still, you know? This place.

To my compadre that I smoked with briefly, I hope your friend is okay.

Christ on a cracker.

Who: Misha and David
What: A re-acquaintance.
Where: The Capital
Warnings/Rating: Implied violence and gore.

( Don't they know it's the end of the world? )

[Locked to Louis D]
Louis Donovan.

[Locked Dietre A]
Hello, Dietre Abendroth.

[Locked to Adrian M]
Adrian March, I will check in on you.

[Locked to Iris M]
Hello.

[Locked to Daniel W]
Hello, Daniel.

[Public]
[Posted anonymously.]

I would have murdered you, so I am glad you turned to sand in your paradise.

ETA: [Locked to Misha B]
Habibi.

ISO the whack-job who chopped off his fingers in a glass box in space because you are definitely going to have to pay for my fucking therapy after that, dude.

You tagged along with my blood lust and never judged me for a moment. Were you real? Or just a dream?

[Damian W]

You okay?

[Misha B]

I'm sure Damian has already checked in on you, but are you okay?

[Public]
[Cautiously anon.]

Zoe?

ETA: [Bea H]

You ok?