Repose

[Locked to Cisco D]

Enough time pass that I can ask about seeing one of your memories?

[public]

at what point does well-intentioned commentary cross the line into meddling that one might, if one were inclined, reasonably object to?

[patrick g]

hi, sunshine.

[cisco d]

i feel semi-obliged to check on the progress of the b&b bakery efforts, given vouching.

[ETA: destiny s]

hello, i'm told your musical taste is perfection

[delivery: louis d]

[A collection of paperbacks originally from the secondhand book store, by route of Jude's own bookshelves. A couple on Russia and a couple more uplifting]

[After this.]

[Locked to Raven P]
Hello, Raven.

[Locked to Cisco D]
Hello.

[Locked to Patrick G]
I rather mucked it up, but it's done. I told him.

[Locked to Destiny S]
Destiny, how're you?

[Locked to Jack P]
I'm going to go on a brief holiday, Jack. Is there anything you'd like from Arizona?

Who: Cisco and Mary
Where: Ranger station/visitor center
When: backdated before stalking Dylan with Patrick
What: meeting, chatting about the woods
Warnings: probs none

( And, if someone died? It would just make the park more crowded. )

[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.

[B&B]

If you need to call in sick, I'll vouch for you.

[Public]

anyone have a recipe for mental bleach

[And anon. She's a mess, herself, but...]

Hey. Everyone okay?

I'm not sure how everyone would prefer the future. If I know something should I pretend I don't?

[Call to Cisco D]

[He's fairly sure Cisco's working. Ring, while heading to the barn.]

What: Memory.
Will characters be viewing the memory or experiencing it?: Experiencing it.
Warning, this memory contains: Some child abuse.

( You are four years, nine months, one week, and five days old. )

[Locked to Matt D]
[During this.] Need help. Injured bird. Don't ask.

[Group: Steve R, Janus A, PJ R]
Everyone OK up there?

[Locked to Connie G]
OK?

You guys, it's finally happened. After all these these trials and tribulations, after all the begging, after all the ass kissing, it's finally happened.

They're going to let me call the bingo tonight.

5:00 PM games start. Be there, or be square. I'll be the one up front dressed as a bee.

XOXOXO,

PJ.

[Posted anonymously. Visible to any wolves or other shifters (birds etc.) in town, similar to the 'magic' locks, and just as potentially faulty*.]

I need to talk to the alpha here. I assume there is one.

[*Players can decide if their shifter character can see this post.]

Uh, hi? Atticus said you were coming to work at the B&B?

I've bought a goldfish. His name is Keith, he's a Taurus, and he enjoys swimming to the left and then swimming to the right.

[What she considers "good gifts" changes when she ends up spending too much time trapped with wings, and she's been mostly trapped for at least several days. Flying around town has introduced her to several additional people, and each of them (as well as people she's actually met or spoken to) receives a "present" left where they'll hopefully find it.

Leena: As a thank you for helping her when she was hungry, the broken tip of a deer's antler is left at the mouth of Leena's cave, weighing down a fluffed piece of rabbit fur.

Cisco: She may not know his name, but she knows that the trailer belongs to the pack's alpha. It takes her a while to come up with something an alpha might want. He receives a piece of rabbit fur too, this one almost exactly the size of a his paw-print when he shifts. Nestled in the very center of it is an earring that she saw glinting in the gutter of the road, and a smooth flat rock, round and pale enough to resemble the full moon.

PJ: Draped over the doorknob of the fill-up station is a scrap of fabric, almost long enough to be a scarf, the majority of which is a pink that matches PJ's car.

Atticus: Shoved as much as possible (when it's a beak doing the shoving) under the door of the carriage house, three crumpled cocktail napkins.

Connie (and all residents of the B&B!): Somewhere in the building is a window that's possible for a particularly intelligent bird to open. Between one day and the next, there are a line of sticks and pebbles laid out very neatly along the edge of the front desk.

Patrick: In the middle of every step from his lookout to the ground is a pebble, a stick, a piece of bark...

Damian: She's seen him smoking at his open window at the Manor more than once, so she leaves (on the outside sill) one of her preened-loose feathers, weighted by the heaviest pebble she could carry.]

[Locked to Cisco D]
[Before Corinthian.]

Thanks for all the help during the moon. Appreciate it.

What does everyone like to do here during the summer?

[Public]

There are all kinds of whispers over coffee this morning, people looking wretched with a nightmare. Happy Easter, have a bad dream and a mystic flash, hearts and kisses, Repose?

[After reading this. It catches his eye for obvious reasons. After all, reading written Portuguese is a lot easier than understanding spoken, and he ain't sure how private the conversation's supposed to be.]

[Locked to Cisco D]
[In Spanish.] I don't know much about all this strange stuff, but my wild guess is it's something demonic, your circle. You and your friend might want to lock conversations.

ETA: [Locked to Janus A]
Gotta question for you, mi socio.