Repose

[Janus A]

Hello. Did you make it out alive?

[PJ R]

How are you, PJ?

[Public]
Did you buy your canoe, captain?

[Locked to Destiny S]
What kind of guy would I be if I didn't check on my soon-to-be dinner companion?

[Locked to Newt P]
Yo, friend to animals everywhere, you make it out all right?

[From Chicago.]

[Locked to Matt D]
Any chance you want a job for the weekend?

[Locked to PJ R]
Doing OK?

[Public]

I love retro. But tell me there's more in this town than bars with jukeboxes for fun.

[Public]

Who is owner of garage?

[Locked to Cris M]
Doing better. Overdue asking how you've been.

[Locked to PJ R]
Lost track of the moon. Missed it? Not yet?

Hello. I'm at the farmhouse.

[Call to PJ R]
[Very late. 3 am? Ring.]

[Locked to Connie G]
Thoughts on vampires who lose their minds and think it's the 19th century?

[Locked to Cris M]
Still talking to him?

[Matt D]

I have been towing cars for 10 hours in the freezing cold.

I am now making waffles (the more polite version of a pancake) with this waffle maker I won in a booster club raffle last week and drinking wine.

You are welcome to join me if you'd like. And I wanted to say hello. So, hello.

[Atticus M]

We need more dancing in this town. And since I'm mayor I've decided to turn your B&B into a speakeasy. Also, hi. How are you doing?

Charming little town. I approve.

New magic show at the carnival. Stop on by. Opens tonight at 8pm. Prepare your mind to be blown.

[Public]

secret santa? thank youu~

[Residents & Staff of the B&B]

i found a case of rum chata on sale today! i made some cookies to go with! please enjooy

What's the best thing you ate in 2016 and how do you hope to top it in 2017?

[Locked to Frank C]
Got a message. You're interested in the Carriage House?

[Locked to Cris M]
Found somewhere. Thanks for letting me stay. Thanks for coming. Anyone else I should thank? Hitting PJ up now.

[Locked to PJ R]
Save me any Oreos?

[Good beer is something this Secret Santa can give. There's a variety pack of Rochefort, three bottles of Orval and another variety pack of Koningshoeven. Santa includes a poster and scribbled note that says Merry Christmas.]

[Atticus hadn't gotten to see the downstairs at Sonrisa yet, but that was where he was. Still fitfully unconscious, even with blood that was currently being pumped into his veins, he hadn't woken since being brought to the warmed basement room. He was lying on the couch, covered in blankets and surrounded by paintings of women. For all that he still slept, he was starting to look a little better. His color was returning, and the bruises that dotted his neck, in ugly splotches that remembered the pressure of teeth, seemed less grotesque in their bile-yellow.

He had no realization about the woman and the man in the space with him. He dreamed, and his mind began to slowly surface.

Around him, the space was cold and getting colder, despite the warmth of the heater in the corner. His ghosts, not visible, not even to his sleeping mind, weren't tangible yet, but they were fighting to regain form and furor. Luckily, in Atticus' current state, they couldn't do any real harm. He would be able to see and hear them when he woke, but the others would only feel the new chill on the artificially warm air.]

I don't know much about you. What are your interests?

[Matt D]

Hi. I need your help. Again. Please. I can come get you. If you're available.

after this

[Cris M]

Hey there, so I sent Atticus both a picture of my too big tree and a picture of me stuffing nine oreos in my facehole (my personal best), and I got nothing back. That's not what I would call normal behavior. You heard from him?

Who: PJ Ramsey
What: Christmas Trees and Super Moons
Where: Her apartment
When: Now
Warnings/Rating: Nah

( Christmas Trees! )