Repose

Yo Repose,

Help a guy out? My wife and I are fighting over the color of this: [picture of his ivory cream clock face]

Help me prove my wife wrong for once in my life? This thing is off-white eggshell, yeah?

"Ugly" gray...?

[The clock piece had been sitting on a shelf since she'd received it, and while it cought her attention from time to time, there was always something else to be done. She knew that Manning had met with his group, had seen a good memory, and she'd begun to feel a bit guilty about keeping such a thing from three other people, if that was what would happen.

So one afternoon when their two younger girls were miraculously napping at the same time and TJ was working her way through a new "big girl" book, Iris sat down at her laptop and scrolled back through the forums, searching for names. And once she finally had a trio of them, she locked a post:]

I believe I may have the final piece of your clock.

[Public]

I prefer digital, myself.

[Atticus M]

So there are wolves in the woods.

[Public]

I've seen no account of clocks put back together. Does that mean they haven't at all?

Who: Beckett North, Ren Solitaire, & Damian Wainright (to be freely crashed by Kratos, if so desired)
What: We speak about clocks, then re-assemble them.
Where: Wainright Manor
When: 7PM, on the agreed upon day
Warnings/Rating: TBD

( Wainright Manor was gold under the evening bask of sun. )

Pretty purple now. Who else has?

Who: Yellow Clocks: Daniel, Easy, Matilda, and Noah
What: A dinner party
Where: This magnificent monstrosity that Daniel has leased-to-buy on Holly’s recommendation.
When: After dusk, because Daniel hasn’t tinted the windows yet.
Warnings/Rating: I’m going to say that because of Matilda, one should not venture here lightly. And I’m only going to blame Matilda.

( Formal dinner, of course. )

Who: Group Dark Blue: Clair, Elias, Alex, Travis.
What: Clock assemblage
Where: The junkyard
When: End of the day.
Warnings/Rating: Drugs mention, and will update as needed.

( Travis had never been much for strangers )

WHO: Hugh Christian, Holly Nicodemo-Webster, Zoe Hanson, & Marta Flores
WHEN: Evening, at some point after this.
WHERE: Hugh's Lakeside Home.
WHAT: Adventures in "periwinkle/prissy baby blue".
WARNINGS: None to start, will update if necessary.

( Entertaining for any reason was something Hugh would jump at the chance to do. )

Who: Group Sandy Brown: Dietre, Jamie, Caspar, & Hannah.
What: Clock assemblage
Where: Caspar's home.
When: Nowish - brunchish?
Warnings/Rating: Will update as needed.

( He'd offered. )

so I think we should give all our clock pieces to one person to put together. this way if anyone has a bad memory they can ride it out not in front a bunch of other people

what does anyone else think?

Who: Team Rouge Red: Atticus, Eames, Manning, Rey
What: Clock assemblage
Where: The B&B
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: IDK. Will update as needed.

( Wasn't having a great day. )

Hi! I'm Elias and I'm new in town and I can see a lot about pieces of a clock so I thought I would come here and say that I have found one too. It is dark blue.

The gold isn't offensively boring, but I'm still adding glitter.

Who: Team Red Copper: Mari Lagos, Cris Martin, Dinah North, & Kit Vaughn
What: curiosity
Where: the convenience store
When: noon, the day after this
Warnings/Rating: TBD

( These days, before he was anything else, Cris was a dad, huh? )

Black?

I have the bottom. If I don't hear from everyone else on the fucking team by tomorrow, I'm throwing it away. No special magical memories for any of you.

I've heard from only one other. I could give it to him but I'm not nice.

[Group: Cris, Dinah, Kit, Mari]
[During this.]

Dinah has changed her mind. Where shall we meet to do this?

Late to the game, but I have pink!

Dinah had thought. She had thought a lot about what she wanted to do. What her brother would do. She was given a choice. They let her choose. Choices meant you could change your mind, right? So she snagged a piece partially crumbled paper and wrote something down before her mind flip flopped ... again.

Certainty was never Dinah's strong suite when it came to herself, at least beyond Beckett, beyond survival.

Okay.

The top of a clock was left for Mari at the end of Dinah's shift. It rested on top of the counter along with a very simple, very solitary note, written in extremely simple, almost childlike hand. By the time Mari would find the note, the half dry black pen would still be teetering side to side where it was left only moments before.