Repose

[Gwen R]

How are you feeling after the placement?

[Public, as anonymous]

Numbers. [And a link to this.]

Joey?
John?

You out there? I reckon I want to tell you both your eyes are real pretty.

Effervescent.

I still like the way the word sounds.

We danced. You were red and I was blue.

[Public]

You weren't convinced about stars.

[Anonymously. Quite late.]

All of the good stories have already been written. I'm not looking for you to make a habit of anything, I just wanted to say hello.

[Anonymously.]

You liked to look at the big picture and you liked bacon.

I have not been called perfect often.

You asked me to spin you.

Do you remember?

[When the sun rises in Repose, the lights at the rec center buzz to life. The headphones lose their power, the bar closes, and the art donors from the Capital are on hand to bid everyone a good day. There are breakfast vouchers available for the town's diners, and the clean-up crew is already on hand. Security workers collect headphones, and birds twitter happily outside, as if the entire thing was a scene from a Disney movie. Good morning, Repose.]

[The rec center closes early on Tuesday. On Wednesday morning, buses from a prestigious and well-known art museum in the Capital begin arriving. Art installations are carried into the rec center all day, and signs go up about a gathering taking there place Friday night. Residents are allowed to go inside the rec center to look around, though the art installations themselves are covered in anticipation of the event. The museum curators from the Capital are very friendly, and they explain that the residents in the Capital have collected to donate this experience to the town, since it has suffered so many hardships lately.]