Repose

[Public]

I prefer digital, myself.

[Atticus M]

So there are wolves in the woods.

[Locked to Janus A]
[After this.]

Hope you're feeling better. Went back to the Capital, but cops were all over. Lying low until I can answer their questions without bruises all over my face. Listen, appreciate the help. Am grateful. But can handle it from here on out. Eames immediately asked me what I'd done to you. Says I'm responsible for you going through what you're going through. Not interested in causing anyone injury. Certainly not interested in being torn to verbal shreds by someone who doesn't know me. Understand he's worried about you. Messaged him because I was worried, and because he told me once that you were lovers. Didn't think you should be alone.

Not sure how quickly you'll be able to get back to work, but can provide financially if you can't. Going to put my accountant's number at the bottom of this.

Thanks again. Appreciate all the help.

[After this, and in the dark of night, Green Lights Books in the Capital goes up in flames. Well... not flames, precisely, but there's an explosion which leaves a huge crater in the center of the store. All the glass is blown out, and the inside is destroyed. Murmurs about a meteor begin almost immediately, with first-responders finding no one inside the building. But local meteorologists report no meteor showers occurring that evening.

For those who are sensitive to such things, the crater in the center of the bookstore is more than mundane: It seeps holy and demonic energy into the night, with the tendrils of said magic swirling around the Capital's streets well into the morning hours.]

[Janus A]

Darling, I think we might have a problem.

[Noah NW]

You've not been dreaming loudly, have you darling?

[Public]

What, Repose, could come next, after old farts with clocks? Do we expect a step over and above timepieces, or is this the weirdest shit the town can shake out?

[Her post is definitely more subdued than usual. After this.]

I will now be working as a page at the library now?. I hope to see some of you there if you come in. I am excited.

[Atticus M.]
Thank you, for helping me get the job. I start training Monday.

[Noah NW.]
Hello, Noah! I am Fable White, Atticus told me to speak to you about getting some money for clothes for my new job.

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. )

[Group lock: Rey, Eames, Manning, Atticus]

Doing this?

Then the fifth angel sounded, and I saw a star from heaven which had fallen to the earth; and the key of the bottomless pit was given to him.

Revelation 9:1

What a distasteful colour.

Based on what people are saying, it seems like many of us are looking for the Belle Epoque Minute Repeater clock. Which is an ironic name if it really It seems like when assembled together, it will look like this, although I have seen some variants which are more this style.

There was a major Christie's auction last month. I don't know if it's necessarily connected to what we have here since our person seems more interested in dismantling and randomly sending off parts than bequeathing it for private collections, but yeah.

[Sebastian]

Did you get a clock piece?

[Delyth]

What do you think of all this?

[Mari - after this]

Hi. Sorry to bother you, but are you the new owner of the antiques store?

[posted after dark.]

So nice. Not to have the intricacies of horology forced upon me.

Does anyone know how difficult it is to sell something when somebody is just giving it away for free in doorstep antique sales?!?!

[Fiach B]

Lovely weather we're having.

[Marta F]

Are you still well, Marta? It's been some time.

[Public]

Since we ask everything else on here, does anyone have any recommendations for a mechanic?

[Atticus]

Your friend ghosted, thank fucking god. Still don't know if he was working for the guy who wants to kill me and eat my powers.

[Jamie]

I know I don't have the Empire Records Chic going for me, but I could use a random hookup rn.

[After this, and after much consideration, a display table is placed in the lobby of the B&B. It's near the entrance door, and it has a nice white-linen tablecloth on it. On said tablecloth, all four items are placed:

→ A crumpled cocktail napkin - white, nothing on it.
→ A small, plastic children's toy.
→ A single, large black feather.
→ A well-folded piece of paper - the title page to La Belle et La Bete (all in French).

Alongside the items, there's a placard explaining that the items are lost items, now found, and that anyone who can weave a story about them will be granted a free month of rent at the B&B.]

[Over a series of spread-out days, on the boat docked outside this house, small things are left on board. Where someone would find them before setting sail:

-A crumpled cocktail napkin - white, nothing on it.
-A small, plastic children's toy.
-A single, large black feather.
-A well-folded piece of paper - the title page to La Belle et La Bete (all in French).

The things appear one by one, the next only arriving after the previous has been found.]

[Public]

What would you do if you could, if you hadn't done anything forever? Would it be small and comfortable, or exciting?

[As Cris M. After getting some basic stuff set up in their new place in the neighborhood.]

Repose, always changing and always the same, huh?

Who: First Meeting of the "Paranormal Club" - name on the list of topics
What: Oona hosts a paranormal club meeting open to the town of repose.
When: Postponed from July 1st.
Warnings: Will update but so far none!

( If there's something that could even be remotely paranormal, who you gonna call!? Name TBD!! )

[Locked to Atticus M]
[During this.]

Hi Mr. McV I have a question if its ok

ETA: [Locked to Janus A]
Hi I'm Noah Atticus said to hit you up