Repose

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? )

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

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

[Public]

Has anyone actually put theirs together yet?

[Mari L]

Er, hello.

So if you were keeping a list on me, I'd like it if 'knows when to try to make amends' appeared on it even if 'lets curiosity overrule better instinct' comes further up. Last time we spoke that wasn't about clocks, I asked an inappropriate question, I'm sorry, it was impolite.

[Group lock: Cris, Dinah, Kit, Mari]
[After this, once she learns all the people who share pieces of the coppery-red clock.]

How do we decide in what manner we proceed?

Well, purple's not really my colour, but some anonymous individual seems to think otherwise. I'm assuming I'm not the only one if what I'm reading is any indication.

Are we meant to trust this letter and the piece of a clock which was given to us? Mine is a coppery red that looks like blood, and I am not certain I trust someone who would take apart an antique clock in this way.

[She posts a link to a picture of her clock piece, to better illustrate the color.]

[Michi]
[Grudgingly in English.]

Should we go on a vacation? Somewhere not here?

[Rey S.]
[Still grudgingly in English.]

Are you doing your movie thing soon this month?

[Public]
[As Magdalena O.]

Recomendaciones para excursiones de un día? ¿Excursiones de varios días? ¿En algún lugar no aquí?*

*Recommendations for day trips? Multi day trips? Anywhere not here?

[Public]

What's the antique shop selling, these days?

[Tory W]

Have you come up for sunlight, recently?

[Shiloh F]

Hello. Er, what am I meant to say to your brother?

[Noah NW]

Hello. I wonder if you could give me some advice.

[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?

[Fam]

[She writes it, timed to post when normal people are asleep]

so good news bad news, i got into this art program out of state where they don't need like a ged to let you in or whatever and i found out the girl i was with at the place from before is dead, so. it's kind of like the universe doing its thing. i'm bailing, i guess and i don't want the super awkward stuff so you can write me [email address] but not here. i figured one last town thing was kind of the goodbye party. i love you and i'll visit maybe when i'm on a break and not super poor.

[Minis]

[Not a forum post. She sends the latest thing learned in a tin to the last address she has, and the note is on sketchpad-paper, folded in half on top of the cake, with an email address for contact.]

i hate goodbyes so it's not a goodbye? thank you for the lessons, i'm way better at not burning stuff to shit now. not-goodbye, H]

[Martins]

[They get a proper card, sent through the mail like a normal human. In it, there's a longer snippet from the course that she's going on, a program of classes and she's scrawled on it 'thank you for believing i could do it'. Inside, it's a giant, hand-illuminated 'thank you' and not a lot else, apart from email address.]

[Clary House: past and present]

so hey, thanks for being awesome people to live with. i'm kind of leaving town, which i figured i should probably say but Destiny, i paid rent through April and you shouldn't have any problem with getting someone cool to live here, it's a really nice place.

[And after all the above, forum posts bounce-back.]

[locked to sam and cris m]

I hope you two did some positive reading?

[locked to misha b]

How were the books?

[locked to daniel w]

Did you go?

[locked to ren s]

Hello there.

[Public]

All the people I'm trying to find are lipstick colors. Red and a murderess, and blue lipstick and a movie theater, darling. Who are you?

[Cisco D]

Did you spend an evening spellbound by books, darling?

[Janus A]

Which you went into the books?

[Sam M]

I'm indulging myself, did you jump into a history of Picasso or Van Gogh and spend an evening in splotches?

[Locked to Iris M]

I? Doing okay?

[Sam & Cris]

You guys make it out okay?

[Public]
[After a small amount of hesitation.]

Frog?

[Alexander+ Lock: Sam M+Lou D+Manning T+Iris M+Leo B+Julia L+Daniel W]
Me and Sam are going on vacation and just wanted you all to know. Anybody got any interest in watching the store for us? We got one kid working there. Lou knows him. Oliver.

[Locked to Oliver K]
Hey, mijo.

[Locked to Atticus M]
Hey, mi socio.

I owe you an apology for my rudeness the other day. I'm sorry for cutting you off.

[Graffiti pops up in the early evening. Bright yellows and shocking blues and vibrant reds. The graffiti is spray paint in photo-realism on the side of Repose's buildings, on the sidewalks, on the highway overpass and onto the ramp leading to the Capital. The same shocking splotches of color are visible on the long drive leading to the Capital, though there aren't familiar faces to be found in those modernistic arrows that point the way.

In the Capital, the breadcrumbs become harder to follow. Here, the shrieks of color tangle with tags and territory markers, but a careful eye can locate them where they embrace on local walls and in faded places. They lead to Second City, to beyond the market inside the walls, beyond the established communities within, and to a festival brightness and chaos beyond. Color explodes there brighter and more vivid than the paint sprayed onto walls and sidewalks and streets. All are welcome. Music is rhythmic, intense and wild, and there are hundreds gathered in bare skin and colorful garb, celebrating everything and nothing as the night darkens and prepares to kiss an uninhibited dawn.]

[Martins]

[She links to an external file hosted on the college server. It's fruit. OK, it's not shit-hot but it's color which is not her thing and it's not ink pen and pencil which is not her thing.]

class is way better than it ever was when I was a kid. how you doing after the shit with the nightmares?

[delivery: Misha B/Damian W]

[She sends it late, because it was meant to go before the nightmares locked the town down when the guy who'd run the class had posted the recipe on Instagram or something. So she sends halwa in a tin that looks like it held super-cheap candy bought over Christmas. Holly sticks a note on the front, a square of art-book paper and the scrawl is black ink in thin artist-nib pen, 'I don't think I screwed this up. H']

[Newt P]

hey. are you OK?

[Destiny S]

[because Destiny is clearly back in town.] soo. you're back?

[Patrick G]

[Similarly, because Patrick is clearly gone.] uh, hey, is everything OK?

[Public]

I heard the weirdest story last night and I think I want to believe it's true.

this town sucks. it's dumb magic is the worst and ihateit.

The town seems to be flush with new arrivals, so I thought I would advertise my services as an antiques dealer. I have some stock catalogued on the internet, but digging in the back rooms often unearths other unusual finds. I can also look for you if you have a wishlist.

[Out of the blue after months of quiet.]

I'd rather it was raining.