Repose

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. )

Well. It appears receiving clock parts has become a common occurrence. I've yet to see anyone mention getting a brown clock, but I have to assume there are others out there who have?

[after she's done binge-watching what we do in the shadows, season 2 & physically hurt from laughing, then & only then:]

i'm looking to buy yellow pieces of a thing. hmu.

[There's lots of reasons Daniel shouldn't be able to figure out the forums right now, but we're handwaving most of it. Grandpa got tech support, or something.]

[Public]
There seems to be a great deal of noise and firearms even after the holiday is through. One can barely think.

[Holly]
Dear Holly, I would prefer to avoid troubling you, but I have a number of favors to ask of you.

[Dietre]
And how is the composing, maestro?

[Damian]
[Time fuzz. But we will say, sometime vaguely after this.]
Damian, do you wish to speak to me? I do not have a purpose, other than to ask you how you do.

[Wherever Daniel may be, the nearest phone to him rings. The number shows up as unknown. Should anyone else answer, the call disconnects immediately and will resume ringing upon hanging up. This strange phenomenon will follow him until he accepts the call. It can be ignored, of course, and will eventually end after a full cycle of the moon.

Ring, ring, ring, ring...]

[Daniel W (Visible to Noah)]
hey, gramps.
noah said you're in town.
and i wanted to talk about something.
hit me back.

Taste the Rainbow
Carrot Cake
Cream Puff
Strawberry frosted donut
Salted Ginger Mango

Those are the new I Scream flavors for June. I am ALWAYS looking for new ideas to taste test and also taste testers to experiment on. Let the flavors flow people! You can even whisper if you need to. I am listening!

Also, I just got in some wonderful new awesome things in the shop, Including these Vintage Horror Movie Tarot by a local artist! I'm in love with it. There are a few decks left, and come in full packs or just the major arcana. It's not too late!

Let me know if you are interested in a consignment of any handmade products that you think would do well with our spooky clientele.

To my Thursday group! We start a new campaign this week. Come with your character sheets already filled out. If you are interested in joining The Excelsior Thursday night RPG let me know. There's always ice cream and lots of laughs to be had.

[...]

[...]

Hello, I am Audrey Carpenter, but I am pretty sure most of you know that. Um.

I'm not really sure what to write here, but I was told it'd be beneficial for everyone, so here goes:

My memory [...] isn't what it was. The doctors said it can happen after [...] unpleasant events. They're not sure when or if it will come back, but they'll be working with me closely over the next few months.

I get out of the hospital in a week or two, I'll be moving in somewhere with my cousin?. [...] I am going to be reading through old posts to try and see if it helps at all, and to re-familiarize myself as best as I can.

So, I guess this is a re-introduction of sorts, and so no one gets too confused if I don't recall who you are.

Hi.

Also, thank you to everyone who looked for me and came to the hospital. I was told it was a lot. Oh, also. Whoever found me? Thanks. I can't remember your name.

If only the beauty of spring would continue on through summer minus the miserable heat. I am not looking forward to it. Aside from that, well… I won’t jinx myself by saying anything more than life is relatively decent.

I have not posted anything in a while, so I thought I’d share something a little different than my usual.

Out of the mid-wood's twilight
Into the meadow's dawn,
Ivory limbed and brown-eyed,
Flashes my Faun!

He skips through the copses singing,
And his shadow dances along,
And I know not which I should follow,
Shadow or song!

O Hunter, snare me his shadow!
O Nightingale, catch me his strain!
Else moonstruck with music and madness
I track him in vain!

- Oscar Wilde

In Repose, we do not fear the past.

[After, she slept. Sleep, sleep, fitful dreams and still wearing the night's costume. She had no notion of the passage of time, but no one did when they slept, and in this she wasn't different than anyone else who slept. But she dreamed, and this was new. She hadn't found herself wading in dreams since before. Before, because everything in her life was before and after. Before the house, and before Marcus, and before dying, and before awakening. And, now, before this. Before this bed and the fluttering open of her eyes as the world lost its blur. But she couldn't move. She couldn't and couldn't and couldn't, and this again. She grit her teeth and made sounds akin to whimpers and whines, and she could see the man in the chair beside the bed.]

I am to inform a personage named Siye not to worry.

Who: Daniel & Hannah
What: A run-in (Completed)
Where: The Carnival
When: Now, tonight
Warnings/Rating: Daniel might eat someone Daniel definitely ate someone.

( The town was a misty memory for Daniel. The roads were more broad than that misty memory afforded, quieter, with less gravel and more sheen. Repose was at once louder and more quiet than he expected, lacking strolling bodies or clusters of people on the corners of the roads, but filled with vehicles both large and small moving at all speeds. )

[Locked to Misha B.]

Misha, I haven't heard from you in some time, I hope all is well? Liam needs help

[Locked to Adrian M.]

Hello Adrian. Are you still away?

[Locked to Daniel W.]

How are you, Daniel? Have you returned from your travels? I wonder if you ever received my letter?

[Locked to Damian W. when Misha does not answer and Dietre cannot find any trace of him on the forums.]

Damian, where is Misha? Is he with you?

[(TIME FUZZ. So it happens whenever it's convenient for you.)

The contents of the first apartment of the music store, whose only occupant is currently the white cat Mimi, has been lately altered. The changes are subtle and take a moment to notice, but anyone who goes in there often enough might figure out what is different about this picture, if they weren't distracted by more monumental events.

The furniture is unaltered, the great bed with its missing canopy still a king of white duvet and fluffy pillows, the stout bookshelves still crammed with old books forced in at all angles. Daniel's various odds and ends are still largely housed in wood crates the size of steamer trunks stacked somewhat haphazardly against one wall. Blue tea towels still hang from the oven door. The reading lamp is still plugged in over the big armchair, and the chipped mugs and silver tea set are all still in place, if a bit dusty. Mimi's toys are still scattered about, and her litterbox is in the otherwise untouched bathroom.

However, the microwave is gone. So is the phone charger, which used to be by the bed. The record player is gone, and the radio too. There's a straight razor hidden in a drawer instead of an electric one charging on the bathroom sink. Rather than the old brick of a laptop computer, there's now a manual typewriter in astonishingly good condition with a strange linen-paper sheet set onto the roller. The sheet is blank. The typewriter doesn't have a plug, but it clicks every now and then, as if waiting.

All the modern newspapers that used to stack up by the door are gone. So are the magazines. And the paperback novels--and in fact, anything published after Queen Victoria's death is MIA. The place feels kind of spacious... and anticipatory.]

[Locked to Marta F]
I so didn't mean to leave you hanging dude. How was NY?

[Locked to Dietre A]
[He hasn't heard from him a while, but he tries anyway.]
Dude?

[Locked to Feames]
Walked into any ones dreams lately?

[Locked to Hazel H]
[...After some thinking.]
Hey dude I think we maybe got off on the wrong foot. Do you want to try again or just like write it off?

[Locked to Mal R]
Dude I forgot to ask after your holidays my bad

[Locked to Daniel W]
[Also just to try.]
Mr. W?

[Public]
Is anyone looking for a front desk type job?

I feel, as something of a service to the community, that I should check to see that you are, in fact, alive. They - the ubiquitous "They" - say that you died some time ago and your corpse hasn't been collected from above the record store. I suppose a reply would be sufficient to ascertain the truth.

Then again, they also say you're a vampire. I suppose both things could be true.

Who: Daniel & Aubrey!
What: Some mild crazy and teeth!
Where: Outside the Bus Station
When: Day after
Warnings/Rating: None

( He was not concerned, and didn’t wonder why. )

[VERY backdated. Written not long after Misha's suggestion.]

[Daniel W.]

Dear Daniel,

Misha tells me you are on a journey of self improvement, and so I’d like to send you my best wishes for your success. I hope my letter finds you well as it leaves me at present. I also hope that you will not be away and on your own for too long. I feel we haven’t had many opportunities to talk before you left, and I regret that, as I do enjoy talking with you and appreciate your interest in my music.

Life in Repose has been carrying on with it's usual strangeness, though I doubt that is anything anyone would miss, so I’ll tell you of the more normal goings on instead. I’ve worked on another production by Ren Solitaire. It was a musical this time, as well as a comedy; Spamalot. The humor was quite lost on me, it all seemed rather nonsensical, but being able to lose myself in the challenge of getting the music side of it all together was strangely exciting, albeit stressful.

In general, though, I have not been as stressed as I was before. You might think me a new person when we meet again. I often feel like one. I suppose that is the good being in love will do. I feel guilty, however, feeling happy when my friends are going through difficult times. I assume you’ve heard what happened to Holly? Noah told me he had been shot during an incident at the facility. He recovered, but that same incident has caused much trouble for my roommate, Adrian March. It is all shrouded in mystery, I know very little of what happened, only that Adrian is now incarcerated at the facility due to his involvement. It is terribly frustrating not to be able to do anything about it.

Ah, I said I wasn’t going to write about Repose’s strangeness, but it seems impossible to avoid doing so when it is threaded through everything that happens here. Wherever you are, enjoy being free of it! Unless you are missing it? Either way, I hope to see you again soon.

Yours, Dietre Abendroth

PS: Forgive me if this letter lacks focus, I’ve not written very many in my life. I promise to do better in my next, should you wish for me to write another.

[There are a few assorted homemade cookie deliveries around town, as Claire is wont to do.
One to Janus: You are too smart for me. How have you manipulated me into making you cookies all the time? ~Claire
One to Hannah: Thank you for being you. Dinner soon. ~Claire
One to Ren: You certainly picked an interesting show. ~Claire
One to Misha: Love you. No matter what. ~Claire
One to Alex: I hope the new job is going well! Thank you for the story time! ~Claire
And TWO to Kratos: For the both of you. Thank you, again. ~Claire]

[Text: Lucifer M]
Will you be coming to Rome?

[Letter: Daniel W]
( A letter penned thoughtfully, in French, on her heavy pristine white stationary. )