Repose

[Ranger Radio: Mary M]
[Midday, while doing the final walkthrough of the new trails.] Am I calling you boss these days, boss?

[Locked to Marta F]
Look, Mouse, I am sorry. I understand that I am not in your shoes, and that this is most difficult for you. I do not know what it is like to have a child. All I can do is tell you what it does to a kid if they grow up wondering. [This doesn't get deleted once the infrasound begins, but there are no further replies to this post.]

[After much consideration.]
[Locked to Adrian M]
Bro, checking on you.

Anyone want to do an end of the summer party on the beach?

[The Trio]

I believe I have found several spots that should suit our needs.

['Akela' as 'Vana']

Your lack of immediate trust is promising, but I am curious if you would be interested in a more open exchange of information?

[Mary Moreau]

I appreciate the opportunity for work.

[locked to "peace"]

[She forgoes the anonymity.] Hiya, P.

[locked to eddie n.]

End up talking to your postcard person yet?

[Patrick G.]

Have fun?

[Nish B.]

Talk to anyone new?

[Public]

Where's the best place to go dancing here?

I don't suppose anywhere's looking for some volunteer work are they? Need something to keep me busy between shifts. No objections to manual labor.

Tell me where to find the best ice cream in town. I will appreciate it more if I need to go to somewhere dark and dank to get it. A man should have to work for ice cream.

[Locked from Patrick G, Newt P, and Jack P.]

Am we allowed to ask what's fun to do around here when we've been living her for like a year? Inquiring minds want to know.

[Mary thought it made sense to knock. It was her place, too, but was seemed to be the main word there. She had gone to the ranger station first (which should surprise no one) to get things in order before heading back to the apartment. It was getting dark, the sky bruised like a peach that had fallen off a tree. Beautiful, over. Mary was dressed formally, not the ranger outfit with the funny hat, but slacks and a button down shirt that said she was rising in the ranks of her profession of choice.

She knocked and when (if?) Nish answered the door, Mary had a bottle of tequila in her hand. Good stuff, made by a little village in Mexico that tried to get by on their own grit. That made the booze taste better in Mary's opinion. Oh, and Molly was there, too. The dog with a big happy face- almost a better ice breaker than the booze.]

[Patrick G.]

Hi.

[Public]

If anyone has ducks that are spending too much time in your pool, let me know. I can't physically move them, but I know some tricks.

[locked to patrick g]

The party seemed like a real success. You guys did a great job.

[locked to mary m]

Hi Mary.

[locked to 'blath']

Have you ever remembered something you don't think you could tell a stranger?

[Delivered to Ben Bailey, Eddie Nelson, Iris Morgenstern & Manning Thorsen (one box), Mary Moreau, Sadie Marella, Steve Mcrory, and Jainus Allen, separately. ]

Each recipient receives an Amazon Prime box with legit looking shipping labels, big enough to hold a few small books. Inside is nothing but packing noodles, and if you search long enough, a tiny slip of paper with trollface printed on one side. There is no return address, as they were all delivered by hand.

Who: Anyone who wants to attend!
What: An outdoor gala
Where: In the woods, near the Ranger Station.
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: Varied! Anyone can start threads within this post. Feel free to hit any starters that are hanging out there. Dibs items you intend to hit. Also, arranging threads with other characters is all good! Just put both character names in the subject line to ensure no one dibs the starter. Participation in multiple threads in here is fine; just assume character threads are staggered throughout the evening.

( The lights were strung from tree to tree. )

[Originally, she intends to just post with her name, because she's not ashamed or anything. In the end, it's just legal-military-big!bad concerns that make her post anonymously. All comments are anonymous unless stated otherwise.]

[Public!]
Hi! I need a local john.

[locked to patrick g]

Hey. How are you?

[locked to mary m]

Tell me how the trees are doing, Mary.

[locked to 'blath' (anonymously)]

Hi.

[locked to misha b]

Hey. I wanted to thank you again. I was going to thank Damian, too, but you said he's out of town?

[locked to reece e]

Hi Reece.

[eta: cat c]

I decided to go through with it.

[Dylan M]

Want to go to the bonfire with me? I promise to only get moderately drunk.

[Nish]
[For reasons unknown, Mary starts making little lunches for Nish on the regular. If Nish tried to leave the house without grabbing the lunch, her dog Molly will make a fuss about it. The lunches are anything from hearty sandwiches, to rice bowls to wraps with veggies.]

[Public]

We've opened more trails at the park! Stop by the ranger station for an updated map. And, thanks everyone who contributed so we could do our seasonal repairs.

[Locked to Misha B]

I need to put things on hold for now.

[Locked to Mary M]

Hi Mary. How are you?

Who: Patrick, Mary
Where: Patrick's elf land -> enchanted forest
When: recently
What: saving a girl
Warnings: violence

( She zombied her way towards the designated bed and immediately passed out before anyone could ask if she had enough blankets. )

[Radio: Mary M]
[Early am. While out checking tree growth and logging the numbers.] Moreau, are you out there being a workaholic?

[Locked to Destiny S]
Did you get your monetary situation settled, or will you be stubborn with me for asking?

[Locked to Newt P]
Good morning, my man.

[Who: Dylan M and Mary M
What: The date of awk.
Warnings: This is probs gonna be PG at most

Dylan asked the guys at work.

He woulda asked P but it seemed like the kind of thing a guy just knew how to do. The other guys, the ones who bunked with him and who had ordinary duty they signed up for, they knew he could beat the tar out of them if they said anything wrong. He wouldn't, but he could. It was a perk of being permanent state of limbo and waiting for the crackle of the intercom. So he asked one guy, who looked like the kind of guy who had been on a lot of dates and when Dylan showed up, it was dude-approved purple button-down over clean jeans. The jeans were old and they were kind of beat-up, as were his sneakers but the shirt was still almost-new.

The guy had been running on edgy tension and it had nothing to do with the date. Nah, it was all about counting down the days until the inevitable and this morning had been a blood-draw, sat in a medical chair with the smell in his nose and the ball in his fist and he had squeezed and squeezed until he had to be told for the third time to stop. He took the tension to the gym. Whaled on a guy for a little while (the guy was fine, and it was appropriate whaling, everyone signed up to it) and his knuckles showed none of it.

He had a prickle in the back of his head, and a tight feeling in his throat but Dylan abandoned it deliberate as he crossed the street to M's place. He didn't know if she had a roommate yet. He saw the post, he'd talked to her, but he didn't know if she'd found a roommate and this seemed like the kinda thing you knew before you showed up to a girl's place. And there was the conversation with P lodged in the back of his head along with the blood-draw, and Dyl was determined to do this thing the right way.

He knocked, and he shuffled around on her doorstep, hands in his pockets and staring at the tips of his sneakers.