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delivery; hannah s. [17 Feb 2019|10:49pm]

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[nothingends]
Delivery for Hannah Smith )

[locks to archie w, patrick g, noah n, misha b] [17 Feb 2019|12:26pm]

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[caeteradesunt]
[locked to archie w]

Do you hang out in bars in the city a lot, or did I get lucky?

[locked to patrick g]

So, did you go?

[locked to noah n]

Did you go to that party?

[locked to misha b]

Hi Misha. How's it going?

log: dietre & aleksi [15 Feb 2019|08:34pm]

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[ax3]
Who: Dietre and Aleksi.
What: Unexpected gifts.
Where: Adrian's place at the Carnival.
When: A few days after this
Warnings/Rating: Low.

Aleksi was learning to move around the house without bumping into things. )

Delivery: Mason C [14 Feb 2019|05:45pm]

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[reposeanon]
[When Mason enters The Chamberlain's Men in time for work, he'll find a bottle of whiskey waiting in his office for him. There's a little heart shaped note attached to it, which simply reads 'Happy Thursday x']

[Claire, Janus, and Rory] [12 Feb 2019|05:23pm]

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[somesympathy]
[Sent before the Masquerade, with all of them on the same lock. Because why not.]

So are we attending?

Leena and Sadie [11 Feb 2019|09:46pm]

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[detached]
Who: Leena and Sadie
What: Meeting up
Where: Sadie's place
When: Following this
Warnings/Rating: Some feels.

Hope )

Ronan X [11 Feb 2019|10:19am]

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[agoodman]
[Texted to Ronan]

Have you heard about the Masquerade?

log: sushi time w/ adrian, patrick, and lou [10 Feb 2019|02:17pm]

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[caeteradesunt]
Who: Lou, Patrick, and Adrian
What: Sushi dinner
Where: A sushi place in the Capital.

He'd been eight, so at least the bar to clear for seeming grownup wasn't exactly high. )

Tandy & Holly: the good diner [09 Feb 2019|09:45pm]

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[cloakndagger]
Who: Tandy & Holly
Where: The Good Diner
When: Hand-waving. In the days after Tandy arrived / Holly post-terror.
Warnings: Unlikely.

He should have asked Sabrina if the magic trick with the ID extended to cash. There was probably a theoretical science model behind it, perceived transumation probably worked on the basis of weight and similarity - combatting a singular sense rather than trying to hit two at once, but the real truth was there wasn't a lot in Tandy's wallet rn and his back-up plan never articulated either in speech or in that part of his mind that dealt with the adult crap of living, was caput. You couldn't rely on a temporary place to crash if everything went so superlatively wrong that you couldn't survive solo if the woman you were relying on didn't know you were her kid. So whatever. He had managed to figure out how to tap the wifi from the house across from the abandoned one - their password was manufacturer-issued, which was basic beyond belief - and he had purchased a cheap SIM to keep the phone he'd toted across realities functional. He had looked into a gig in the city, where people were still hiring and no one knew his name and associated gender.

Which was so much functional adulting, when what had actually happened post-Sabrina was that he had cried himself sick, the messy, gulping, can't-breathe-nasal-passages-congested ugly sobbing that belonged to little kids whose worlds collapsed over a lollipop or an early bedtime. It had been pretty much an all night kind of deal and Tandy had woken with his eyes sticky and still kind of red and so over the emotive reaction to world-shifting realities that he headed to the Rec center for the kind of shower that was lukewarm and timed out every three minutes but at least was, you know, clean.

He turned up to the diner early. There was no coffee-making facility in the abandoned house and he knew intellectually caffeine-reliance was largely psychosomatic unless you were drinking enough to fundamentally alter your brain chemistry and Tandy did not, but he felt badly in need of coffee and his wallet could stretch to it. He had coffee, white and heavy with sugar because the condiment selection was free and it kept his belly from growling - or the stomach juices instigated by the time of day vaguely suppressed with the consumption of milk - and he had his sketchpad on the table. It wasn't a thing Tandy would have done in his own Repose. It was too statement, and everyone knew who he was there. Here, he was the closest thing to anonymous and it was seriously disconcerting if he thought about it long. He had Imagine Dragons in his earbuds, and he sipped his coffee and he drew the outside of the window because if he drew the waitress, which was what he actually wanted, she would want the sketch.

Public (anon) [09 Feb 2019|10:38am]

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[deteriorate]
[Posted anonymously.]

I need a medium.

Dinner: Ragnar and...Athelstan [09 Feb 2019|02:34pm]

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[__viking]
Who: Ragnar and Connor/Athelstan
What: Dinner with an old friend.
Where: Ragnar's house
When: Saturday night.
Warnings: None anticipated

1200 years )

Public [08 Feb 2019|09:00pm]

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[provenance]
[Public]

Do I have to remark on the woods? They're very wood-y. Bit smelly, but that's already been covered.

Public [08 Feb 2019|07:11pm]

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[adetunedradio]
it is skaree at my howse and ther is smok sumtimes it smels bad

and a man cam and sed i had to go away beefor

i mis my howse i mis my clothe tent

log: marta & travis go for a drive [08 Feb 2019|03:22am]

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[frangible]
Who: Travis and Marta.
What: NA meeting buddies cruise around town.
Where: Repose here and there.
When: Current-ish.
Warnings: Probably mentions of passing bad things like drugs. Will update as necessary.

[The local junkyard didn't have much to offer as far as fully functional motor vehicles went. It was really just the place where people disposed of their rust bucket clunkers and their dead relatives' long-forgotten mechanical projects of one type or another. The place that Travis was beginning to think of as home despite himself was a desolate graveyard of bombed out engine guts and damaged steel frames. Fucking junk in every sense of the word, but he'd managed to salvage a few gems out of the wreckage. He'd fixed up a bike or two, and most recently an old Chevelle that was in need of a lot things, most obviously a single-hued paint job. But the heat worked, and he'd gotten it to shift smoothly into every gear, which were the only criteria on a quiet winter evening like this one.

The old muscle car that pulled up in front of Marta's must have been a real gem in it's day, but the only thing that could be said for it now was that it at least ran in the cold weather after the wrench-work that Travis had put into it. It really wasn't the kind of car that any guy wanted to be picking up a girl in. It needed a fresh coat of paint badly because the body was mostly rust-licked black but the passenger door was a mismatch of robin's egg blue. The old 8-track stereo had been ripped out and was bleeding little red and yellow wires up on the dash. The seats had one been pretty black leather, but were now so sutured with duct tape that they might as well have been gray. The engine was loud and the muffler was clunky. The car probably should have been an embarrassment and not any source of pride, but Travis had gotten it out of the grave and back to life again. He couldn't help but to feel just a little proud of it. The list of his accomplishments was really fucking short, and even the minor victories felt golden.

After texting Marta that he was out front, Travis fussed with the portable stereo that he'd shoved into the middle of the bench seat. The only CDs that he'd found back at the trailer he'd inherited only consisted of old 1970's country music, it seemed. There was some of it playing now, but the volume was real, real low. He had on blue jeans and a gray cotton shirt with long sleeves. Some dark gloves that he'd gotten for Christmas were on his hands, both of which clutched the steering wheel, waiting.]

rollerskating: si & destiny [08 Feb 2019|12:16am]

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[otrava]
Who: Destiny and Si.
What: A hang out involving some skates.
When: Recent/Now.
Warnings: None atm.

[Outside on the front stairs, she was haloed in the halogen-yellow of the main porch light. It was nuclear disco bright, giving a golden fuzz to the dusky line of trees. The woods were proving to have a whole new set of problems in the past few days, and Destiny watched their stillness with more distrust than curiosity. Se was feeling older than ever, which was scientifically accurate and all, but still, any valiant and naive need to go poking at the strange and unusual felt long behind her. She was beginning to understand why the witch always lived alone in the fairy tales, hidden away in caves or woods or towers. Destiny wasn't a natural shut-in and her inner party-girl had been drowning slowly since the last of the holiday hurrahs, but she hadn't extended a life saver until tonight when Si asked her out.

She was probably supposed to decline seeing as how she was technically the boss and all, but this line of work didn't come with so strict of guidelines, or any guidelines really. Destiny knew that the man had his issues, but they were totally normal, human, grown up problems from what she'd heard, and Destiny was honestly more than willing to welcome some normal stuff into her life. She hadn't felt next to normal in a long time, but these days were as close as she'd gotten. Her magic was stable, steadied on a diet of self care and meditation. She found that in being good to herself, her magic was content. Well, as content as a tiger in a cage could be. She kept her mind de-stressed and her body well-fed, and so far nothing and nobody were dying around her so Destiny took that as a good sign.

She intended to keep it that way. Roller skates and the possibility of cheese fries sounded like a good place to start. So she sat on the front steps of her trailer, waiting on him to show. She had on some gray sweater tights and black shorts on top, some slouchy boots and a green flannel buttoned up over a tongue-out Rolling Stones shirt. The trailers seemed quiet tonight, and Destiny sat by, idly messing with a strand of year-round twinkle lights that wrapped the rail of her stairs.]

Witch sib lock, Atticus M, Newt P [07 Feb 2019|08:14pm]

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[liminality]
[Separate locks to Des + Atticus]

Is this you?

[Newt P]

Any idea who is getting a lot of enjoyment out of Bambi?

Lunch: Ragnar and Mason [07 Feb 2019|06:36pm]

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[__viking]
Who: Ragnar L and Mason C
What: Lunch between neighbours
Where: Ragnar's place
When: Thursday lunchtime
Warnings/Rating: Probably low. Possibly language. Will update if necessary.

Delicious )

Daniel W, ETA: Public [05 Feb 2019|11:08pm]

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[innumerable]
[During this.]

[Locked to Daniel W]
Hello, Daniel.

ETA: [Public]
[After this, posted anonymously.]

Whoever it was in the woods, with the deer, are you all right?

Public [05 Feb 2019|06:13pm]

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[elfen]
[After this and this and this.]

Come on, people. Can we not go easy on the woods for five minutes?

News: Repose [05 Feb 2019|01:24pm]

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[vino]
[In the woods near Repose, the remains of two female deer are found by an early-morning hiker. Half-buried as though to hide them, the deer are in immaculate condition save for the fact that they appear to have been completely drained of blood. There are no tracks to be discovered, no other evidence to find. Just a gruesome discovery in the wee morning hours.]

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