August 18 2007
Gift
Submitted by gahr on Sun, 02/03/2008 - 11:30.
Got a package in front of my room, at the Arcadia. It's not an error, there's my full name on it. Thanks God, no bomb inside. Could it be the girl I met? Still have to go at her place, her mother called.
Anyway, I got a new cap. Seems to look good on me. Good time of the year for it.
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... oh dear I got a gift and it's the very first in... years? Decades? I have to find who gave it to meeeee. Oh dear oh dear oh dear
Settled - Sort Of
Submitted by uneven_trade on Sat, 02/02/2008 - 01:48.
When I think I've got things settled, something else happens that sort of throws it all into upheaval. I actually have an apartment. It's not a long term lease, thankfully, but it's nice to have a roof over my head and some place that doesn't make me feel so alone - even if it is damn near empty. And I am starting to think that Herbert may just be the perfect roommate. He sleeps like a freaking bear - except that night I wasn't home and he came looking for me - so when I come home late, I don't worry about waking him up because I don't think even the fire alarm could do that.
Fifth entry: Bad night
Submitted by the_grey_man on Wed, 01/30/2008 - 05:37.
Music: Blink 182, Down
4:57AM, August 18, 2007
Last night was not nearly as good a night as the past couple.
(My bad night. Let me show you it.)
Yes, I like cat macros. So sue me.
Anyway, it started off when I went hunting and attacked a demon. That's right, a demon. I might not have believed him when he said that, except he tasted so bad I don't know what else he could possibly be. Maybe-demon-cats are one thing, but demon-people are quite another. And disgusting. I don't know if I'm going to get the taste out of my mouth for days.
So here was my day
Submitted by once_burned on Wed, 01/30/2008 - 04:53.
Okay, so, weird of me to write two days in a row. Check. But it's late now and Thom's gone and I got called out to California a little while ago for another car accident. One woman, middle aged. I think she probably had a daughter named Sandra, because that's what she kept calling me. Luckily it was swift. I always appreciate the swift ones, for both of our sakes. ... mostly their's.
Back to Normal (aka Boring)
Submitted by brokenisbetter on Mon, 01/28/2008 - 00:02.
9:00am
I'm home! A couple months away from Marquette was awesome, and mom pretty much let me do anything I wanted this summer. Well, almost anything. I couldn't get a tattoo, but I really didn't want one, I just wanted to see if she'd let me get one. In any case, with school starting, I'm home now and apparently I didn't miss much (big surprise). Except for a bunch of diseased cats roaming around and dying all over town, which I'm not sad I missed by any means. Because gross.
Cats that aren't cats.
Submitted by charlieangel on Thu, 01/03/2008 - 15:13.
To: Corwin.
From: C. A.
Time: 9:14pm.
Subject: Cats.
Hello,
I saw your notice about the cats, and I was wondering what you knew about them. I had a few run-ins with them that might be interesting. I was going to do something about it, but they all appeared to die out.
Do you know if they're really gone?
-C. A.
A Visit and a Favor
Submitted by middleground on Thu, 01/03/2008 - 15:09.
Who: Caleb and Dorian
Where: Marquette general hospital
When: Evening
Caleb was awake, sitting in mostly silence, only the sounds from the rooms around him filtering through. Someone had their television on loud. He however, didn't have his on at all. He was busy hunched over his newly aquired sketchbook. He'd already killed a lot of the pages in it, and knew that at the rate he was going, he'd be done with it within a day or so. It was the only thing he could concentrate on, and if he didn't have that, his mind started grinding over too much bullshit. He didn't want to be thinking about any of it, so--drawing. He'd done several of Leija, Peyton, a few distant sketches of Ten and Jamie. Currently he was working on one of a girl he didn't know. It was a shot from behind her, so she was mostly in shadow, detail getting washed out and drawn in blacks. She was standing in a cemetery, the tombstones stuck up at odd angles. Old, crumbling, a wrought iron fence gating her in. Where she'd come from, he didn't know. But he figured it was healthier than drawing people he knew. He was feeling creepy and stalkery already, so he needed to curb that shit.
Dorian was thankful that he and Mathias had gotten back early enough from their wandering to allow him to go see Caleb. Being quite aware that they would move Caleb as soon as he seemed well enough, he wanted the time they could still have together unsupervised, seeing as how he wasn't sure what would change when they moved Caleb to the psyche ward. He'd not wanted to think too much on that point, yet there it was, not changing. Hopefully it would help Caleb more than he'd been able to. The door was open when Dorian walked in, quiet for a moment as he observed his brother, then eventually speaking up. "I didn't know you drew," he said, the thought passing through that there was a lot he didn't know about Caleb. Somehow he needed to learn it though. Wanted to, in fact, if his little brother would open up a bit. Dorian realized they were all bad at that.
Text Message for Kaysen
Submitted by second_chance on Thu, 01/03/2008 - 15:03.
Who: Chance and Kaysen
When: Late Evening
Where: Text Messages
k - hey. sorry for texting so late. what are you up too? - c
tour guide
Submitted by echoinglullaby on Thu, 01/03/2008 - 14:59.
who: dean and lullaby
where: marquette senior high school
when: noonish
Lullaby dashed up to the school, waving behind herself at her stepdad as he waved in return. Why was she constantly in the school, even when it wasn't in session? She was just a busy girl. Today, she had a tour to give, which was fine by her. Some new student to her year was around, so they'd arranged for her to show him around so he wouldn't be all lost on the first day. She was a little early, and didn't know if he was around yet or not, but she opened up the heavy doors and headed in, looking around. She might have called for him but she knew her voice didn't exactly carry far, so she hoped he would be standing around looking Dean-like.
He was, in fact, standing around - though 'slouching against some lockers' might have been a more apt term. Sophie had dropped him off, going on about how it'd help him to get a feel for the layout of the school before term started. Dean wasn't so sure and in any event wasn't exactly happy about spending an afternoon in school - it was bad enough that as of a couple of days, he'd be here five days a week as it was. But apparently some girl in his year was going to be showing him around - so hopefully she'd be cute and that'd take some of the mind-numbing boredom that threatened to be a tour around an empty school. He heard her footsteps quiet in the corridor before he even saw her, the creak of the door as it opened, so though he didn't come out of his slouch, he was looking in her direction as she appeared.
Lullaby caught sight of a boy, and smiled at him. She didn't know if it was the right one, but she headed on over to ask. She had her usual easy, bright sort of smile on her lips, and when she was close enough, she tilted her head to the side. "Dean?" she asked.
Falling
Submitted by tacithom on Tue, 01/01/2008 - 14:53.
Who: Leija and Thom
Where: Phone then Leija's house
When: Er, most of the afternoon and into the evening? (Sorry >.<)
Warning: NSFW
Leija had called him for long enough last night to confirm that she was okay and that things were - well, Thom got the impression that things weren't great, but she'd begged tiredness and he didn't push it, letting her go with a promise that he'd call her the next day. He didn't mention Isaac once, she didn't need his problems or worries, after all. He'd gone to bed for another night of not-really-sleeping and almost called her again first-thing, but made himself put it off. She was tired, she didn't need him on her back about things. He made himself wait, adding a few hours on just to show himself that he could do that, finally allowing himself to dial her number in the early afternoon.
After coming back from the hospital and seeing Caleb, Leija had flopped onto her bed and fallen into a brief nap. Even though it had gone okay, and she felt good about bringing him things to occupy his mind, she was tired. Hardly sleeping would do that to a person. The phone startled her awake, however, and she grabbed for it in a fumbly sort of way. "'Lo?" she asked, and cleared her throat.
Texting Fun
Submitted by gothicchic on Mon, 12/31/2007 - 03:37.
To: Chance
From: Jordan
Time: 11:00am
Hey, I know you're prolly busy or some such thing... but I was thinking, what with school starting Monday and the hell it's going to be for the first few weeks at least. I'm thinking of going to visit Devon, was wondering if you wanted to come along. - Jac
Investigating the Dream-site
Submitted by akrobata on Sun, 12/30/2007 - 03:29.
Who: Dessicant and Natalya
Where: The dream-site, past the second fence
When: Around 11AM
After discovering, to his great irritation, that Mike had not left his book for him at the front desk of Arcadia-- and discovering, to his only mild annoyance, that Hothrem was apparently not in the hostel, or was locked securely in whichever room was his-- Dessicant felt a decisive need to get out of town for a while, lest he take his irritation and annoyance out on his idiot employer. Which wouldn't be to his advantage, given his idiot employer paid for his room and his occasional serpentine snack. Or, worse, lest he track down Hothrem and try to eat him, just to get rid of the problem.
Besides, he even had a destination. Dessicant still hadn't the faintest idea what Mike's problem had been with the dreams and the empty field beyond the fences, and though curiosity wasn't one of his worst vices, it did rear its ugly head now and then. It was rearing its ugly head in the area of Mike's dreams, and since he was pretty sure Mike was long gone, book or no book, he couldn't very well ask him. If all else failed, it was something to do that kept him away from people he could bite the heads off of, figuratively or literally. No matter how tempting that might be, he hadn't lasted as long as he had by being impulsive.
So after making sure his idiot employer didn't need him for anything-- and wasting half an hour listening to him practice in the process-- he'd announced he was going out and made good on his announcement. It wasn't a terribly long drive, really, now that he knew where he was going. Like Mike, he left his car at the first fence, though he made a point to ease it into the trees over by the little hole he'd punched in it the day before. No sense leaving it where anybody passing by would immediately see it, given this was probably private property. This time he stayed in human form to climb through the fences, since he didn't feel like getting cut up again and wasn't even sure he could get through the second fence's hole without someone to lift it for him.
Once past the fences, he started down the reclaimed road, hopping idly over, onto, and off of the uneven places like a bored child might, since there was no one to see him and, well, it would certainly be something unexpected of him. And he liked being unexpected. He was heading vaguely towards the ruined buildings he'd spotted in the distance when Mike had suddenly given up the ghost. Maybe there would be something interesting among them.
TIME UPDATE
Submitted by praelitismods on Sat, 12/29/2007 - 00:22.
Weather: There’s a soft, cool breeze taking some of the heat out of the day, but it remains hot and once the sun goes down it’s a lovely warm evening.
Events: The Seafood Fest continues with live bands playing in Lower Harbour Park from late afternoon and after the sun goes down. The local restaurants are still serving good, cheap food and in the early afternoon, there’s a fancy dress competition for the kids with prizes being given out for the best costume.
And of course, the dreams continue for the psychics.
The Dream: This time the dream starts differently, low and close to the ground, by a wire fence. So close that the links look hug, the dirt beneath visible in surprising detail. The scene holds for a while – and it can be seen that someone has cut the anchors at this spot and the fence can be lifted up, enough to allow one person at a time to crawl through to beyond.
The scene pulls back, still centred on that portion of the fence and from a distance it seems as if there’s nothing wrong with it – no way through, but yet, the dreamer had clearly seen the way under. The dream runs backwards from the previous ones, moving backwards and away from the spot, down the dirt road, on to I41, backwards towards Marquette, until, before it goes to far, it becomes the previous night’s dream…
As the dream begins, the first thing to notice is the sounds surrounding you. Forest sounds, small, unseen things in the tall grass and the underbrush, birds singing over head. The sun is shining brightly, so brightly that the blue of the sky is lost in the glare if one looks up. Trees help blot out the sky, after walking along a dirt road that's being reclaimed by the woods.
Temperature is hazy, and a chill only sets in the farther from the sounds of the town now far behind have faded entirely. There are a few vague ruins barely seen at the edges of your vision...houses? A rusted out car from decades before? A child's bike, the tires rotted off up ahead, half on the path. Things start to move more quickly then, blurring everything as the dreamer speeds through the rest of the walk, over past where the road has been completely reclaimed, over uneven ground where cave ins deep beneath the surface once occurred, but nature's smoothed the area some, vegetation growing over the jagged edges of rock that jut up from the earth. The valley it creates leads into the darker forest, and the speeding gets even faster. There's barely time to see anything as the trees speed on either side of the dreamer, only vague impressions of other ruins, trees and animals (creatures?) watching the progress. The chill gets worse, starting to change from merely noted to icy.
The forest barely glimpsed changes with the temperature, going from lush and green, thick with life to black and skeletal, harsh with jagged branches clawing at any who venture near. There's a black rock wall up ahead, with an opening that dives down down down into even more coldness. It's almost impossible to see, the black of the cave nearly blending with the black of the rock. Then there's nothing left but blackness, and an abrupt stop.
All characters who experience the dream will wake with a feeling that they need to go somewhere. They won't be able to pinpoint it on the map, but if they follow the feeling, it will lead them along the same road as the dream, out of Marquette along the I41, leaving the road this side of Negaunee and leading them up into the middle of nowhere (about 7 miles from Marquette) until they reach the same fencing etc. If they get over or through the first fence, there's a second fence about 1/4 mile further on and if they get through that there's the wide open expanse of ground.
This time, the feeling doesn't die until about another half a mile up the 'path', where a few ruins are able to be seen.
If you have any events or anything going on which you think warrants a mention in the time update, please let us know!
