Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [08/17].

[x_discospider_x]

Troy was feeling a little disconnected and concerned.

No, not because of any weird dreams or compulsions to go look for something that he wasn't sure what it was, although that definitely did seem to vaguely be there. He was disconnected and concerned because there was a new guitar that came in, and that wasn't anything unusual, but then there was the guitar itself..

...which just...didn't seem right at all.

At first, he thought it was several guitars, but then he realized that all the guitars were actually the same guitar, and that was really wrinkling his brain, and then he tried to think about who would even play a guitar like that, and that they'd have to probably have more than just two hands, and then that was wrinkling his brain even more, and now he had to go and check the special orders because he wasn't sure if he wanted to be there when whoever had enough hands to play that guitar came in to pick it up.

But also, he definitely did want to be here for that.

Groovy Tunes is open!

Tuesday- Fix and Clean Shop

[alwaysonguard]

 

Anyone who had passed by the shop that morning would have seen a light on down in the shop, well before the streets were lit and any sensible person was awake and moving. Anyone other than Dwight it seemed.

It wasn’t like Dwight never thought of her and never dreamt of her. Even if in reality it had been nearly a decade since his daughter died, to his mind barely a year had passed. That emotion was as real as it had been the day Lizzie had died. She was always on his mind and in his dreams. So, the fact that he had a dream of her again was nothing unusual. What was unexpected was how vivid the dream was.

Usually, his dreams of Lizzie were like movie clips and photographs, brief moments and snippets of his memories of her. But last night…. Last night was different and when he woke, the dream left him feeling more vulnerable and exposed than ever before.

There was no going back to sleep after that. And still hours later the adrenaline was running through every fiber of his being. And so, for what seemed like the hundredth time, Dwight was up before the sun began to peek over the horizon. So, he had spent the early morning hours putting the finishing touches on the latest project he had been working on.

Not for a client, more for himself than anything else.  It was one of the only few things he had brought with him from Haven when he came to Fandom, the only real thing he owned he really cared about other than his hunting gear. At the work table in the shop downstairs Dwight sat back and looked at his handiwork, glad to finally have it finished.

Before him sat a large wooden jewelry music box. It had belonged to Lizzie and was one of her favorite things in the world.  He had made it for her himself years ago, before he had enlisted and was sent to Afghanistan. He had told her than while he was away, anything she wanted to tell him or wanted him to know she could write it down and put it in the box and he would get it. Of course, when he got sent home to recover, that box was full of letters, pictures, and notes from his daughter.

And from that day on Lizzie treasured that box, even after it fell off her dresser and broke, the ballerina on top no longer dancing and the music no longer playing. Dwight had promised to fix it for her and had been in the process of doing so when she had died.

It had taken him far too long to make good on that promise. But it was finally done. He sat there listening to the music fade away as he opened the box and held a stack of papers in his hands. Leafing through them slowly he placed them back into the box and slowly closed the lid. As he sat there, lost in the memories, one thing from his dream came back to him. One phrase. Simply repeating over and over in his mind….

‘If you dream them, they will come…. If you dream them, they will come…. If you dream them, they will come…"

 

(OPEN for anyone who wants to come in and chat or talk dreams or a sudden desire to go wandering in the woods or anything else)

Magic Box | Tuesday

[scarlet_chaos]

Wanda found herself lost in her thoughts at work today. She had been dreaming of Pietro last night. It had been nice at the time, but it only made coming into an empty store even more depressing than usual.

There were more boxes that she guessed were filled with more Halloween stuff in it, but she didn't have it in her to decorate right now.

[Open]

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Kitty had missed out on all the weird dreams and stones and all. (Which she wouldn't be upset about later, given how many dead friends had either come back later or turned out not to be dead in the first place.) She was totally oblivious so far, so the special was maybe accidentally helpful.

HALF OFF FIRST ROUND

Meanwhile she was at the bar, emailing back a promoter about an "event opportunity" next week definitely two weeks from now, which would hopefully get good attendance. Looks like she'd be setting up fliers again.


[Open!]

The Woods, Tuesday

[endsthegame]

It awoke in the early, dark hours where sleep still hung over the island. The vegetation that had covered the stone and hidden it well fell away, its work done. Each falling strand revealed more of the ancient rock underneath.

It pulsed once, gently.

If you dream them, they will come. If you dream them, they will come. If you dream them, they will come, it sang.

And again, reaching out to the dreamers in their beds, whispering.

If you dream them, they will come...

[[ dreamers, your applications have been accepted! come touch the stone. or come look for the stone and fail to find it if you're not a dreamer. NFB. ]]