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It's finally technically fall, though it hasn't much felt like it of late, the last sticky vestiges of summer seemingly determined to keep hold for as long as possible. Still, Chrissy can appreciate the fact that at least it's been quieter out on the boardwalk as a result, school being back in session and the weather not being quite as hot holding some of the usual crowds at bay. Today it's a little nicer, anyway, with grey clouds overhead and scattered showers throughout the afternoon, weather that makes her feel like she can breathe a bit easier. She needs that lately. There's no getting around the fact that it's been a difficult few months, in the wake of Eddie being turned into a vampire and all of the ways her life has changed as a result. She's been trying hard to keep everything together, juggling her day job with a newly nocturnal boyfriend, doing whatever she can to maintain some semblance of normalcy. If that sometimes means she goes a couple days without sleeping and tends to eat even less often than she sleeps, well, that's not entirely new for her. She knows how to run on fumes while plastering on a smile and saying she's fine. She is fine. Of course she's fine, because there isn't any alternative but to keep telling herself that. And while it hasn't escaped her notice that a few of her friends sometimes look at her with concern in their eyes, it just makes her all the more determined to soldier on. She'll get used to it.

Granted, she's been telling herself that for a while now, longer than she would have expected to be. She stands by it even so, despite the building knot of anxiety in her chest and the little voice in the back of her head that's been slowly getting louder, saying that something has to give eventually.

When something does give, it's entirely without fanfare — just a typical weekday afternoon, nothing any different than it has been for the last weeks on end. Chrissy is heading home from work, en route to the bus stop nearest the block of the boardwalk where she works. While she used to just walk, this has become more typical for her, at least when she feels like she does now, a little lightheaded, tired from being awake for almost two full days and spending a whole shift on her feet. More than a little lightheaded, as it turns out. The overcast sky means that it isn't very bright, but her vision starts to turn white around the edges as her head spins and she stumbles a step. Just a little further, she tells herself, and she can sit at the bus stop until the bus comes.

She doesn't get there. The next thing Chrissy knows, she's on the sidewalk by the bus stop, a few people crouched around her, someone's backpack under her head. One person is on their cell phone, calling for an ambulance; Chrissy opens her mouth to protest but finds that she doesn't quite have the strength. From what the small group of people tells her, she fainted just before she could sit down, mercifully not hitting her head on cement. Not knowing what else to do, they'd called for help. She can't tell whether to be grateful or devastated, winding up somewhere in between.

Things happen quickly after that, all a blur. EMTs arrive, check her vitals, and say she should come in to have more tests done, and she lets them transport her, mostly because she doesn't want them to have wasted the trip, even though she kind of thinks they did. She dozes off intermittently, but sends texts to Eddie and some of her friends when she can: hey i'm at the hospital. i'm okay! apparently passed out or something after leaving work and freaked some people out. don't want you to worry but will keep you posted. Having determined that she's dehydrated, among other things, they give her an IV and a bed.

Only when a concerned-looking nurse comes in and lets her know that a psychiatrist will be in to talk to her soon does the weight of everything start catching up to her. Maybe it's time to admit that she isn't so fine after all. That, in some ways, she hasn't been for a long time.

[ Timed to Wednesday afternoon into evening. Chrissy is having an inevitable little breakdown with some of her mental health shit finally coming to a head. I have plans for her to actually get some help after this, but for now, feel free to tag her at any point during this post. Friends are especially welcome, but strangers are totally fine, too. Feel free to hit me up with any questions. Open until this says otherwise. ]

MEME: Five Things

Sep. 24th, 2025 02:13 pm
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Make a list of five things your pup would like to say to five different people - but don't mention their names. The messages don't have to be secrets.

This isn't limited to current characters within the city limits - feel free to include the ones currently on reserve or pups back home. Other pups are allowed to comment with a guess if they think they recognize themselves. Nothing counts IG, though.

[meme] test drive

Sep. 14th, 2025 10:03 pm
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September Test Drive is here!

Tag into this post with characters you're thinking of apping to the game (characters who are not currently in-game or currently reserved by someone else). It can be just a tag, a brief EP, whatever you want. You can be new to the game, or simply want to test out a fresh pup. Tag each other with these characters or those already in game, and have fun.

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Sep. 14th, 2025 01:34 pm
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There’s a quaint wooden wagon in Petros Park.

Nobody really knows who owns it or where it came from. It has a pitched roof and tiny windows and a ramp leading up through the door, and it’s attached by a hitch to a small hatchback car, which has driven a short way onto the grass of the park by one of the walking paths to allow the wagon to be nice and visible to anyone and everyone walking. It parked there early in the morning on Saturday, and it stays there until late in the evening Sunday.

The exterior of the wagon is painted in cheerful colors and decorated with hanging planters; there’s a table set under an awning that extends from the wagon’s side, on which a selection of books rests to draw the eye. A sign above the door reads Tiny Bookshop: Used and Rare Volumes in a carefully carved script. The interior of the wagon is a bit cramped, with shelves against the walls filled with rows upon rows of all manner of books; some even seem to be unpublished manuscripts, hand-bound with care. A counter with a register hides boxes of what is probably more books, and a cat lays on a shelf above one of the windows, tail flicking.

Its arrival Saturday morning seems to have prompted other booksellers to the same purpose. WIthin a few hours, tables with pop-up canopies are set up, each with stacks and boxes and stands of books of their own. Some are well-loved, dog-eared and crack-spined. Some are so new they creak when they’re opened. Many have names or messages scrawled in the front cover or title pages; some are even signed by the author. Perhaps a rare or coveted first edition is among these shelves?

When the tiny bookshop and the other tables begin to draw a crowd, food vendors arrive as well, ready to capitalize on the chance to sell wares of their own: hotdogs, burritos, kebabs, empanadas. There isn’t a specific theme except one: easily held one-handed. How else can you buy and read books, after all, if you’re eating with both hands?

Into the evening Saturday night, as the sun sets and after, lanterns are placed out to encourage the city’s nocturnal denizens to partake. Some canopies have built-in stringlights that invite a sense of whimsy to the space, lighting the tables beneath in a gentle, sometimes twinkling glow.

And by Sunday night, the wagon is packed back up and the hatchback trundles out of the park and away, leaving the tables and food vendors behind with the thinning crowd.

[ Bookfair gathering! Inspired by the video game Tiny Bookshop, bc I found it incredibly wholesome and cute. It’s timed for the entire weekend, with plenty of opportunity for nocturnal pups, too! Tag in, tag each other, tag around and have fun! Open for as long as it needs to be (aka forever!) ]

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