17 September 2012 @ 02:21 am
fourth waxing crescent ☾  
[action - 1485 Kramden]

[Remus, like many others in the past week or so, has received a package in the mail. It's the first time this has ever happened to him, so he's wide-eyed and apprehensive as he tears open the brown paper packaging and lifts the lid to find--


Nothing but a sudden, sinking feeling in his chest.

[phone - open]

So tell me. Has anyone ever received an empty package in the mail?
25 August 2012 @ 12:00 am
third half moon ☾  
[action - 1485 Kramden]

[Remus has been spending the better part of the day pushing his hand through the surface of the dining room table, and pulling it out again. It's not that he's any stranger to unusual things happening, but this is certainly new and exciting and just a little bit pants-shittingly terrifying. What's harder to ignore is the way Dronemum -- in a tone of obsessive distress -- asks him repeatedly what he's done with her refrigerator (she can't find it anywhere) as she crashes backwards into the countertops in the kitchen like some misplaced insect.

He can only block that out for so long, though.

[action - Makeout Point]

[Say what one would about the usual activities of this particular spot, it's certainly a nice quiet place to do a bit of thinking. The view doesn't hurt either. Borrowed book open in his lap, Remus is valiantly attempting and brilliantly failing to focus on something other than this utter strangeness. But he's read the same line over and over again without a hint of it sinking in, and this is becoming nearly as frustrating as trying to get anything done back at the house.]
30 July 2012 @ 08:42 pm
second waning gibbous ☾  
[action - 1485 Kramden]

[Honestly, those sword-fighting "lessons" with Crown had been far less "lessons" and much closer to "beating Remus' face in with a piece of wood." The day following had found him laying very, very still on the couch and rather wishing he were dead. Now, he's simply approaching everything quite gingerly.

Going about his daily life in excruciating pain. My, but this feels familiar. Perhaps he's simply a glutton for punishment.

Reasoning that perhaps it won't be quite so bad if he binds it, Remus has left the bathroom door cracked, and -- shirt abandoned on the floor -- is trying to work out the best method of wrapping ace bandage around all of the bruises on his badly-mottled torso. Most of his ribs and abdomen are an angry purple bruise at this point, but the shirts hide it well.

When he hears the front door, he pokes his head out of the bathroom.

Lily? Is that you?

[action - library; later]

[Torso properly bound, Remus feels far more confident in his ability to venture out into public. Granted, cycling to the library isn't exactly comfortable, but he contents himself with the knowledge that he'll be able to barricade himself in an armchair with a stack of books when he arrives.

And that is precisely what he does.
12 July 2012 @ 08:00 pm
first full moon ☾  
[phone - open]

That's not precisely how I expected to wake up yesterday, but all things considered, it could be worse.

Well then, introductions, I suppose. Best as I can manage, at least. My name is Remus, and I assure you that I am a completely uninteresting human being. So uninteresting, I can't rightly think how to introduce myself, apparently.

[sigh] I always was crap at this.

I'm still-- still trying to work everything out here, so if someone would be so kind as to entertain a few questions? I realize we're all relatively in the dark here, but...

Ah, never mind.