[identity profile] lei-miao-shan.livejournal.com
[Late afternoon, Wednesday, September 24, Follow Me Boy]
[Day 486]


It was Wanda who came to tell me, shortly after the world came back to itself, and dragons ceased to twist in the golden light of the sky. We all weathered the storm as best we could here, and we did so well, but then Wanda came to our door. She came and she told me that Lucien was dead.

I thanked her, quietly. I asked if she and her child were well, and expressed my gladness that they were, and then I sent her on her way.

Sophie was told to cover all of the mirrors, to drape my goddesses in sheets. I closed our doors, I burned incense, and I wept. I wept for a very long time. Perhaps our relationship had ended, but I loved Lucien. I loved his warmth and his laughter, his compassion and his fury. I do not regret what he and I had, and I treasured him among all of my friends. I loved him, and I will miss him.

I burn incense for his soul. I kneel at my altar. I pray that we will meet again in another life, that we will know each other, that I will see his eyes sparkling and hear his deep laughter again.

Zài jiàn Lucien, my lover, my friend, my beautiful doctor. I love you.

[CLOSED]
[identity profile] westin-sagert.livejournal.com
[Pre-dawn darkness, Thursday, August 4 (day 431)]
[Interrupted when returning from the Whitechapel]


The pain is really quite astounding. I hear a garbled sobbing and persist in reading those words into it. Like wind in the trees, water dribbling onto stone, breath over broken teeth. You could hear anything in it, you could...

The world seems quite gray, for a long moment, and when it passes the surface I am leaning--laying?--upon is beginning to dry, and there is a dull tackiness when I try and move away. I manage, eventually, but it is more of a roll than anything else. It is slightly easier to breathe, now, though. I can see something ahead, the patterned gleam of light on cobbles, and when I try to focus the curves and shadows boil up and break apart and I vomit and the pain--

Pieces, inside, raw and tearing--like fruit in a bag of broken crockery, shaken and split. I think I have had something quite horrible happen to me. The mutter of words, or of something close to them, or only a memory. The sobbing.

I don't remember where I was going. Someone, please...

The pain is really...

[Open]
[identity profile] glass-beddau.livejournal.com
[Early afternoon of Sunday, June 25 (day 420)]
[The Sacred Whore]


Odd t'be coming here and not looking for Dorian. Mind, if I was looking for Dorian, guess I'd be having poor luck, so I'm not after complaining over strangeness rather than disappointment. Particular not as I've the chance of having open arms and free hands, today. Though if he was about, sure I'd never hear the end of that, either of being about and walking or of not being near my child--

Oh, hell with this, and to the matter at hand. Push open the door and step inside.

"Damien? You about?"

[Open to Damien and Miao]
[identity profile] sapphira-ststep.livejournal.com
[Afternoon of Monday, June 7 (day 372)]
[Down on the Pontarlier]


...well I was certainly not expecting this, I must say.

I could wonder, or I could fuss, but it comes to me that when such weather strikes, some actions are more appropriate than others. So I dress as warmly as I need to, find something appropriate to wear (shaped and painted leather, the colours of warm oak and berries, and thin brass tags at one temple), and set out to town. The air smells of evergreen and snow, and is full of the squeaking crunch of snow under boots and slightly confused laughter. I make my way through a light peppering of snowballs in the park, and head down to the river.

I wouldn't think it was cold enough to freeze, but the ice seems quite solid. Someone is sharing out or selling mulled cider; I'm not exactly sure as I didn't actually speak to them, but a young woman handed me her cup when a friend called her over, and it's very good.

I don't have skates, but I head out onto the ice, take a few quick steps for speed, and manage not to lose my balance or bang into anyone. The tags on my mask are jingling a little, and I'm laughing as I go sliding out across the Pontarlier.

Vive le vent, vive le vent,
Vive le vemps d'hiver...


[Open! (don't slip)]
[identity profile] sapphira-ststep.livejournal.com
[Afternoon of Monday, June 7 (day 372)]
[Down on the Pontarlier]


...well I was certainly not expecting this, I must say.

I could wonder, or I could fuss, but it comes to me that when such weather strikes, some actions are more appropriate than others. So I dress as warmly as I need to, find something appropriate to wear (shaped and painted leather, the colours of warm oak and berries, and thin brass tags at one temple), and set out to town. The air smells of evergreen and snow, and is full of the squeaking crunch of snow under boots and slightly confused laughter. I make my way through a light peppering of snowballs in the park, and head down to the river.

I wouldn't think it was cold enough to freeze, but the ice seems quite solid. Someone is sharing out or selling mulled cider; I'm not exactly sure as I didn't actually speak to them, but a young woman handed me her cup when a friend called her over, and it's very good.

I don't have skates, but I head out onto the ice, take a few quick steps for speed, and manage not to lose my balance or bang into anyone. The tags on my mask are jingling a little, and I'm laughing as I go sliding out across the Pontarlier.

Vive le vent, vive le vent,
Vive le vemps d'hiver...


[Open! (don't slip)]
[identity profile] lei-miao-shan.livejournal.com
{Noontime, Wednesday June 2nd, day 367}
[The Miskatonic]


Mrs. Danvers sent a message this morning that she was ill and would not be able to come in to work today. I sent one in return wishing her well, and arranged to have flowers delivered to her home. She has been such a kind, conscientious employee, and she has taken such good care of everyone here, she has more than earned a rest.

I could have stayed home, I suppose...there is food enough in the kitchen, much of which requires little or no cooking. But these days I have so few opportunities to leave home, it seemed a shame to waste today. So, despite the ominous sky, I left around 11:30 to walk to the cafe. Some tea, I think, and some warm lunch, and the chance to enjoy both while watching the folk on the street...these things will make the whole of the day seem brighter.

I arrive at the cafe, and I hang my coat, and Tulzcha shows me to a table by the window. The rain is beginning to patter against the glass, but here with a warm mug of tea and the smell of good food all around me, it seems very warm indeed.


[OPEN to Glass, Nu, and anyone else who feels like stopping by]
[identity profile] lei-miao-shan.livejournal.com
{Noontime, Wednesday June 2nd, day 367}
[The Miskatonic]


Mrs. Danvers sent a message this morning that she was ill and would not be able to come in to work today. I sent one in return wishing her well, and arranged to have flowers delivered to her home. She has been such a kind, conscientious employee, and she has taken such good care of everyone here, she has more than earned a rest.

I could have stayed home, I suppose...there is food enough in the kitchen, much of which requires little or no cooking. But these days I have so few opportunities to leave home, it seemed a shame to waste today. So, despite the ominous sky, I left around 11:30 to walk to the cafe. Some tea, I think, and some warm lunch, and the chance to enjoy both while watching the folk on the street...these things will make the whole of the day seem brighter.

I arrive at the cafe, and I hang my coat, and Tulzcha shows me to a table by the window. The rain is beginning to patter against the glass, but here with a warm mug of tea and the smell of good food all around me, it seems very warm indeed.


[OPEN to Glass, Nu, and anyone else who feels like stopping by]
[identity profile] mistresswanda.livejournal.com
The Dormouse Tuesday, May 18th
Lunchtime


It's one of those busy days in the shoppe, where Romana is harried enough that I finally pass Rose off to Mrs. Van Meter-Boudreaux so I may jump in and keep things moving.  Funny, I can't recall the shoppe being so busy on a Tuesday morning.   It seems most of my regulars are here, and talking excitedly, but I am too busy to pay what's going on around me much attention.

"You look tired, Miss Wanda.  Rose keep you up last night?"  Romana asks as she comes into the kitchen for another batch of finger sandwiches.  No, she did not, but I am not really minded to disclose that I was up half the night staring at the walls and feeling lonely.  "The house was creaking last night, and I couldn't settle for a while."  I lie easily, arranging the sandwiches on a tray for her.

"Bet you'll be glad when Mr. Whitman's home, and you're not here on your lonesome with Rose."  Romana says, taking the tray and returning to the tea room.  My smile slips the second her back is turned, and once I am alone, I sit down cradle my head in my hands.  "I wish Kent Whitman would come home.  The Kent I knew before..."

The sound of the door out front bursting open and Mrs. Esterly's voice snaps me out of my wishful mood.  I shudder, not knowing why and I get up to see what all the noise is about.  Tommi's out there, in her hat, waving a letter about and just about as excited as I've ever seen her.

"Nellie!  Nellie!  Oh it's wonderful!"  She exclaims, dropping into the chair next to her friend and stealing her cup of tea, downing it quickly.  Mrs Van Meter-Boudreaux arches her eyebrow but holds her tongue and passes Rose back to me.  "Callie wrote me!  She's pregnant!  Finally after all these years of trying!  My little girls gonna be a mother!  I'm gonna be a grandmother!"  Tommi's so overjoyed there are tears in her eyes.  There's a happy round of congratulations, and Nellie goes so far as to lean over and hug her friend.

"That settles it, in honour of Mrs. Esterly's growing family, lunch is on me today."  I annouce.  Sharing in Tommi's good fortune seems to snap me right out of my useless, melancholic wishing, and I pass Rose to her, telling her she can practice her doting on my daughter.

OPEN
[identity profile] mistresswanda.livejournal.com
The Dormouse Tuesday, May 18th
Lunchtime


It's one of those busy days in the shoppe, where Romana is harried enough that I finally pass Rose off to Mrs. Van Meter-Boudreaux so I may jump in and keep things moving.  Funny, I can't recall the shoppe being so busy on a Tuesday morning.   It seems most of my regulars are here, and talking excitedly, but I am too busy to pay what's going on around me much attention.

"You look tired, Miss Wanda.  Rose keep you up last night?"  Romana asks as she comes into the kitchen for another batch of finger sandwiches.  No, she did not, but I am not really minded to disclose that I was up half the night staring at the walls and feeling lonely.  "The house was creaking last night, and I couldn't settle for a while."  I lie easily, arranging the sandwiches on a tray for her.

"Bet you'll be glad when Mr. Whitman's home, and you're not here on your lonesome with Rose."  Romana says, taking the tray and returning to the tea room.  My smile slips the second her back is turned, and once I am alone, I sit down cradle my head in my hands.  "I wish Kent Whitman would come home.  The Kent I knew before..."

The sound of the door out front bursting open and Mrs. Esterly's voice snaps me out of my wishful mood.  I shudder, not knowing why and I get up to see what all the noise is about.  Tommi's out there, in her hat, waving a letter about and just about as excited as I've ever seen her.

"Nellie!  Nellie!  Oh it's wonderful!"  She exclaims, dropping into the chair next to her friend and stealing her cup of tea, downing it quickly.  Mrs Van Meter-Boudreaux arches her eyebrow but holds her tongue and passes Rose back to me.  "Callie wrote me!  She's pregnant!  Finally after all these years of trying!  My little girls gonna be a mother!  I'm gonna be a grandmother!"  Tommi's so overjoyed there are tears in her eyes.  There's a happy round of congratulations, and Nellie goes so far as to lean over and hug her friend.

"That settles it, in honour of Mrs. Esterly's growing family, lunch is on me today."  I annouce.  Sharing in Tommi's good fortune seems to snap me right out of my useless, melancholic wishing, and I pass Rose to her, telling her she can practice her doting on my daughter.

OPEN
[identity profile] kateohara.livejournal.com
Continued from here.

Dorian returns to town on a rainy day, and literally bumps into Kate - and then Wanda and Rose. Rather wrongfooted but charmed by the baby, Dorian offers them shelter in his store. Kate ends up trying on a dress, and then Miao arrives looking for something new to wear...


Dorian juggles the baby and the fabric and does it with surprising ease. I never expected him to look comfortable with an infant, I must say.

"I say tomorrow evening? I don't think Winnie or Damien would have taken orders for alteration with me out of town, so you'll be all I have." I blink, and he rushes on. "So to speak."

"Oh, well, don't - you don't need to rush to do it," I say. I wish I felt less flustered. "It's not as if I know when I'm even going to get to wear the thing, so if you need a few days to get settled back in..."
[identity profile] kateohara.livejournal.com
Continued from here.

Dorian returns to town on a rainy day, and literally bumps into Kate - and then Wanda and Rose. Rather wrongfooted but charmed by the baby, Dorian offers them shelter in his store. Kate ends up trying on a dress, and then Miao arrives looking for something new to wear...


Dorian juggles the baby and the fabric and does it with surprising ease. I never expected him to look comfortable with an infant, I must say.

"I say tomorrow evening? I don't think Winnie or Damien would have taken orders for alteration with me out of town, so you'll be all I have." I blink, and he rushes on. "So to speak."

"Oh, well, don't - you don't need to rush to do it," I say. I wish I felt less flustered. "It's not as if I know when I'm even going to get to wear the thing, so if you need a few days to get settled back in..."
[identity profile] dorian-excolo.livejournal.com
[Thursday, May 13th (Day 347)]
[Mid-afternoon, Silk Road]

I have no clue as to what I'm doing here.

To the point, I know very well why I've returned and I'm not exactly thrilled with it. How to go about it seems as foreign as the moon - like touching the moon, yes - and it's not something I'm altogether good at.

I don't like doing things I'm not good at. It's no fun at all.

The carriage left me at the stables, resting horses or something equally unimportant, and it's for the best. I didn't take anything at all with me, beyond a bit of money, and for all the wandering through shops I only picked up a handful of things to bring back. It's not so much to carry, really. And, if I'm honest with myself here - I don't like doing that, either - I wasn't exactly keen on pulling up directly in front of the shop.

Something about when to make an entrance and when to avoid it.

The shop will need seeing to, at least, and that'll take the rest of the day. If not longer. Yes, that alone could take a good long while. Then there's shopping to be done, I'm sure there's nothing to eat in the house and I'm half-starved. Of course, that would require going out, to the general store, and I've been on the road for days. It simply wouldn't be right, to ask me to go back out there so soon. I'll have Winnie do it.

My mind is on these things, very important things that have nothing to do with anything at all, when I realize I've nearly walked into someone on the street. "Ah, excuse me," I say with a reflexive sort of smile, turning around.

[Open!]
[identity profile] dorian-excolo.livejournal.com
[Thursday, May 13th (Day 347)]
[Mid-afternoon, Silk Road]

I have no clue as to what I'm doing here.

To the point, I know very well why I've returned and I'm not exactly thrilled with it. How to go about it seems as foreign as the moon - like touching the moon, yes - and it's not something I'm altogether good at.

I don't like doing things I'm not good at. It's no fun at all.

The carriage left me at the stables, resting horses or something equally unimportant, and it's for the best. I didn't take anything at all with me, beyond a bit of money, and for all the wandering through shops I only picked up a handful of things to bring back. It's not so much to carry, really. And, if I'm honest with myself here - I don't like doing that, either - I wasn't exactly keen on pulling up directly in front of the shop.

Something about when to make an entrance and when to avoid it.

The shop will need seeing to, at least, and that'll take the rest of the day. If not longer. Yes, that alone could take a good long while. Then there's shopping to be done, I'm sure there's nothing to eat in the house and I'm half-starved. Of course, that would require going out, to the general store, and I've been on the road for days. It simply wouldn't be right, to ask me to go back out there so soon. I'll have Winnie do it.

My mind is on these things, very important things that have nothing to do with anything at all, when I realize I've nearly walked into someone on the street. "Ah, excuse me," I say with a reflexive sort of smile, turning around.

[Open!]
[identity profile] goddessnanshe.livejournal.com
Morning of Monday, 3rd May
The Boy


It has been a strange time, living at the abbey, but better for me than the carnival, I think, grateful though I am to Syl for her hospitality. The peaceful industry of the place has helped me grow calm again. Calm, and determined to find a way back to what I was, so I can once again be what I should be to this community of good people.

Nanse-kam told me about his meeting with Miao, and I am very sorry I had not realised she'd carried her wound into the waking world. Such things happen rarely, but it should have occurred to me that it might have done in this case.

I have been wearing abbey robes, but I think that would look strange at the brothel, so I wear a sari that Nanse-kam kindly bought for me at the market. The drapes remind me of the robes I used to wear long ago, and it seems respectful to wear pretty clothes when visiting a friend.

The house is quiet when I arrive, and the receptionist tells me they're not yet open for business.

"It's just a friendly visit," I say. "If Miss Lei is available, tell her an old friend is here to see her." I give the name Noma, because that is what I'm using in town. My face isn't at all like the one Miao has seen, but I wonder how long it will take for her to recognise me. She's perceptive, after all.

[open to Miao]
[identity profile] goddessnanshe.livejournal.com
Morning of Monday, 3rd May
The Boy


It has been a strange time, living at the abbey, but better for me than the carnival, I think, grateful though I am to Syl for her hospitality. The peaceful industry of the place has helped me grow calm again. Calm, and determined to find a way back to what I was, so I can once again be what I should be to this community of good people.

Nanse-kam told me about his meeting with Miao, and I am very sorry I had not realised she'd carried her wound into the waking world. Such things happen rarely, but it should have occurred to me that it might have done in this case.

I have been wearing abbey robes, but I think that would look strange at the brothel, so I wear a sari that Nanse-kam kindly bought for me at the market. The drapes remind me of the robes I used to wear long ago, and it seems respectful to wear pretty clothes when visiting a friend.

The house is quiet when I arrive, and the receptionist tells me they're not yet open for business.

"It's just a friendly visit," I say. "If Miss Lei is available, tell her an old friend is here to see her." I give the name Noma, because that is what I'm using in town. My face isn't at all like the one Miao has seen, but I wonder how long it will take for her to recognise me. She's perceptive, after all.

[open to Miao]
[identity profile] nansekam.livejournal.com
Afternoon of Friday, April 30th.
The Abbey


Nothing like finding out your god's walking among you to shake you up, bloody hell. Nearly had a heart attack when Nanshe came to me. When she told me who she was I didn't doubt it, not for a minute, even though it was incredible. Cos I knew her. Told Ash about it, cos he's my Abbot. Had to do that. But no one else knows. She's living with us here as Noma. Keep worrying that people are going to recognise her. Have heard more than one person say she seems familiar. But it seems alright so far. I keep going back and forth with whether people should be told. But Nanshe is insistent it's better they don't, and I do what she says.

Raises a lot of questions, when your god's wandering around. How things fit together. It's almost - embarrassing, cos I've shared so much with her in the past, and now she's here, living and breathing and talking, and I know she knows more about me than anyone else and... yeah. It's hard, cos when I look at her I see a woman first, then my god, and the first part makes it uncomfortable. I know it frustrates her, too, being this way, and I want to help. Not sure how yet, though.

Rainy day today, but I'm still out training in the yard, cos it's not like if I ever need to fight it's guaranteed to be dry. Besides, discipline helps me at the moment.

[closed]
[identity profile] nansekam.livejournal.com
Afternoon of Friday, April 30th.
The Abbey


Nothing like finding out your god's walking among you to shake you up, bloody hell. Nearly had a heart attack when Nanshe came to me. When she told me who she was I didn't doubt it, not for a minute, even though it was incredible. Cos I knew her. Told Ash about it, cos he's my Abbot. Had to do that. But no one else knows. She's living with us here as Noma. Keep worrying that people are going to recognise her. Have heard more than one person say she seems familiar. But it seems alright so far. I keep going back and forth with whether people should be told. But Nanshe is insistent it's better they don't, and I do what she says.

Raises a lot of questions, when your god's wandering around. How things fit together. It's almost - embarrassing, cos I've shared so much with her in the past, and now she's here, living and breathing and talking, and I know she knows more about me than anyone else and... yeah. It's hard, cos when I look at her I see a woman first, then my god, and the first part makes it uncomfortable. I know it frustrates her, too, being this way, and I want to help. Not sure how yet, though.

Rainy day today, but I'm still out training in the yard, cos it's not like if I ever need to fight it's guaranteed to be dry. Besides, discipline helps me at the moment.

[closed]
[identity profile] docconstantine.livejournal.com


Tuesday, April 20th
Early afternoon, The Follow Me Boy

Another grey day is stretching out it's legs, making itself comfortable like an unwelcome visitor.  I could bury myself in my office, shuffling charts from one pile to another...

but instead, I close the office and head down Silk to The 'Boy.  I can't put this off any longer, and more to the point, I don't want to.  I want to see Miao.  I will not be shoo'ed away by Mrs. Danvers  this time; I won't leave a note, or try back later.  I rather hope Jarmyn isn't there.  I really don't need his shit today, but if he is, it will be what it will be.  The couches in the lobby are comfortable, I'll just park myself on one until she agree's to talk to me.  Or yell at me.  Or hate me.  Or tell me to go to hell.  Probably deserve it, but I'd like to hear it from her, to know instead of this horrible dangling in the wind and waiting. 

Reach the steps to The Boy, and take a moment to straighten my tie, take a deep breath, and touch the necklace in my pocket.  Recall Wanda's advice to nut up or shut up, and ascend the stairs.  Ring the bell and Mrs. Danvers rings me in.  She smiles sympathetically and starts to say something about Miao being indisposed, and I give her a big smile back.  "That's okay, I've got the rest of the day off, so I'll wait this time."  I say cheerfully, although not feeling cheerful at all.  Give the sweet woman a peck on the cheek, then drop myself on a couch and make myself comfortable before she can protest.

Wonder how long she'll leave me sit here, half sick with anxiety?

(Open to Miao)


[identity profile] docconstantine.livejournal.com


Tuesday, April 20th
Early afternoon, The Follow Me Boy

Another grey day is stretching out it's legs, making itself comfortable like an unwelcome visitor.  I could bury myself in my office, shuffling charts from one pile to another...

but instead, I close the office and head down Silk to The 'Boy.  I can't put this off any longer, and more to the point, I don't want to.  I want to see Miao.  I will not be shoo'ed away by Mrs. Danvers  this time; I won't leave a note, or try back later.  I rather hope Jarmyn isn't there.  I really don't need his shit today, but if he is, it will be what it will be.  The couches in the lobby are comfortable, I'll just park myself on one until she agree's to talk to me.  Or yell at me.  Or hate me.  Or tell me to go to hell.  Probably deserve it, but I'd like to hear it from her, to know instead of this horrible dangling in the wind and waiting. 

Reach the steps to The Boy, and take a moment to straighten my tie, take a deep breath, and touch the necklace in my pocket.  Recall Wanda's advice to nut up or shut up, and ascend the stairs.  Ring the bell and Mrs. Danvers rings me in.  She smiles sympathetically and starts to say something about Miao being indisposed, and I give her a big smile back.  "That's okay, I've got the rest of the day off, so I'll wait this time."  I say cheerfully, although not feeling cheerful at all.  Give the sweet woman a peck on the cheek, then drop myself on a couch and make myself comfortable before she can protest.

Wonder how long she'll leave me sit here, half sick with anxiety?

(Open to Miao)


[identity profile] jaeresteade.livejournal.com
Day 320, April 16th
Wee hours of Friday morning
The parlor of the Follow Me Boy


 
Always feel like yelling at people when I have to throw them out, but that’d be rude, I guess. Not in keeping with the tone of the house. Miao wouldn’t like it, I think. She’s been distant lately, staying at her desk wrapped up in a shawl when I’ve been here, which has only been a couple days the past two weeks.

 I’ve managed to get this guy out of Adonis’s room and down the stairs, during which time he managed to punch me in the face and bite my ear. He’s angry, and now that I’ve got his arms pinned he has plenty of things to say about my family and who they sleep with and who I sleep with and how I like to do it. I’ve heard worse, but I wish he’d stop shouting in my ear.

 I’ve seen him at the Whitechapel before, I think, and maybe he got drunk over there before he came here. He didn’t look or smell drunk when he came in, though. Just a country boy who decided he might try going to bed with a man and then decided real quick that he didn’t like it and got angry. Wasn’t Adonis’ fault, either, because he knows his business. Really glad he didn’t get hurt before I could get there. Just have to get this fellow out the back door, which opening is proving difficult, but I manage it eventually, and one elbow to my stomach later, I’m hoisting him out. I lock it behind him and then lean against it, though it doesn’t sound like he’s trying to get back in.

This shouldn’t have happened. I should have noticed sooner that he was trouble. I guess I’ve been distracted lately, worrying about Tarquin and trying to keep things running smoothly with Verite. Still, this is work. I walk back through the house to the parlor, one hand to my cheek, which is bleeding a little. Miao’s there, like usual. “Sorry about that,” I tell her, and mean it. “Everything’s all right upstairs now.” I think maybe her feet have been hurting her, and I don’t want her feeling she has to go all the way upstairs to check on things.

 
[OPEN to Miao]
[CLOSED]

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