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"One of the very nicest things about life is the way we must regularly stop whatever it is we are doing and devote our attention to eating."


Day 112, Sunday September 20th
Early Afternoon
Just east of the bridge, north of the road

Been a long time coming together, this. Still not sure why I said I'd do it. Gesture to Hope and Faith, at first. Then a way to keep peace between the town and the cigani. But where do I fall there? Not cigani for sure. For all the confidences some have shared with me, I'm not part of their family. Towsfolk? Well. Friends there, though thinking of it, I'm friendly with as many from the Carnival. Working in Excolo, but I could still leave. Part of me wants to keep moving. But I remember what the twins said, how I might help. Know from my dreams how bad it could be.

So. Neither townsfolk nor travelling-folk. Pause my thoughts to take a drink. I've got the wood piled up right, sod cut and set aside. Spits are set up, just not hammered in. Need to set up the big iron grill under them, so the fat dripping off the spits keeps the meat on the grill warm. Got a lot of meat in the handcart. Cask of fresh water, a few treats. Hope Verdandi from the Tavern comes by, but we'll be fine if she doesn't. Finish my break and go back to work.

Doesn't take long before I'm done. Glad of the coolness in the air. I put a jacket on, at least for now. Don't want to get a chill. Fire'll warm it up some. Got my leather apron for when the cooking starts. Hope people show up. Hope certain people don't show up. Ah, well. Any trouble and I'll appeal to their better natures. Though makes me grin.

[Open to people mentioned in OOC]

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[simon-klavec.livejournal.com]

"One of the very nicest things about life is the way we must regularly stop whatever it is we are doing and devote our attention to eating."


Day 112, Sunday September 20th
Early Afternoon
Just east of the bridge, north of the road

Been a long time coming together, this. Still not sure why I said I'd do it. Gesture to Hope and Faith, at first. Then a way to keep peace between the town and the cigani. But where do I fall there? Not cigani for sure. For all the confidences some have shared with me, I'm not part of their family. Towsfolk? Well. Friends there, though thinking of it, I'm friendly with as many from the Carnival. Working in Excolo, but I could still leave. Part of me wants to keep moving. But I remember what the twins said, how I might help. Know from my dreams how bad it could be.

So. Neither townsfolk nor travelling-folk. Pause my thoughts to take a drink. I've got the wood piled up right, sod cut and set aside. Spits are set up, just not hammered in. Need to set up the big iron grill under them, so the fat dripping off the spits keeps the meat on the grill warm. Got a lot of meat in the handcart. Cask of fresh water, a few treats. Hope Verdandi from the Tavern comes by, but we'll be fine if she doesn't. Finish my break and go back to work.

Doesn't take long before I'm done. Glad of the coolness in the air. I put a jacket on, at least for now. Don't want to get a chill. Fire'll warm it up some. Got my leather apron for when the cooking starts. Hope people show up. Hope certain people don't show up. Ah, well. Any trouble and I'll appeal to their better natures. Though makes me grin.

[Open to people mentioned in OOC]

You can choose your friends; you can't choose your family

[john-thiess.livejournal.com]

Day 112, Sunday September 20th
Quiet time on the day of rest
The Thiess Farm

Tess and I rode out 'a Excolo Saturday, just after breakfast. I ain't bin home fer near on two months now. 'S weird t'think on it. I dint realize how much I was missin' it 'till Tess came by and said it were time we went back. I ain't bin t'Sunday services in forever, 'n she needed t'go bring some stuff back. And, yeah. I ought t'see Ma 'n Pa, 'n Billy 'n Mary 'n even Paul. I always felt kinda distant from the family. Even more 'n Tess. I figured it for the wolf. Fer all that they're pack animals, spendin' time as one sets you apart.

We left early Saturday 'cause we dint want t'get caught up out after dark. There's bin sounds out in the woods, 'n shapes, and dead things. I know what it is. So does Tess. She said she did a quick look, in water 'n smoke, and it left her white. So we left in the mornin'. 'Rode' ain't quite right. She rode Delilah, and I ran alongside the road. Delilah's gettin' on in years and ain't really up t'carryin' double. I kept close, 'cause even if I dunt think he's 'round much in the day, I ain't riskin' him smellin' me out and comin', and seein' Tess.

We got in past noon. The other men was out in the field, and Ma 'n Mary was bustlin' 'bout the yard 'n the kitchen. Always plenty t'do. Ma grabbed me up 'n cried a bit, which made me feel kinda bad. She gave me trouble fer not writin', either. Tess stayed back, 'n I went out t'the field. Pa was glad t'see me too, even if he dunt show it. Billy was nice, only it's hard t'tell sometimes if he's feelin' what you think. Always kinda dreamy, him. And Paul hardly spoke a word t'me. Guess he's jealous I bin spendin' so much time in town.

We had a big dinner. I got out 'a the habit 'a eatin' so much as I ought, cookin' fer myself. We did up food fer today, 'cause Sunday's not fer workin'. By the time it was dark we was all sittin' in the parlour, drowsin' and listenin' t'Mary readin' out one 'a the family stories, 'bout how great-great-great-great Grandpa and his kin brought down the Great Fenris-wolf, who was let out 'a his chains by the Devil. It's got bits 'a cunnin', and bits 'a fightin'. After that we all went t'bed. Early t'bed, 'early t'rise.

And now I'm gettin' up, in my own bed, listenin' t'the cock crow. I gotta wash, and then it's time fer services.

[Open to Tess and the Thiess family]

You can choose your friends; you can't choose your family

[john-thiess.livejournal.com]

Day 112, Sunday September 20th
Quiet time on the day of rest
The Thiess Farm

Tess and I rode out 'a Excolo Saturday, just after breakfast. I ain't bin home fer near on two months now. 'S weird t'think on it. I dint realize how much I was missin' it 'till Tess came by and said it were time we went back. I ain't bin t'Sunday services in forever, 'n she needed t'go bring some stuff back. And, yeah. I ought t'see Ma 'n Pa, 'n Billy 'n Mary 'n even Paul. I always felt kinda distant from the family. Even more 'n Tess. I figured it for the wolf. Fer all that they're pack animals, spendin' time as one sets you apart.

We left early Saturday 'cause we dint want t'get caught up out after dark. There's bin sounds out in the woods, 'n shapes, and dead things. I know what it is. So does Tess. She said she did a quick look, in water 'n smoke, and it left her white. So we left in the mornin'. 'Rode' ain't quite right. She rode Delilah, and I ran alongside the road. Delilah's gettin' on in years and ain't really up t'carryin' double. I kept close, 'cause even if I dunt think he's 'round much in the day, I ain't riskin' him smellin' me out and comin', and seein' Tess.

We got in past noon. The other men was out in the field, and Ma 'n Mary was bustlin' 'bout the yard 'n the kitchen. Always plenty t'do. Ma grabbed me up 'n cried a bit, which made me feel kinda bad. She gave me trouble fer not writin', either. Tess stayed back, 'n I went out t'the field. Pa was glad t'see me too, even if he dunt show it. Billy was nice, only it's hard t'tell sometimes if he's feelin' what you think. Always kinda dreamy, him. And Paul hardly spoke a word t'me. Guess he's jealous I bin spendin' so much time in town.

We had a big dinner. I got out 'a the habit 'a eatin' so much as I ought, cookin' fer myself. We did up food fer today, 'cause Sunday's not fer workin'. By the time it was dark we was all sittin' in the parlour, drowsin' and listenin' t'Mary readin' out one 'a the family stories, 'bout how great-great-great-great Grandpa and his kin brought down the Great Fenris-wolf, who was let out 'a his chains by the Devil. It's got bits 'a cunnin', and bits 'a fightin'. After that we all went t'bed. Early t'bed, 'early t'rise.

And now I'm gettin' up, in my own bed, listenin' t'the cock crow. I gotta wash, and then it's time fer services.

[Open to Tess and the Thiess family]

From Ghoulies and Ghosties and Long Leggity Beasties.....

[mistresswanda.livejournal.com]

(Dark of night, Sunday Morning, September 20th)
(Wanda's bedroom)

It's a sound that startles me from sleep. Can't place it yet, not with the hammering of my heart in my chest, and the rapid breathing echoing in the still and quiet room.   Struggle to sit up and push the fall of hair from my eyes, scanning the room.
Still alone.
Still quiet.

Lucien's been gone since Thursday.  Staying with Miao.  Something's wrong with her, and it must be terribly wrong to cause such a haunted look in his eyes.  I do not begrudge for his attentiveness to her, his dedication, I just wish he would tell me whats going on.  It's the not knowing of whats happened to my dear friend that's the most upsetting, not Lucien's absence.   So tonight the spot next to me in the bed is cool and empty, and I find myself staring into the dark, fearful for reasons I cannot name. 

It was no dream that awoke me, for I took Lucien's elixir, and no noise from inside.  So what was so loud that it brought me from deep sleep to alert wakefullness?  Rise from bed, pulling a robe from the chair and tying it on as I cross to the partially open window.  Cool, clean air pours over me as I lean out slightly and look about.   Lucien hates that I leave it open, but I love the feel of the night air as I sleep.

There's not anyone moving on the street, or anywhere that I can see, and the town seems like it's alseep.  Huh?  Maybe it was just a dream, a remmant that I won't be able to recall---

The howl pierces the air and I reel back a few steps from the window, eyes wide and hand over my mouth to keep from crying out.  It hangs on the air, and I wrap my arms around myself for comfort.  I know the animal making those noises.  I've heard him baying a few steps behind me.  But the difference from that night to this is vast.  The night in the park.... that was play.  I know that now.  THIS...... this is hell and terror and bloody death in the night calling out warnings to all who would venture forth.   Oh, I have been lucky.  I have been so very, very lucky! 

Again the cry comes, far off, but still terrible and awful and it raises the gooseflesh on my arms.  And he can get into the house.....
With a whimper, I slide the window shut and lock it, then draw the curtains.  Lock the door to both the bedroom and the bathroom, and light a candle.  I feel stupid, none of these things would be any deterent.... but just the motions make me feel better, as silly as they are. 
Curl back into bed, and clutch a pillow tight against me, wishing Lucien were here.

"The night can be terrifying...  Predatory. Deadly."  His words come back to me as a reminder along with the baying outside.  Yes, yes it can be.  And now the whole town knows it.   Heavens help anyone outside tonight.....

(Closed)

From Ghoulies and Ghosties and Long Leggity Beasties.....

[mistresswanda.livejournal.com]

(Dark of night, Sunday Morning, September 20th)
(Wanda's bedroom)

It's a sound that startles me from sleep. Can't place it yet, not with the hammering of my heart in my chest, and the rapid breathing echoing in the still and quiet room.   Struggle to sit up and push the fall of hair from my eyes, scanning the room.
Still alone.
Still quiet.

Lucien's been gone since Thursday.  Staying with Miao.  Something's wrong with her, and it must be terribly wrong to cause such a haunted look in his eyes.  I do not begrudge for his attentiveness to her, his dedication, I just wish he would tell me whats going on.  It's the not knowing of whats happened to my dear friend that's the most upsetting, not Lucien's absence.   So tonight the spot next to me in the bed is cool and empty, and I find myself staring into the dark, fearful for reasons I cannot name. 

It was no dream that awoke me, for I took Lucien's elixir, and no noise from inside.  So what was so loud that it brought me from deep sleep to alert wakefullness?  Rise from bed, pulling a robe from the chair and tying it on as I cross to the partially open window.  Cool, clean air pours over me as I lean out slightly and look about.   Lucien hates that I leave it open, but I love the feel of the night air as I sleep.

There's not anyone moving on the street, or anywhere that I can see, and the town seems like it's alseep.  Huh?  Maybe it was just a dream, a remmant that I won't be able to recall---

The howl pierces the air and I reel back a few steps from the window, eyes wide and hand over my mouth to keep from crying out.  It hangs on the air, and I wrap my arms around myself for comfort.  I know the animal making those noises.  I've heard him baying a few steps behind me.  But the difference from that night to this is vast.  The night in the park.... that was play.  I know that now.  THIS...... this is hell and terror and bloody death in the night calling out warnings to all who would venture forth.   Oh, I have been lucky.  I have been so very, very lucky! 

Again the cry comes, far off, but still terrible and awful and it raises the gooseflesh on my arms.  And he can get into the house.....
With a whimper, I slide the window shut and lock it, then draw the curtains.  Lock the door to both the bedroom and the bathroom, and light a candle.  I feel stupid, none of these things would be any deterent.... but just the motions make me feel better, as silly as they are. 
Curl back into bed, and clutch a pillow tight against me, wishing Lucien were here.

"The night can be terrifying...  Predatory. Deadly."  His words come back to me as a reminder along with the baying outside.  Yes, yes it can be.  And now the whole town knows it.   Heavens help anyone outside tonight.....

(Closed)

Don't murder me, I beg of you don't murder me...please, don't murder me.

[gaueko-erebus.livejournal.com]

[Not long before sunrise, Sunday September 20, Day 112]
[The woods outside of town]


My howls ring out, through shadow and tree, down from the hills to the town, and even the wolves dare not respond. The ghosts that once sang with me are lost and gone. The woman who danced in my shadows and worshipped me with body and mind is lost and gone, at least to me. See then, what happens when the gods are scorned, when that which is ours is taken from us, and we are bereft. See then the perils of disregarding the gods.

I howl, and even if they do not truly hear me, children weep in their beds. Guardsmen flee their posts. Women gather their babies and huddle by lit lanterns, staring out at the dark. Men in the tavern look up from their drinks and shudder. And in one particular home a redheaded woman sits bolt upright in bed and reflects on just how lucky she has been. They know me. Even if they have never seen me, have never heard my name...they know me.

The beasts of the wood have learned to flee my footsteps. Horses and cattle throw themselves screaming into wire fences. Deer blunder their way through the dark, snapping their legs in creekbeds and gopher holes. Their eyes roll in mute agony as they thrash and die in the mud. I chase them down when it pleases me, and put an end to their suffering, leave the carcasses for the foxes and the ravens. I am not playing mortal now. I have no need for meat.

Those that do me homage do so from the bottom of burrows, from behind closed doors. They do so with fear in their hearts, with the stink of fear-sweat and urine, and for those that can, with a lit candle in their fists and a prayer on their lips. The night is hungry, and those that can know well to fear.

I howl, and the woods cry their terror.

I am hunting.


[OPEN to Bakeneko}

Don't murder me, I beg of you don't murder me...please, don't murder me.

[gaueko-erebus.livejournal.com]

[Not long before sunrise, Sunday September 20, Day 112]
[The woods outside of town]


My howls ring out, through shadow and tree, down from the hills to the town, and even the wolves dare not respond. The ghosts that once sang with me are lost and gone. The woman who danced in my shadows and worshipped me with body and mind is lost and gone, at least to me. See then, what happens when the gods are scorned, when that which is ours is taken from us, and we are bereft. See then the perils of disregarding the gods.

I howl, and even if they do not truly hear me, children weep in their beds. Guardsmen flee their posts. Women gather their babies and huddle by lit lanterns, staring out at the dark. Men in the tavern look up from their drinks and shudder. And in one particular home a redheaded woman sits bolt upright in bed and reflects on just how lucky she has been. They know me. Even if they have never seen me, have never heard my name...they know me.

The beasts of the wood have learned to flee my footsteps. Horses and cattle throw themselves screaming into wire fences. Deer blunder their way through the dark, snapping their legs in creekbeds and gopher holes. Their eyes roll in mute agony as they thrash and die in the mud. I chase them down when it pleases me, and put an end to their suffering, leave the carcasses for the foxes and the ravens. I am not playing mortal now. I have no need for meat.

Those that do me homage do so from the bottom of burrows, from behind closed doors. They do so with fear in their hearts, with the stink of fear-sweat and urine, and for those that can, with a lit candle in their fists and a prayer on their lips. The night is hungry, and those that can know well to fear.

I howl, and the woods cry their terror.

I am hunting.


[OPEN to Bakeneko}

What is a home?

[verite-belrose.livejournal.com]

Sunday morning
L'Heure Vert, Carnival Diabolique, September 20th.


Went to see Mama this mornin'. Didn't go too bad. She cussed me out for not coming by sooner. An I pointed out that if she didn't yell at me so much I might come round more often. Cy was so happy to see me that he practically climbed up the leg of my shiny zippy pants trying to hug me. He's getting tall. Abby smiled and asked if I did my hair that colour for them. I didn't even think of that. Green=Absinthe, the signature drink of L'Heure Vert....

So yeah, not so bad for a visit to my family. Starting to feel a bit of a stranger here though. All the stuff happening without me. and no one thinks to come tell me. i'd liked to be told 'bout Management's message. An bout the new girl in the grindhouse. an all the other bits of news. I might hafta go see them to find out if they mind me leaving the Carnival an settin' up shop in town. Should think so as there ain't never been a contract specificly 'bout what I did. I was Sadie's apprentice an before that Mama's chief assistent with the bar. But there ain't been nothin' bout  ME.

finally I said I gotta get goin' as there was picnic bein held to help bring town an Carnival together. An there's a guest list for it an I'm on it. After the shock wore off Mama was all smiles an offers of drink to take with me. Was disappointed that the request was for no alcohol type stuff but she an Abby made me a big pitcher a green tinted lemonade an loaned me a stack a glasses to go with.

The memory keeps me smiling all the way back to town an the picnic.

[Closed]

What is a home?

[verite-belrose.livejournal.com]

Sunday morning
L'Heure Vert, Carnival Diabolique, September 20th.


Went to see Mama this mornin'. Didn't go too bad. She cussed me out for not coming by sooner. An I pointed out that if she didn't yell at me so much I might come round more often. Cy was so happy to see me that he practically climbed up the leg of my shiny zippy pants trying to hug me. He's getting tall. Abby smiled and asked if I did my hair that colour for them. I didn't even think of that. Green=Absinthe, the signature drink of L'Heure Vert....

So yeah, not so bad for a visit to my family. Starting to feel a bit of a stranger here though. All the stuff happening without me. and no one thinks to come tell me. i'd liked to be told 'bout Management's message. An bout the new girl in the grindhouse. an all the other bits of news. I might hafta go see them to find out if they mind me leaving the Carnival an settin' up shop in town. Should think so as there ain't never been a contract specificly 'bout what I did. I was Sadie's apprentice an before that Mama's chief assistent with the bar. But there ain't been nothin' bout  ME.

finally I said I gotta get goin' as there was picnic bein held to help bring town an Carnival together. An there's a guest list for it an I'm on it. After the shock wore off Mama was all smiles an offers of drink to take with me. Was disappointed that the request was for no alcohol type stuff but she an Abby made me a big pitcher a green tinted lemonade an loaned me a stack a glasses to go with.

The memory keeps me smiling all the way back to town an the picnic.

[Closed]