We cannot let ourselves get frozen into regarding everyone we do not know as an absolute stranger.

[glass-beddau.livejournal.com]

[Early afternoon of Monday, May 3 (day 337)]
[The General Store]

Don't have much t'say to Amanda, but I don't mind listening. She's been on about her mother spending time with someone, talking in circles 'round it. Wouldn't take it for anything save she's not usually so on about the matter. She set it aside when folk were in store, though, and with the new cloth came in over the weekend, that's often enough.

She's stepped out, though taking her for back soon; it's only that Jenna's done her time at the Apothecary and came by, and the two went out t'speak and'm guessing maybe to go by the Cockaigne. Ought not be overlong; light as Amanda seems sometimes, she's working sound and I trust she'll be back.

Quiet for a moment, and I take up a dustcloth. The store's clean, but there's dust of threads on the counter, and could do worse than tidy up while I've a moment.

[Open to Lannie]

We cannot let ourselves get frozen into regarding everyone we do not know as an absolute stranger.

[glass-beddau.livejournal.com]

[Early afternoon of Monday, May 3 (day 337)]
[The General Store]

Don't have much t'say to Amanda, but I don't mind listening. She's been on about her mother spending time with someone, talking in circles 'round it. Wouldn't take it for anything save she's not usually so on about the matter. She set it aside when folk were in store, though, and with the new cloth came in over the weekend, that's often enough.

She's stepped out, though taking her for back soon; it's only that Jenna's done her time at the Apothecary and came by, and the two went out t'speak and'm guessing maybe to go by the Cockaigne. Ought not be overlong; light as Amanda seems sometimes, she's working sound and I trust she'll be back.

Quiet for a moment, and I take up a dustcloth. The store's clean, but there's dust of threads on the counter, and could do worse than tidy up while I've a moment.

[Open to Lannie]

"Peace demands the most heroic labor and the most difficult sacrifice."

[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]

"Peace demands the most heroic labor and the most difficult sacrifice."

[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]

The most terrible poverty is loneliness, and the feeling of being unloved.

[parras-siren.livejournal.com]

Monday, 3rd May, morning
Outside the Dormouse

I have become so very tired.

I feel as if I never woke up fully from that terrible dream. Sometimes it feels as if the whole town never did; everything has become muted, slightly greyed.

Some days I even miss the wretched Carnival. I was never lonely, there.

I haven't been busy at work, and every morning I look hard in my mirror for a long time, seeing the lines in my face. But this morning I've resolved to force myself into some kind of cheerfulness, so I've put on a pretty springlike dress and a light coat and come out to sit in the sun. The girl in the Dormouse kindly let me bring a chair outside, and I tip my face into the sun with my teacup cradled in my lap. Perhaps today will be better.

It's spring, after all.

[Open]

The most terrible poverty is loneliness, and the feeling of being unloved.

[parras-siren.livejournal.com]

Monday, 3rd May, morning
Outside the Dormouse

I have become so very tired.

I feel as if I never woke up fully from that terrible dream. Sometimes it feels as if the whole town never did; everything has become muted, slightly greyed.

Some days I even miss the wretched Carnival. I was never lonely, there.

I haven't been busy at work, and every morning I look hard in my mirror for a long time, seeing the lines in my face. But this morning I've resolved to force myself into some kind of cheerfulness, so I've put on a pretty springlike dress and a light coat and come out to sit in the sun. The girl in the Dormouse kindly let me bring a chair outside, and I tip my face into the sun with my teacup cradled in my lap. Perhaps today will be better.

It's spring, after all.

[Open]

Murder is terribly exhausting.

[marbasthefallen.livejournal.com]

Outside the Doctor's Office
Late afternoon, Monday May 3rd

It is one of those beautiful Spring days that poets write about, that make children look out schoolroom windows longingly, and have people out enjoying the sunshine in droves.

It is most inconvienent.

It's been increasingly harder to find Lucien alone.  That night of him railing and moaning by the fire was the closest I've come, but that damn bartender came along as I started to move in.   And now he's got the dark haired girl back in his bed and apartment.  Complication after complication.  It's not that I shy away from bloodshed, not at all.  And if the truth be told, I am getting to the point where I will kill half the town if I bloody well have to...

but now knowing exactly how long it will take to be restore to my self after Lucien breathes his last.  Well, I don;t want to be caught in human form by a lynch mob before I find out.  It would amuse Iblis, I am sure, if I were to kill the man and then find myself dangling from the hangman's noose before I revert back. 

I take a sip of coffee and shift myself to a more comfortable position under a tree.  To everyone else, I am just the mild mannered school teacher relaxing in the sun.  But not for much longer if I can help it.

(Open to Lilith)

Murder is terribly exhausting.

[marbasthefallen.livejournal.com]

Outside the Doctor's Office
Late afternoon, Monday May 3rd

It is one of those beautiful Spring days that poets write about, that make children look out schoolroom windows longingly, and have people out enjoying the sunshine in droves.

It is most inconvienent.

It's been increasingly harder to find Lucien alone.  That night of him railing and moaning by the fire was the closest I've come, but that damn bartender came along as I started to move in.   And now he's got the dark haired girl back in his bed and apartment.  Complication after complication.  It's not that I shy away from bloodshed, not at all.  And if the truth be told, I am getting to the point where I will kill half the town if I bloody well have to...

but now knowing exactly how long it will take to be restore to my self after Lucien breathes his last.  Well, I don;t want to be caught in human form by a lynch mob before I find out.  It would amuse Iblis, I am sure, if I were to kill the man and then find myself dangling from the hangman's noose before I revert back. 

I take a sip of coffee and shift myself to a more comfortable position under a tree.  To everyone else, I am just the mild mannered school teacher relaxing in the sun.  But not for much longer if I can help it.

(Open to Lilith)