You dance like you're drunk but you sing like you're sober.

Nov. 27th, 2009 07:58 pm
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[continued from here.] Liam apologizes for cursing (like a good boy) but is punished for it when he, Karina, and Maryk have to try to explain to poor Leah why he apologized. Maybe they should just make him explain it!


Late Afternoon of Day 184
The home of Karina, Maryk, and Leah.

"Because women are delicate flowers that can't handle hearing profanity," I say with a wry smile and glance at Maryk. "It is really something that is hard to explain, especially since the words are taboo in polite conversation, Darling."
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You dance like you're drunk but you sing like you're sober.

Nov. 27th, 2009 07:58 pm
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[continued from here.] Liam apologizes for cursing (like a good boy) but is punished for it when he, Karina, and Maryk have to try to explain to poor Leah why he apologized. Maybe they should just make him explain it!


Late Afternoon of Day 184
The home of Karina, Maryk, and Leah.

"Because women are delicate flowers that can't handle hearing profanity," I say with a wry smile and glance at Maryk. "It is really something that is hard to explain, especially since the words are taboo in polite conversation, Darling."
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When you're alone and you lie in your bed the rain on the roof is the dance of the dead.

Nov. 21st, 2009 04:32 pm
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Silk Road on Tuesday, December 1st
Late Afternoon


'Come to like rounds, lately. Stayin' 'way from the office is a good thing lately. 'Can't just sit 'round anymore. Always gotta be doin' somethin'. No more chicks either. No chance a that, not with Jack around again. I squeeze the fire outta my cig (damn Sheriff's rules stickin' like br'rs) and blow out the last a the smoke from my chest as I pocket the trash. Shruggin' my coat on tighter and pullin' my hat down t' keep me warm, I do my job.

Walk down Main, down Silk, 'cross the bridge, then start back up again. Too fuckin' cold out an' everybody's just behavin' like they should. Things ain't quiet, but it's like everybody wised up and decided t' start doin' their crap in private, which makes our job harder.

I frown a little an' shrug m' shoulders. Nod at a chick whose name I can't remember. The look she gives me says she knows it, too. Not enough chicks in this town. They all talk.


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Nov. 21st, 2009 04:32 pm
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Silk Road on Tuesday, December 1st
Late Afternoon


'Come to like rounds, lately. Stayin' 'way from the office is a good thing lately. 'Can't just sit 'round anymore. Always gotta be doin' somethin'. No more chicks either. No chance a that, not with Jack around again. I squeeze the fire outta my cig (damn Sheriff's rules stickin' like br'rs) and blow out the last a the smoke from my chest as I pocket the trash. Shruggin' my coat on tighter and pullin' my hat down t' keep me warm, I do my job.

Walk down Main, down Silk, 'cross the bridge, then start back up again. Too fuckin' cold out an' everybody's just behavin' like they should. Things ain't quiet, but it's like everybody wised up and decided t' start doin' their crap in private, which makes our job harder.

I frown a little an' shrug m' shoulders. Nod at a chick whose name I can't remember. The look she gives me says she knows it, too. Not enough chicks in this town. They all talk.


[OPEN to Leah, Karina, and Maryk.]
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May. 17th, 2009 11:02 am
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the bridge on Tuesday, October 13th
Evening

Fuckin' dead body near ther River. Worse, it was Reaves. Only Mab and Glass and Reaves' family know, but Rob took off drinkin', so god only knows who knows now. I told him to keep it quiet so we could investigate, but that did no good and Mrs. Reaves was cryin' and Elsie just looked destroyed. God, that sucked.

And who's gonna get blamed for Rob shootin' his mouth off? Me. Hell, maybe the whole fuckin' murder will be blamed on me. But that ain't true. I know who we're gonna look at first. The one we have to look at first. The whore. Bathory. She's been actin' strange lately. The whole town knows it. And she hasn't bothered campaigning in forever. Maybe 'cause she thought it was in the bag. Maybe 'cause she an' that boyfriend of hers were plannin' on takin' care of the competition.

I'm makin' my rounds and pass by her house. Not a lot of movement there, and I'm not gonna look for more evidence. Not right now when it's gettin' dark and the sheriff ain't told me what moves we're makin'. I sigh and stop at the bridge, leanin' my arms on the rail and just stare down into the water for a bit.


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May. 17th, 2009 11:02 am
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the bridge on Tuesday, October 13th
Evening

Fuckin' dead body near ther River. Worse, it was Reaves. Only Mab and Glass and Reaves' family know, but Rob took off drinkin', so god only knows who knows now. I told him to keep it quiet so we could investigate, but that did no good and Mrs. Reaves was cryin' and Elsie just looked destroyed. God, that sucked.

And who's gonna get blamed for Rob shootin' his mouth off? Me. Hell, maybe the whole fuckin' murder will be blamed on me. But that ain't true. I know who we're gonna look at first. The one we have to look at first. The whore. Bathory. She's been actin' strange lately. The whole town knows it. And she hasn't bothered campaigning in forever. Maybe 'cause she thought it was in the bag. Maybe 'cause she an' that boyfriend of hers were plannin' on takin' care of the competition.

I'm makin' my rounds and pass by her house. Not a lot of movement there, and I'm not gonna look for more evidence. Not right now when it's gettin' dark and the sheriff ain't told me what moves we're makin'. I sigh and stop at the bridge, leanin' my arms on the rail and just stare down into the water for a bit.


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Oh sweetheart put the bottle down, you've got too much talent

Apr. 29th, 2009 11:31 pm
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[Tavern of Hell]
[evening]

As the sun began its slow descent into the western sky, I made my decision. I walked from my cottage into town, fully intending on drinking myself into oblivion. Of course, I’d made arrangements to stay at the Inn first. There was no way I could ride Destrier home after the kind of drinking I intended on doing, and I’m too possessive of my precious stallion to trust his care to anyone else. I’ve raised him from a foal, and though he doesn’t realize it, his bloodlines for almost 100 generations have been under my gaze. He is absolute perfection…and the closest I have to a child of my own. Even if he is a shallow and gluttonous bastard, willing to make new friends of any sort, as long as they are supplied with sugar cubes.

I walk through the doors of the Tavern, and pull up chair in an out-of-the way table. When an employee finally makes their way over to me, I pull out another of the gold coins that fill numerous chests hidden throughout my home and the surrounding trees. “Will you accept this as payment? I haven’t been in Excolo long, and I’m not familiar with your currency.”

The need to validate my gold, the precious gold pieces that are one of my last connections to my Frejya, my Mistress, is held out for the employee’s inspection. I never anticipated trouble using gold as currency, but Zann and Ri both looked at me peculiary when we had our breakfast together, so I wonder if counterfeiters run rampant in Excolo. Of course, explaining where I got such coin would mean admitting that I am no farmer, and only a midwife in times of peace…and there hasn’t been a need for that in my life for almost 300 years.

The employee takes my coin without ever breaking eye contact, and simply asks “And what’ll you have?”

I grin, and reply “A shot of your most potent potion, and a healthy pint of mead to wash it down.” As they walk away, I look down at my attire. I feel undressed, but the High Priestess was right, wearing this skirt does make me feel like I blend in more; rather than my usual leathers, which seem to serve as a call to battle; at least lately they do. Although, a skirt does pose other problems…mostly figuring out how to sit without showing the rest of the bar patrons the small jewel Frejya ornamented me with, to prove my fealty. I snort as my drinks are brought to me. Fat lot of good that ring and jewel do me now. My goddess has left me to learn to be human.

Well, fie on her. If she really loved me, she’d save me from this hell of humanity. I motion to the server for another round. Thank the Deities-at-large that I have the gold to pay for this…

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Apr. 29th, 2009 11:31 pm
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[Tavern of Hell]
[evening]

As the sun began its slow descent into the western sky, I made my decision. I walked from my cottage into town, fully intending on drinking myself into oblivion. Of course, I’d made arrangements to stay at the Inn first. There was no way I could ride Destrier home after the kind of drinking I intended on doing, and I’m too possessive of my precious stallion to trust his care to anyone else. I’ve raised him from a foal, and though he doesn’t realize it, his bloodlines for almost 100 generations have been under my gaze. He is absolute perfection…and the closest I have to a child of my own. Even if he is a shallow and gluttonous bastard, willing to make new friends of any sort, as long as they are supplied with sugar cubes.

I walk through the doors of the Tavern, and pull up chair in an out-of-the way table. When an employee finally makes their way over to me, I pull out another of the gold coins that fill numerous chests hidden throughout my home and the surrounding trees. “Will you accept this as payment? I haven’t been in Excolo long, and I’m not familiar with your currency.”

The need to validate my gold, the precious gold pieces that are one of my last connections to my Frejya, my Mistress, is held out for the employee’s inspection. I never anticipated trouble using gold as currency, but Zann and Ri both looked at me peculiary when we had our breakfast together, so I wonder if counterfeiters run rampant in Excolo. Of course, explaining where I got such coin would mean admitting that I am no farmer, and only a midwife in times of peace…and there hasn’t been a need for that in my life for almost 300 years.

The employee takes my coin without ever breaking eye contact, and simply asks “And what’ll you have?”

I grin, and reply “A shot of your most potent potion, and a healthy pint of mead to wash it down.” As they walk away, I look down at my attire. I feel undressed, but the High Priestess was right, wearing this skirt does make me feel like I blend in more; rather than my usual leathers, which seem to serve as a call to battle; at least lately they do. Although, a skirt does pose other problems…mostly figuring out how to sit without showing the rest of the bar patrons the small jewel Frejya ornamented me with, to prove my fealty. I snort as my drinks are brought to me. Fat lot of good that ring and jewel do me now. My goddess has left me to learn to be human.

Well, fie on her. If she really loved me, she’d save me from this hell of humanity. I motion to the server for another round. Thank the Deities-at-large that I have the gold to pay for this…

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Apr. 17th, 2009 06:50 pm
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Afternoon, Saturday October 3, Day 125
The Sheriff's Office

The market was miserable today. Almost nobody came out for it an' even half the vendors didn't show. All on account a some rain. Didn't stop me, though. Partly 'cause I knew Kate wanted ta see me. Partly 'cause I was given real specific instructions by Mrs. Linford ta be sure ta bring somethin' by for her son. Don't you know? He works for the sheriff now. How 'bout that, Ella? He's a good ole law man now. Could've jus' come out an' said, I've decided ta set you two up. Now, go have fun an' keep my boy out'a trouble.

I sigh an' step up onta the porch of the sheriff's. I take off my hat an' shake the rain off it. Whole lot'a good it's done me. My hair an' jacket 're soaked through anyway. The bag in my hand wasn't heavy when I loaded up this mornin' but the rain's soaked inta the hemp, so it's like I'm carryin' a sack a potatoes.

I push the door open an' step inside as I say, "Uh, hello. Anybody here?"

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Apr. 17th, 2009 06:50 pm
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Afternoon, Saturday October 3, Day 125
The Sheriff's Office

The market was miserable today. Almost nobody came out for it an' even half the vendors didn't show. All on account a some rain. Didn't stop me, though. Partly 'cause I knew Kate wanted ta see me. Partly 'cause I was given real specific instructions by Mrs. Linford ta be sure ta bring somethin' by for her son. Don't you know? He works for the sheriff now. How 'bout that, Ella? He's a good ole law man now. Could've jus' come out an' said, I've decided ta set you two up. Now, go have fun an' keep my boy out'a trouble.

I sigh an' step up onta the porch of the sheriff's. I take off my hat an' shake the rain off it. Whole lot'a good it's done me. My hair an' jacket 're soaked through anyway. The bag in my hand wasn't heavy when I loaded up this mornin' but the rain's soaked inta the hemp, so it's like I'm carryin' a sack a potatoes.

I push the door open an' step inside as I say, "Uh, hello. Anybody here?"

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Mar. 22nd, 2009 10:16 pm
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Thursday Afternoon September 24th: Day 116
Sheriff's Office

Friggin' magic.
I've had a bloody headache since yesterday now.

Feel worse for Hermia than I do for myself though- and I feel pretty damn sorry for myself. Her first great Work and we can't figure what's gone wrong. We know that its trying to work, but it just can't seem to. Like something else needs to happen before the magic can set loose to it's work.
Whole damn basement is still charged up. Makes my head scream afresh every time I go down there.

Went out for a walk- smoked about four cigarettes. Went though the books again. Not like any of it made real sense. Better to let Hermia work out what she can and then run it by me. Maybe I can dredge something out of the back of my memory that might help.

Turn the corner and head back to the Office. Head up the stairs and crush out my last cigarette in the can outside. Open the door to the ringing of the bells and step in. And there's Liam sitting there looking like he hasn't a care in the world. And wait....what's that in the air?

"What the fuck have you been doing in here Linford?" shrug out of my coat and throw it on one of the chairs, "Or rather, who the fuck have you been doing in here?"

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Mar. 22nd, 2009 10:16 pm
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Thursday Afternoon September 24th: Day 116
Sheriff's Office

Friggin' magic.
I've had a bloody headache since yesterday now.

Feel worse for Hermia than I do for myself though- and I feel pretty damn sorry for myself. Her first great Work and we can't figure what's gone wrong. We know that its trying to work, but it just can't seem to. Like something else needs to happen before the magic can set loose to it's work.
Whole damn basement is still charged up. Makes my head scream afresh every time I go down there.

Went out for a walk- smoked about four cigarettes. Went though the books again. Not like any of it made real sense. Better to let Hermia work out what she can and then run it by me. Maybe I can dredge something out of the back of my memory that might help.

Turn the corner and head back to the Office. Head up the stairs and crush out my last cigarette in the can outside. Open the door to the ringing of the bells and step in. And there's Liam sitting there looking like he hasn't a care in the world. And wait....what's that in the air?

"What the fuck have you been doing in here Linford?" shrug out of my coat and throw it on one of the chairs, "Or rather, who the fuck have you been doing in here?"

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ELECTION DAY

Mar. 11th, 2009 12:47 pm
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Monday, 21 September, from the morning and ongoing until 5pm

Phil Marshall's boys have finished putting up the voting booth next to the town noticeboard at the bottom of Main Street. It's a simple affair - just a curtain on a rail - but I'm glad I insisted on it. Last time we had elections, people had to write their ballots in plain view and drop them in the box. No surprises about who got elected that time...

I sit down at the table I've put next to the booth. On it there's a stack of voting slips, some pens, and my list of registered taxpayers. When someone comes to vote, I tick their name off and hand them a slip with the two choices on it: CASSANDRA O'LEARY and EDMUND WHITE. Simple enough, although I know by the end of the day I'll have dealt with a dozen people who find the procedure too complex to grasp, or who have spoiled their ballots and need another... I shiver as a cold wind comes down the street, and I button up my coat. I really hope it doesn't rain today, or this is going to be miserable. This is why we need a town hall. It's all very well having the mayor and council have an office, but if we had a town hall, the town could actually meet. Of course, there are a few people on the council who aren't actually that keen to give the town a say, and I frown. I really hope Edmund gets in. He's a good friend, but that's not the main reason. Cassandra's a great woman - a good mother, great businesswoman, and it has to be said, she's pretty - but she's pretty conservative... And if she gets in, I think Robert Reaves will have a shoe-in, and that is not something I relish.

Bang on 9am Cassandra comes along, looking very neat in a powder blue suit, and cast her own vote. I know that people have been talking a lot about blue being a good colour since that weird dream went round, so I'm sure she didn't wear the colour accidentally. I'm also sure it wasn't an accident that Cassandra was overheard in town saying how she was sure Edmund was a nice man, but he must get lonely without a partner or child, and so no doubt that was why he'd spent so much time at the brothel. She followed that up, so I hear, with the remark that of course she was busy in the evenings looking after her daughter, so she was impressed he had time to socialise. Oh, well. Politics is a dirty business. I just hope it hasn't put too many people off. Now Cassandra's hanging about, talking to people and giving out - oh, good lord, homemade cookies. Isn't that bribery? Unfortunately, we don't have any rules about giving out baked goods. I've told her at any rate she can't stand more than 10ft close to the ballot box in case she's seen to be trying to intimidate voters. So she's standing pretty much exactly 10ft away from me with a basket. I sigh and run my fingers through my hair. What a day. And it's only just started. Now a little queue has started forming, and so I start dishing out the ballots. I really hope Concetta will remember to come out and give me a break at lunchtime...

[Open to townsfolk to cast their ballots, meet and talk. You can't expect interaction from Toby, but of course feel free to say hello and take your ballot from him!]
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Mar. 11th, 2009 12:47 pm
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Monday, 21 September, from the morning and ongoing until 5pm

Phil Marshall's boys have finished putting up the voting booth next to the town noticeboard at the bottom of Main Street. It's a simple affair - just a curtain on a rail - but I'm glad I insisted on it. Last time we had elections, people had to write their ballots in plain view and drop them in the box. No surprises about who got elected that time...

I sit down at the table I've put next to the booth. On it there's a stack of voting slips, some pens, and my list of registered taxpayers. When someone comes to vote, I tick their name off and hand them a slip with the two choices on it: CASSANDRA O'LEARY and EDMUND WHITE. Simple enough, although I know by the end of the day I'll have dealt with a dozen people who find the procedure too complex to grasp, or who have spoiled their ballots and need another... I shiver as a cold wind comes down the street, and I button up my coat. I really hope it doesn't rain today, or this is going to be miserable. This is why we need a town hall. It's all very well having the mayor and council have an office, but if we had a town hall, the town could actually meet. Of course, there are a few people on the council who aren't actually that keen to give the town a say, and I frown. I really hope Edmund gets in. He's a good friend, but that's not the main reason. Cassandra's a great woman - a good mother, great businesswoman, and it has to be said, she's pretty - but she's pretty conservative... And if she gets in, I think Robert Reaves will have a shoe-in, and that is not something I relish.

Bang on 9am Cassandra comes along, looking very neat in a powder blue suit, and cast her own vote. I know that people have been talking a lot about blue being a good colour since that weird dream went round, so I'm sure she didn't wear the colour accidentally. I'm also sure it wasn't an accident that Cassandra was overheard in town saying how she was sure Edmund was a nice man, but he must get lonely without a partner or child, and so no doubt that was why he'd spent so much time at the brothel. She followed that up, so I hear, with the remark that of course she was busy in the evenings looking after her daughter, so she was impressed he had time to socialise. Oh, well. Politics is a dirty business. I just hope it hasn't put too many people off. Now Cassandra's hanging about, talking to people and giving out - oh, good lord, homemade cookies. Isn't that bribery? Unfortunately, we don't have any rules about giving out baked goods. I've told her at any rate she can't stand more than 10ft close to the ballot box in case she's seen to be trying to intimidate voters. So she's standing pretty much exactly 10ft away from me with a basket. I sigh and run my fingers through my hair. What a day. And it's only just started. Now a little queue has started forming, and so I start dishing out the ballots. I really hope Concetta will remember to come out and give me a break at lunchtime...

[Open to townsfolk to cast their ballots, meet and talk. You can't expect interaction from Toby, but of course feel free to say hello and take your ballot from him!]
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Mar. 9th, 2009 01:26 pm
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Late Afternoon of Sunday September 20th
The Sheriff's Office

I’ve never felt that my footing on the path was ever secure. But I’m assured that my Mother, the goddess and not the one that follows me around the Abbey making sure that I am doing as I am told, understands the effort of trying.

 However, lately, merely “trying” isn’t good enough.

 I’ve redoubled my efforts to please her and those around me.

 The hours can’t be counted, that were spent in the gardens, singing low tunes with my sisters as we harvested the produce there for canning, or the days spent in the silence of prayer. I’ve heard the whispers about me. My exploits no matter how small do get around in this place.

It seemed best not to fuel the fires.

 I pray to our good and benevolent goddess for wisdom and of course the safety of the people of Excolo, but also for guidance. It’s a selfish little wish, that when pressed I would never confess to even those closest to me. Am I doing the right thing by Nanshe? I want to do good…but how are my efforts in doing so going awry?

 Resolved in my decisions to do better, I’ve shut myself away for the time being. However Sundays do come quickly at times, and being joined by the town’s folk has made me miss some of the adventure to be found outside of the gates.

 A blush creeps up my cheeks as I pack a small basket with a few things and cover it with a tea towel. I have a some time before a few sisters and I will be heading out to outlying farms to perform a personal service to those that can’t make it to town.

 So, I quickly head down Main Street with my basket slung over my arm and a small smile on my face.

 Though it fades somewhat as I peak my head into the sheriff’s office and its dark, except for the light coming in through the windows. I haven't been here before, the thrill of something new sounds itself against my beating heart.

 I push open the door enough to step inside and look around a little.

 “Hello?” My voice seems so small in the dark, but I continue. “Liam?”

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Mar. 9th, 2009 01:26 pm
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Late Afternoon of Sunday September 20th
The Sheriff's Office

I’ve never felt that my footing on the path was ever secure. But I’m assured that my Mother, the goddess and not the one that follows me around the Abbey making sure that I am doing as I am told, understands the effort of trying.

 However, lately, merely “trying” isn’t good enough.

 I’ve redoubled my efforts to please her and those around me.

 The hours can’t be counted, that were spent in the gardens, singing low tunes with my sisters as we harvested the produce there for canning, or the days spent in the silence of prayer. I’ve heard the whispers about me. My exploits no matter how small do get around in this place.

It seemed best not to fuel the fires.

 I pray to our good and benevolent goddess for wisdom and of course the safety of the people of Excolo, but also for guidance. It’s a selfish little wish, that when pressed I would never confess to even those closest to me. Am I doing the right thing by Nanshe? I want to do good…but how are my efforts in doing so going awry?

 Resolved in my decisions to do better, I’ve shut myself away for the time being. However Sundays do come quickly at times, and being joined by the town’s folk has made me miss some of the adventure to be found outside of the gates.

 A blush creeps up my cheeks as I pack a small basket with a few things and cover it with a tea towel. I have a some time before a few sisters and I will be heading out to outlying farms to perform a personal service to those that can’t make it to town.

 So, I quickly head down Main Street with my basket slung over my arm and a small smile on my face.

 Though it fades somewhat as I peak my head into the sheriff’s office and its dark, except for the light coming in through the windows. I haven't been here before, the thrill of something new sounds itself against my beating heart.

 I push open the door enough to step inside and look around a little.

 “Hello?” My voice seems so small in the dark, but I continue. “Liam?”

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Mar. 7th, 2009 01:15 am
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Early hours of Saturday

The ties that bind the waking world to its time are stretched gossamer thin in the pale hours between midnight and dawn. At this time I am at my closest to breaking into the world that ajoins my realm; not when reality sleeps deepest, but when it is half-caught between sleep and waking, the restless dappled space where dreams are at their brightest, where sleepers are most restless.

And people are restless indeed, their dreams spattered scarlet-black and the purple of bruises. So many dreams are of pain, lately, and it gives my realm the taste of ashes and polluted rain. I can grant good dreams, and I could cleanse this place; but by and large, I govern dreams, rather than creating them. Gods should not meddle too deeply in man's day to day affairs, or else what is man but a puppet? Some gods like to play with men like dolls, but the novelty palls after a time, and then they discard their toys... And man is no detritus to be discarded on a whim, nor to be toyed with for my amusement or comfort.

Here are there I have granted dreams, of course. To my dear Reed, one of the most loyal of my followers, I give places that grant peace. Reed does not need to see me to believe, and so I have not been there. She knows I see her. Others I have visited with dreams they do not remember on waking, but that have given them a sense of purpose or hope. I hope these few will find that a relief from despair with urge them toward greater things, but I have not instructed or cajoled.

Perhaps, I sometimes think, I should. Once I was a queen-goddess, ruling as judge and monarch in the waking realm, but that time is gone long and far away. To each of us there is a time and a place, and I am gone so very far from my homeland...

I am still ruler of this domain, however, and I walk it tonight with purpose. I am waiting to see if any dream calls out to me, if any sleeping mind presents itself as a ready place for me to bring dream. For what I am looking I do not know; but I believe I will know it when I see it.

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Mar. 7th, 2009 01:15 am
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Early hours of Saturday

The ties that bind the waking world to its time are stretched gossamer thin in the pale hours between midnight and dawn. At this time I am at my closest to breaking into the world that ajoins my realm; not when reality sleeps deepest, but when it is half-caught between sleep and waking, the restless dappled space where dreams are at their brightest, where sleepers are most restless.

And people are restless indeed, their dreams spattered scarlet-black and the purple of bruises. So many dreams are of pain, lately, and it gives my realm the taste of ashes and polluted rain. I can grant good dreams, and I could cleanse this place; but by and large, I govern dreams, rather than creating them. Gods should not meddle too deeply in man's day to day affairs, or else what is man but a puppet? Some gods like to play with men like dolls, but the novelty palls after a time, and then they discard their toys... And man is no detritus to be discarded on a whim, nor to be toyed with for my amusement or comfort.

Here are there I have granted dreams, of course. To my dear Reed, one of the most loyal of my followers, I give places that grant peace. Reed does not need to see me to believe, and so I have not been there. She knows I see her. Others I have visited with dreams they do not remember on waking, but that have given them a sense of purpose or hope. I hope these few will find that a relief from despair with urge them toward greater things, but I have not instructed or cajoled.

Perhaps, I sometimes think, I should. Once I was a queen-goddess, ruling as judge and monarch in the waking realm, but that time is gone long and far away. To each of us there is a time and a place, and I am gone so very far from my homeland...

I am still ruler of this domain, however, and I walk it tonight with purpose. I am waiting to see if any dream calls out to me, if any sleeping mind presents itself as a ready place for me to bring dream. For what I am looking I do not know; but I believe I will know it when I see it.

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All these things if I were King would all appear around me.

Feb. 17th, 2009 07:37 pm
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near the river on Sunday, September 13th
afternoon

Boss's been on edge a bit, I think. Seems like it, anyway. Don't blame her, really. Duelin's a big thing. Never seen a duel. Wonder if maybe she'll let me be there to see it. And deal with that jackass if he manages to win. I shake my head and get up out of my chair, sick of staring at these papers like they'll suddenly say out loud what's printed on them so I can understand it.

I step out onto the porch and pause to light a cigarette before settin' out on Main. My hand reaches to my belt, automatically checking for my cuffs and my gun. They're there--always are.

When I reach the river, I pause and take in a deep breath of air before putting the cigarette back and inhaling the fumes. Still no clue what to do about the gods. No idea what to do about all of it.


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All these things if I were King would all appear around me.

Feb. 17th, 2009 07:37 pm
[identity profile] ravenous-liam.livejournal.com
near the river on Sunday, September 13th
afternoon

Boss's been on edge a bit, I think. Seems like it, anyway. Don't blame her, really. Duelin's a big thing. Never seen a duel. Wonder if maybe she'll let me be there to see it. And deal with that jackass if he manages to win. I shake my head and get up out of my chair, sick of staring at these papers like they'll suddenly say out loud what's printed on them so I can understand it.

I step out onto the porch and pause to light a cigarette before settin' out on Main. My hand reaches to my belt, automatically checking for my cuffs and my gun. They're there--always are.

When I reach the river, I pause and take in a deep breath of air before putting the cigarette back and inhaling the fumes. Still no clue what to do about the gods. No idea what to do about all of it.


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