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genny-duvall.livejournal.com

June 3, afternoon
The Carnival

The trees're different and there didn't used to be so many houses comin' along the road into town. The river's still the same, and the spot where I liked to sit and draw, that's still there, but Excolo's all different.

'Cept the Tower's still there. The Tower's always still there.

Momma says maybe we've come back because there's so many new people here now, people who don't 'member us from last time, so's maybe we can get a good take.

I don't think so. I think if we're here it's only 'cause Management wants us to be here. Maybe Momma knows that and maybe she don't, but even if she does, she ain't never gonna do nothin' that Management don't want her to.

It's been real hard hidin' everythin' from her. It's gonna be harder now that we're back.

I hope I can get into town to see the twins, and Ri, and everyone. Not the Doc. I missed the Doc real bad after he died, and now that we're back in Excolo I'm missin' him all over again.

Tez already took off - he didn't say where he was goin', but he don't hardly ever say nothin' when he gets in one of his moods to go run off. Even though he gets his moods it's been good havin' him back. Ain't like it used to be, 'cause he ain't like he used to be. I guess he's got a right to his moods with everythin' he's gone through. But it's good. He likes my paintings and really talks about 'em like he's lookin' at 'em hard. It's good to have other people to talk about art with, but Zann's still the best for talkin' 'bout it.

I'm gonna go into town too, but I gotta finish these posters first. They're gonna hang up all over town, and I want 'em to have ferris wheels on 'em that turn. If we're back in Excolo, I want to show 'em what we got.

[Open to Ri, and to anyone who's around the Carnival or wants to be]

verite-belrose.livejournal.com

Verite's apartment above the Salon
late afternoon, Tuesday September 23rd.

Finally the last customer is gone and i have some time to myself before I gotta go over to the tavern for Lucien's wake. There are things I should probably be doing, like finishing cleanup. Going through my clothes to decide what i'm gonna wear. I have no idea what to wear tonight. But I ain't doin' any a it. 'Stead I head upstairs an grab a pillow from the bed, sit down with it an cry.

Been cryin' every day since I woke up an' found we'd had another special dream thing happen. That my daughter wasn't real. Then I heard that Doc- that Lucien, died. I think that hurts so much more that I should hear it as town news, passed along as gossip. I would've really liked to hear it from someone else, a friend or maybe someone from the carnival. Still I wasn't the only one to hear second hand. I had to stay in town on Saturday I couldn't go rushing off to the Carnival, not when there was so much to do in town. But I went the next day. And found that they already knew an' no one came to tell me. Mama heard it from Davey who said he heard it from a couple folks who were there when it happened. During the dreamstuff. That hurt too. But really it wasn't their fault. And it's not like I didn't find out right away with the first person I talked to on Saturday.

Wanda looked real tired when she came to see me to invite me to come to the wake she's holdin' for Lucien. Even If I didn't wanna come to this thing I'd still go. For her. An Lannie. Cuz no matter how bad I feel she's gotta be feelin' a hundred times worse. Doc was family but he was a whole lot more than that to her. wonder if maybe Verdi'd let me play waitress tonight. So Lannie doesn't have to. Though she might wanna. It's always easier to keep things together if you have somethin' to do.Which is why I'm goin' tonight. It'll be something' to do insteadda stayin' here an cryin'. It won't make it hurt any less. Doc's gone an no one can take his place. All i can do is learn to live with it. All any of us can do 'bout it, really.

Finally I run out of tears. At least for now. Time to wash my face an' pick out somethin' to wear for tonight.

[Closed]

Current Mood: sad
Current Music: Black sunshine-tears

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Meanwhile at the Salon...

The light pourin' from the window is gorgeous an' the last of today's appointments has just walked out the door. Time for me an Viridian to do some drawin'. I head upstairs to fetch my daughter an' a fresh drawin' pad, then we go back downstairs cuz the light there's better. As usual, her fine pale green hair is already fallin' out her ponytail in wisps but enough is still holdin' that I won't bother her 'bout fixin' it. Instead, I carefully place the new pad in front a her along with a bunch of pencils and crayons. Then once she's settled in I ask her, "So, what should we draw today? More dragons an' cats or somethin' else?"

My daughter giggles and announces,"Snow! Today we is drawing snow!"

"Okay, snow it is. How 'bout you start and then I'll add somethin', then you draw again?"

Vir picks up a fat pink crayon, makes a mark on the paper an puts it down. Chooses a different one, the blue one, and then starts drawing; makin' little stars all over the paper. When she's done she tells me so an then pushes the paper over to me. "Your turn, Ma!" I grin at her as I take up a pencil and try to fit some thing in around her snowflakes that will fit the snow theme. In the end I add a hill an some tracks like a sled just went by. Snow is still kinda new to me, we never saw it much til the carnival decided to stop here.

I pass the picture back to my daughter and tell her it's her turn again. She grabs a different colour an' starts makin' circles stacked on toppa each other. "What's that?" I point at her pile of circles. "Its'a snowman!" "What's he wearing? Anythin'? or is he naked?"

She giggles. "I dunno. Stuff! Like, like maybe a hat, n' scarf, maybe a big coat like the dark man has." I sketch those items in. The coat gives me the most trouble as I have to fit it around the unsteady looking stack of circles with no idea of the body parts that would help me place where the various coat bits go. After a few tries I turn it into a cloak instead.

We keep passing the paper back an' forth drawin' stuff in turns til the light stars to fade which makes it time for dinner.

[closed]

Current Mood: happy

kira-galliard.livejournal.com

{Early Evening- Tuesday, 29th June ~ Day 394}
{Crossroads DanceHall}

Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time
I feel alive
And the world turning inside out, yeah
And floating around in ecstasy, so
Don't stop me now
Don't stop me
'Cuz I'm having a good time, having a good time

It is finally time to open the doors.
The lights are on- thanks to a couple folks from the fair who came out to help me with 'em. And the musics' done warming up now- sounds of instruments tuning and and the player's psyching each other up have given over to songs playing and feet stomping along.
A few brave souls have opened the dancing and there are mostly smiles all around.

So far so good.

A lot of the younger set know me by now from hiring them for the clean-up, and I put up some signs around town, so hopefully we'll have a good turn out.
And now that the greater part of the haying is done, people are in a good mood. People like to dance and come out and see each other when they're happy. Even in a strange town like this that holds true.

Smooth my skirt as I circle the floor towards the drink stand. I'll probably take a few turns of my own tonight, but mostly my job is to meet people who don't know me yet and get them to like me enough to come back. If the night continues like this, I do think it'll turn out fine.

The band starts another song, and I find my smile is genuine.

(The DanceHall is open to all! Come on in and have fun!)

jaeresteade.livejournal.com

Day 353, 19 May
Late Wednesday morning
I Dyed for Beauty Salon

Last night was slow, so I had plenty of time to think of things to take my mind off how much my hand hurt. Found myself thinking mostly of Verite and how pretty she looked at Alice’s party. Also spent some time thinking to about how things didn’t go terribly well between us there. I put that down to Wanda, mostly, but I still feel like I should do something to make sure things are all right. As uncomfortable as it is being sort of together, I’m sure it would be a lot less comfortable not being together at all.

So I made myself get up not long after the sun this morning and go hunting strawberries outside of town. The patch I’d found before had enough for me to pick a basketful with more still left on the plants. It was slow work with my hand wrapped, and I managed to get pink stains on some of the bandages. Sure that looks silly, but maybe she’ll take that as a sign of what I’d do for her. Goddess knows there’s no one else in town I’d get up early to pick strawberries for, especially with my hand like this.

I wrap the basket up after I finish, because the last thing I need is to be seen carrying strawberries through the streets in a basket with a ribbon on it. Know I haven’t got much of a good reputation to speak of, but I’d rather not see what’s left of it dead and buried.

Go into the salon hoping hard she’ll be done with customers for a little while and have the time and inclination to talk to me. I’d just rather not have a basket of strawberries thrown in my face.

~~OPEN to Verite~~
CLOSED

Current Mood: hopeful

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Current Mood: hopeful

valmont-vicomte.livejournal.com

Saturday, May 15th, about 5pm
Valmont and Hermia's apartment and garden

I've never thrown a party for a teenage girl before, but hopefully this will do. Alice doesn't exactly have many friends, and there aren't that many teenagers in town I'd trust to be kind to her and not make fun of her, but she wants a party with people her own age, which makes sense. She doesn't seem very grown up to me, but I know how important it is that she feels grown up, despite everything that's happened to her. So I invited Johnny, Damien and Ri, because they're good kids, and Micah may be a little strange but he's a decent boy, I'm sure of it, and like Alice he could do with some friends. But I wanted Fiona to be able to come too, because she was Alice's first friend who wasn't an adult, so I've started the party in the late afternoon so she can be here for a little while at least. As for the rest of the guest list, they are mine and Hermia's friends, but I trust them to wish Alice many happy returns and to make the party seem busy. Besides, it's a celebration of our family too, I think, not just of Alice's birthday, and so it's right that we have our family friends here too. The thought makes me smile.

It's a dry afternoon, thank goodness, though I've laid out drinks and food on our dining table inside in case of rain. Hermia and I put up bunting and laid out candles along the path in the garden, and it all looks lovely.

[open to party guests]

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jaeresteade.livejournal.com

[Friday, 30th April, midmorning]
[Day 334]
[I Dyed For Beauty salon]

Couldn’t bring myself to get up early this morning, not with Verdi curled around me in that huge, soft bed of hers. She had to tease me a while to get me to open my eyes and talk to her, and I think she wanted a morning fuck, but she didn’t push me when I told her she’d worn me out last night. Made it up to her with my mouth, though, and listening to her moan made me not mind the hour so much. This’ll be the third time I’ve done this, the waking up in her enormous bed, her curled around me. Could really get used to this.

Getting out of bed took some doing though, because Verdi really had worn me out and still wanted me to stay besides. But I said I should get back to the salon, and I guess she understood. She was kind enough to let me have a shower and a clean shirt and a good look in her big mirror before I left. Don’t have much in the way of marks, just some bruises and scratches. Nothing that shows when I’m dressed. Not so sore that I’m walking funny or anything, either. Same as last time, pretty much

Verdi told me to say hello to Ri for her, and I kissed her goodbye and went down the stairs. Hell of a night with a hell of a woman, but I kind of want to get back and make sure Ri is all right and not pissed at me for going to Verdi. Well, not more pissed than she has been lately, though I think having me gone Monday helped.

Can’t see any customers inside when I get to the shop, so I work up the courage to go in through the front door instead of sneaking in the back. There she is behind the counter with a magazine, green hair and ink and boots, looking so different from Verdi. She glances up when I come in, and I can’t read her face at all. “Hey, sweetheart.” The nickname’s out of my mouth before I can stop it. Shit. Run a hand through my hair and cast about for something to say. “Verdi says hello.” Great, now she has two reasons to get mad at me if she wants to. Just kind of stand there feeling like five kinds of an idiot.

~~[OPEN to Verite]~~
[CLOSED]

Current Mood: anxious

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Current Mood: anxious

jaeresteade.livejournal.com

[Thursday morning]
[April 22th (day 326)]
[Verite’s apartment over the salon]

I’ve spent nearly every night for the past week at the ‘Boy, except for Friday, when it was so busy at the Whitechapel that it was all I could do to stagger in at half past three to curl up next to Ri until noon, and Monday, when I came in worse for most of a bottle of port. She’s been so sweet about all this, saying she understands about Miao and that I want to help, but I want to make sure she stays happy. And I’m starting to feel like I’m taking her hospitality for granted. Miao pays me, and I’m trying to do my duty by her, but Ri’s taken me in out of the goodness of her heart and asked nothing of me but what I wanted to do. Need to make sure she knows I’m grateful for it, and that I have the good sense to repay her.

Which is why I’m in her kitchen making pancakes at six in the morning, mostly awake because I had a shower at the ‘Boy before I came over here and I’m finishing my second cup of coffee. The shortage of sleep will hit me this afternoon, but I can maybe have a nap before work. I get the pancakes done and start on the eggs, thinking about how long it’s been since I made anyone breakfast, including myself. Tarquin was the early riser, and not a bad cook with simple things. Really, really don’t want to think about Tarquin now.

The eggs are done, so I start making up a plate and set it a tray with rhubarb jam and butter and milk and coffee. Still not hungry in the mornings, even though I can afford to be now. Hope she won’t mind that I don’t plan to eat with her. Hope to hell she likes pancakes and eggs over easy. I get the tray up, a little wobbly though none of it spills. Been too long since I waited tables. The stairs are tricky but nothing spills, and I manage to get the door open quietly.

She’s still asleep, curled up on her side with one arm hanging off the bed. My stomach turns over at the sight of her, green hair all over the pillow and one foot uncovered. Wish I’d been here last night. I set the tray down on the bedside table and sit on the bed beside her. I just look at her for a little bit, because she’s pretty in a way that’s all her own and she looks so sweet sleeping, and then I stroke her hair behind her ear and bend down to kiss her cheek. “You feel like waking up now, sweetheart?” Don’t quite whisper it, but make it just loud enough that it might wake her without annoying her.

~~[OPEN to Ri]~~
[CLOSED]

Current Mood: awake

jaeresteade.livejournal.com

Current Mood: awake

jaeresteade.livejournal.com

[Monday noon]
[April 12th (day 316)]
[Verite’s apartment over the salon]

Got up with Ri this morning, since it didn’t see right to stay asleep in her bed while she’s working. It wasn’t bad, as mornings go: she let me make her French toast, and there was quite a bit of kissing before she went down to open the salon. I cleaned up the kitchen and went out to get things for lunch. Her kitchen’s all right, but you can tell she doesn’t cook a lot.

Still no word from Tarquin or about him. Mentioned him to Ri, and she said she’d met him, before I did, even, before that night in the snow. Need to stop thinking about that. He’s gone, that’s plain, and I can only hope it was back to Joshua and pray he’ll get there safely. Think about following him when I’ve got enough saved.

Money’s been a little less of a worry lately, though, since Miao handed me back every single penny of rent I’d ever paid Glass. Knew how much it should be, but I still had to count it twice. Still can’t think of any reason why she’d do it. Maybe Iago had a hand in it, for all Miao said Glass came by herself to drop it off. I know she’s not used to having more money than she knows what to do with, but maybe she felt badly for turning us out. Wouldn’t bet on it, but I won’t say no to the money. All the rent. Jesus Christ.

In any case, it was no great hardship to buy a good sized chicken and some vegetables and a few other things that caught my eye. I can make a meal out of pretty much anything, but I am trying to earn my keep here. Food needs to look presentable. Managed to put together a decent chicken stew, thick with carrots and onions and potatoes, and some cornbread before noon. Don’t feel like putting on my boots to go out into the salon proper, so I just set it out on the table and wait for Ri to come back in.

~~[OPEN to Ri]~~
[CLOSED]

Current Mood: blank

jaeresteade.livejournal.com

Current Mood: blank

norn-verdandi.livejournal.com

[Thursday evening, April 8 (Day 312)]
[Verdandi's apartment - Tavern of Hell]

I've been looking forward to this more than anything and it's a nice change feeling upbeat. I cleaned the whole apartment, laid a pretty tablecloth on the dining table and changed my sheets to the softest ones I have. Cookie's food is in the oven, staying warm and a tasty dessert from the bakery is waiting in the icebox.

Two crates of bottles were brought up from the basement, filled with everything from my old favorites to the new beers that Cookie and I sampled a while ago. I spin around, light on my feet as my dress caresses my thighs and I raise my hands when I spin around a second time. I have a good feeling about tonight and if I have my way, they will too.

I remember one last thing and place a pretty bowl on the table, filled with oranges, apples and a peach or two from downstairs. Everything looks ready for company and I smile brightly in my excitement. Now all I need are my guests and as if they knew my thoughts, there's a knock at the door. I check my dress and hair one more time and smile sweetly as I open the front door and say, "Hi! Come in. I'm so glad you could make it."

[Open to Jarmyn and Verite]
[Warning - Sexual and violent content (S&M themes)]

Current Mood: excited
Current Location: Verdandi's apt

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Current Mood: excited
Current Location: Verdandi's apt

hermia-sophia.livejournal.com

Sunday, April 4
The garden behind the Whitechapel Inn

We awoke in each other's arms, both terrified. Valmont, because he feared that I was being attacked; I because I felt something wrong in the world, something beyond the long sleep and painful thirst and weakness. Some ripple of Power that was twisted and wrong. But under it all I could sense Nanshe's presence helping to set the dream-world right again. And Valmont and I had each other, and we were safe, and despite everything, that makes the waking world right.

And neither of us wanted to postpone the ceremony. We wanted - no, needed to continue. Needed to make some new beginning, needed to make life go on as it was supposed to.

And so, still shaky, we went to the abbey this morning at dawn.

Valmont said that I was the one guiding this part of our wedding solemnities, for I was the one closer to the gods. So I arranged the offerings for us to burn on Nanshe's altar: two little bundles, both the same. Not hair. Not incense. Not anything that would be in an Athenian wedding offering to the gods. We are making our own way, here.

So there are herbs from the garden that I planted and he cooks from. The first lilacs that Valmont gave me, and the lilies I gave him, both now dried into fragrant shadows of themselves. Splinters of wood from an empty keg for his profession; scraps of paper from an old book for mine. (Lydia offered me a book that was falling apart anyway; I would never have taken a page from a book otherwise! She gave us a gift, too: a lovely leather-bound and gilt-edged volume of Yeats.) And cotton candy - even though it made everything terribly sticky and I feared it would melt, I had to put cotton candy in there, for the memory of that first night that we soared above Excolo on the ferris wheel and felt as if we were flying. And because it made both of us laugh when I put it in, and we should begin our life together with laughter.

We smile as we light our offerings, and as we smell the fragrance as it floats up to the heavens.

Now, back in the garden behind the inn, I smile again as I wait to take my place next to Valmont and in front of Mab. I've found more lilacs for the bouquet, white and purple both, standing out against the shimmering deep blue fabric of my gown.

I have no parents to bring me to the altar, and neither does Valmont. We just have ourselves, and are giving ourselves to each other.

There they all are. Our friends - all of the people who have grown dear to us in the last year. Our Alice, looking lovely and more grown-up than ever. Mab, tall and serious. And Valmont, who looks so magnificent that my heart leaps at the sight.

I feel a nervous thrill run through me as I step out. Dear gods, I'm getting married! For an instant, I'm terrified, as I stare down that long aisle. But then I realize, why should I be afraid? At the end of the aisle is Valmont. I have nothing to fear as long as he is there.

At the end of my long journey, he was here waiting for me.

So I take a deep breath and step forward, towards my new life.

[Open to wedding guests!]

Current Mood: excited

hermia-sophia.livejournal.com

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norn-verdandi.livejournal.com

[Friday, March 26th (Day 299)]
[Verdandi's apartment - Tavern of Hell]

Days and days have gone by since I re-awakened and the memories I didn't gain back immediately have finally returned. I understand again what needs to happen and what I need to do to help that along. Iago and Thomas have been informed as well and will pass it to Lannie later. Hopefully she'll understand it too, and if not, I really hopes she asks.

I look down again at the list of names, some crossed off and others added on, before placing a question mark next to Miao's name. Iago's information was surprising and I asked a bunch of questions just to make sure he'd heard it all right but he assured me it was true. Wanda's name was added that day too.

I review the list again, crossing off Glass and Gaueko's name. The Walking Night's failed his task and I know now that I shouldn't have expected anything other than sex and empty promises from him. What a disappointment and here I was hoping that he'd show another side of himself, not more of the same. And Glass... another disappointment but she's not my friend anymore so there's nothing left to concern myself with and I move to the next name.

Verite

The clock tells me it's almost time for her to arrive and I smile. She promised to bring her supplies and I'm really looking forward to getting a tattoo today, especially from her. She's sweet and chatty and I know I'll feel like a new person when she's done. There's a knock at the door and before I rise, I stash the list in a kitchen drawer. No need leaving that out, and as I move to open the door, I wonder what color her hair will be today.

[Open to Verite]

Current Mood: indescribable
Current Location: Tavern of Hell

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genny-duvall.livejournal.com - round and round and round in circle games
verite-belrose.livejournal.com - To weep is to make less the depth of grief.
verite-belrose.livejournal.com - All children are artists. The problem is how to remain an artist once you grow up.
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jaeresteade.livejournal.com - If they only knew the girl with the tattoo like I do.
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jaeresteade.livejournal.com - You’re on my heart just like a tattoo.
jaeresteade.livejournal.com - You’re on my heart just like a tattoo.
jaeresteade.livejournal.com - My debt to you, Belovèd, is one I cannot pay in any coin of any realm on any reckoning day.
jaeresteade.livejournal.com - My debt to you, Belovèd, is one I cannot pay in any coin of any realm on any reckoning day.
jaeresteade.livejournal.com - For this dance we move with each other.
jaeresteade.livejournal.com - For this dance we move with each other.
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Entries tagged with verite

round and round and round in circle games

To weep is to make less the depth of grief.

All children are artists. The problem is how to remain an artist once you grow up.

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If they only knew the girl with the tattoo like I do.

If they only knew the girl with the tattoo like I do.

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You’re on my heart just like a tattoo.

You’re on my heart just like a tattoo.

My debt to you, Belovèd, is one I cannot pay in any coin of any realm on any reckoning day.

My debt to you, Belovèd, is one I cannot pay in any coin of any realm on any reckoning day.

For this dance we move with each other.

For this dance we move with each other.

The only difference between friends and lovers is about four minutes.

The only difference between friends and lovers is about four minutes.

but one man loved the pilgrim soul in you

but one man loved the pilgrim soul in you

Show me a man with a tattoo and I'll show you a man with an interesting past.

Show me a man with a tattoo and I'll show you a man with an interesting past.

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