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After practicing maneuvers one day, Pike and Piotr began chatting and realized that neither of them could continue to ignore the bittersweet feeling in the air as the winter holiday approached.

So, in an attempt to help people connect with the home and family they missed, they put together an announcement for the bulletin board. It was beautifully designed by Piotr and it encouraged residents to stop by the lobby any time on the afternoon of the 11th if they were interested in taking advantage of one of the unlikely duo's talents.

Piotr offered sketches of loved ones, free of charge. All he needed was a few minutes and a thorough description.

Pike was collecting recipes or descriptions of baked treats with the promise that she'd do her best to replicate for the Winter's Crest festivities.

When the day finally arrived, both could be found at different tables with big stacks of cookies made by Pike and ready to listen to holiday memories of the homes that had been left behind.

st_hotflashes

December 4th. I'm Liz Parker and my world has gone upside down. Again. Somehow I found myself stuck in some weird other existence after Future Max disappeared. I can't help but think these two are related in some way. I thought it would be easier to be away from Max, stuck in a place where I had no way to return, but it still hurts every day. I keep playing the look on his face when he thought he walked in on Kyle and I in bed. I wish I could

Liz paused as she sat there in the lobby as the sun began to set. Her legs were curled under her as she wrote in her journal. How could she properly explain her feelings or this place? A look of complex confusion spread across her young face as she stared out the window to a familiar and yet equally unfamiliar sun slowly disappearing.

st_ingofthehundred

Whether to spite "INR's" accusation of poor planning or because it was his nature, Kash arrived in the Garden Room on the 2nd floor an hour before the 3:00 meeting.

Caroline, who'd lit up like the sun when he asked for her help, had beaten him there, and was already setting up the room for his meeting. If Vax was around for the call back, he'd have stage-whispered "is she always like this?" but since there was no one to see, he just smiled his thanks at her. It was actually pretty cute.

Between the two of them, they quickly finished the set up - chairs around the outside of long tables arranged in as near an oval as the shape of the tables would allow. At the far end, away from the door, several whiteboards (which were one of the fucking coolest inventions Kash had ever seen) had been set up. At each seat there were Madonna Inn notepads, a pen and a mechanical pencil (also fucking cool) to suit individual preferences, and a plastic cup. Pitchers of ice water had been set at intervals around the tables so as to be in easy reach. At the side of the room, two tables bore coffee urns and hot water urns for tea; baskets of apples, oranges, and bananas; plates of brownies and cookies of various types.

When the others began to arrive, they found Kash with a chocolate chip cookie between his teeth, finishing a rough sketch of the buildings and grounds. It had notations of vulnerabilities, choke points, and sundry tactical notes around the margins that (minus the personal notes) looked something like:

[ooc: Please assume that Kash gave an intelligent presentation on defending the Inn against various threats and then asked others to weigh in. I'm not a battlefield strategist. If you want Kash, put "tag Kash" in your subject line. Otherwise, I'll tag OTAs as Kash sees fit.]

st_raighttovampire

Independence Day called for joyous celebration. Caroline was up before dawn getting the last details ready. She laid out a breakfast buffet and mimosa bar with the help of her volunteers, set up games outside in the grass, dragged tables and umbrellas all over the property to make a fun little venue. The highlight of the whole business was a small stage that she'd convinced Piotr and Percy to build for her.

The backdrop of it could have various backgrounds projected onto it and, tonight would be an awesome movie screen for her triple feature: The Sandlot, Jurassic Park and, of course, Independence Day. Because nothing said America like fighting off invaders from outer space. Rey had worked a minor miracle by figuring out how to hook (and charge!) Caroline's cell phone to the speakers so there was music all day even when Lindsey wasn't up to playing.

In the storerooms, Caroline had found not just a SnoCone machine, but a popcorn cart and a cotton candy maker. Stephanie had agreed to take on running the last one, so Caroline hauled boxes and boxes of the sugar out to its location on the lawn.

A baseball game started to shape up around noon, while the scent of grilled meat filled the air.

It took a lot of work and most of the population being bullied into helping in some way or another, but on the 4th of July, Caroline was ready to declare independence from worrying about being trapped here.

The evening culminated with a brilliant lights display by two of the mages. Not fireworks, but not half bad either.

[Feel free to make up whatever activity you'd most like to see at the party. Sorry, this went up so late.]

st_andingtall

Date: 12 June 2017

After deciding that D&D is the way for Angua to make friends, Sam steals a page from Regina and leaves flyers around. He runs into Harry while he's signing up.

[Here | rating pg | ongoing | nerds being nerds]

st_eelyourself

It took about two and a half hours of sitting at the bottom of the pool before Piotr’s water-dulled senses and the weight of his steel-coated limbs lulled him into a few moments of true peace. But as always, the flashes of his past came flooding back and the serenity he’d found was replaced by pain.

Giving up, he got to his feet and slowly walked up the gradual incline. As his head crested the water, he was nearly blinded by the sun. Squinting, he made his way over to the chair where he’d left his towel and fell into it lazily.

He’d done the same thing dozens of times before and knew that the chairs could hold his weight…but that had been when he wasn’t armored. In the space of a heartbeat, Piotr found himself laying on his back, a smashed desk chair sandwiched between himself and the ground.

st_raighttovampire

It was the 15th of the month and given the possibility of arrivals, Caroline decided that something should be done to make new people a little more comfortable.

So she was sitting in the lobby, wearing a bright yellow sundress and surrounded by a riot of materials. Her feet were bare, as her sandals were lying off to the side, and her toenails were blue. She was creating Inn survival kits. There was a little pamphlet of explanations: people call the guy at the desk Daryl; yes,everything is free; no, you can't leave; just be firm about towels. A basket of sundries - snacks from the gift shop, sunscreen, guidebook, toothbrush etc. There was a towel, because obviously.

She considered adding a bottle of alcohol, but not everyone drank - she'd noticed at least a few of the current residents who didn't - and if they did drink TOO much, she didn't want to encourage it.

Maybe chocolate?

Caroline jotted down that as a note and resumed chewing on the end of her pen. The lobby door opened shortly thereafter and she looked up with a smile.

st_ereoscopic

Abby wasn't sure if the semi-regular happenings of arrivals would continue today, especially after Songrun, but just in case she made her way to the cafe. It would be the perfect spot to see the lobby if anyone new didn't make it as far as the cafe seeking answers. It also gave her lots of room to spread her "project" out.

There were bits and bobs but mostly it was a couple of tubes, lens, spring and nobs. Abby was determined to make a microscope. It might not be especially useful around the hotel but it was a comfort to her. Besides it kept her mind occupied and she was finding that, that was more important as time in the hotel went on.

Time seemed to fade around her, which usually happened when she focused on her work, and it was the protest of her back muscles that had her stretching. It was then that she noticed more people trickling into the cafe and some unfamiliar faces. Which meant it really was check in day today and she stood to greet friends she hadn't met yet. In Abby speak that was practically everyone. No one was a stranger - at least not for long.

st_unning

Alcuin had been training with Qui-Gon for a number of weeks now. He had not even touched his sword (and certainly not a lightsaber), but occasionally wielded a well-weighted stick. Most of the time, however, he practiced mindfulness, forms, controlling his body, and reflexes. The final of which sometimes involved dodging small rocks that Qui-Gon threw at him.

He felt as if he was doing well, or at least as well as he could be doing. He was also incredibly grateful. Qui-Gon reminded him of Joscelin in some ways, and the forms he taught him reminded him of what he'd seen of Cassilines. And he was also relieved in some ways to not be wielding a blade yet. It still brought back bad memories.

Today, he was practicing on his own in a patch of grass near the entrance to the inn. He was barefoot, in loose-fitting cotton pants and no shirt. It was overcast, though he was wearing sunscreen anyway. (What a remarkable invention!) But he was particularly trying to get in touch with his body. Each movement as he went through the form deliberate and flowing into the next.

st_eelyourself

After a week getting settled and starting to heal, Piotr began to take advantage of the other new world he had access to. On one of his quick trips, he learned that there would be a festival celebrating the arts the next day and decided that it was the perfect time to start drawing again.

So, when the time came in only took a few minutes to find some pencils and scrap paper at the Inn, load a bag with food, and head off into the city. The sights and sounds were easy to get lost in on a normal day, but the added bursts of art and creativity filled him with inspiration in a way he'd never experienced.

Finding a free bench, he settled down and started to draw the festival and its participants. To his surprise, a few people even paid him for his work. Hours passed as he worked on piece after piece and made small talk with those who approached.

And he was happier than he'd been in ages.

st_reetwolf

The full moon was coming soon in the Inn, and Angua was restless. Fortunately, there was an option now that hadn't been available before: that odd other world in the room. It was a lovely, warm, sunny place, and she enjoyed walking the streets well enough, but for some reason the restlessness didn't disappear when she put the other world behind her. In fact, it seemed worse.

As the sun set and the moon rose over Songrun, she learned why. The moon over the other world already was full. Completely.

Angua barely managed to get into an alley and stripped before the Change hit. Obscurely, it seemed better to lose her dress and sandals than destroy them.

With very canine panic at the sudden change in circumstances, she bolted immediately afterward, and between the unfamiliar smells and unfamiliar streets, she was completely lost.

Unable to find her way back to the Inn with her nose, increasingly less able to complete human reasoning, and unable to Change back into human shape because being a naked woman in public tended to be an awful idea, Angua simply roamed the streets, chasing carts, taking food from tables and market stalls, and generally blending in with the stray dog population as well as any very large, very golden wolf could.

((OOC: There's a golden wolf semi-terrorizing the streets of Songran. Feel free to go looking for her, get hired to deal with her, or just see her around!))

st_alksthroughwalls

For several days the doorway to Room 137, The Caveman Room, has been glowing. Then last night the occupant of Room 137 was assigned to a different room. Today, the room is open and at the back, instead of a wall, there is daylight.

Bird song fills damp, tropical air, heavy with sweet floral perfume. From all sides, voices rise and fall in a pattern universally recognizable as haggling in a marketplace. Fresh citrus wars with the copper and iodine of freshly butchered fish and shellfish, freshly baked bread, and newly tanned leather. A fountain with a cupola tiled in jade green and gold rises in the center of an oval space surrounded by a riot of colorful stalls and from the far side you hear the ringing of metal on metal.

Those who investigate find themselves amidst several hundred shopkeepers and their patrons dressed in colorful fabrics and leather boots. Beyond the market lies a city of thousands, and beyond it, an ancient temple and vast jungle that opens into what the natives call "The Land Out of Time."

~ * ~
As much as Kitty wanted to investigate this new phenomenon, and she would, it seemed especially important to have at least one person in the cafe in case of new arrivals. It was her turn, so whether Caroline and the others joined her or not, Kitty would spend at least part of the day here behind the bar. Hopefully, whatever it was wouldn't swallow anyone up. Or if it did, Lara or Wyatt or both would come get her.

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Entries tagged with piotr rasputin

[EP] A Piece of Home for the Holidays (OTA, Pike & Piotr)

My Life is Pretty Complicated (OTA)

[GP/EP] More than 12% of a plan

Summer Kick-off Festival (and Independence Day Celebration)

[Linkdrop] Gamers Wanted (Sam, Harry, etc) backdated to June 12

[For Alcuin] Tensile Strength

Check-in May 15

[GP/EP Check In Day - May 1]

[EP] Training

[EP] Sunday in the Park with Piotr

[EP] full moon in another world

[GP] Check-In and Check-Out?