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Settled at a table in the library, and brains (at least Sam's) kept pliant with Xavin's coffee wizardry, Sam and Corbie exchanged some lighthearted banter about the weirder monsters in his journal. They alternated sessions on what Sam thought was foundational with things Corbie had heard of and had questions about.

They'd spent the last two hours comparing notes on ghouls from their worlds with what they'd compiled from library texts and agreed they were probably a separate category of monster. Fortunately, Sam's Easter laptop had more than enough memory for this project and several others, because the amount of revision and cross-referencing required by this lore encyclopedia, product of his teaching Corbie, would be next to impossible with journals only.

He must've muttered something about it as Corbie was leaving, because she smiled ruefully. He sighed and said, "Better ghouls than vampires." #Notallvampires. There was just a lot more lore to compile.
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With the help of River and copious amounts of alcohol, Dean had finally finished learning the stupid song and moves. It was put off as long as he could, but Dean would never go back on a bet. Especially one won doing beer pong. It didn't mean he wouldn't get his revenge. He would, but for now, Dean was a single lady and you better put a ring on it.

The most traveled place was the spot by the cafe in the lobby. Most people would see you there either coming and going from the inn or to the bar or pool. Of course Clarice picked that spot.

He set up the music and hoped that for once, everyone was outside enjoying the day. Dean was dressed in the 'gift' from Clarice but he was not wearing the pumps, he didn't care and he had borrowed a wig. If he was going to do it, he would do it right.

The beginning of the song began to play and Dean got to the empty area 'stage'.



[Note: This is what Dean looks like doing it (Justin) - http://dai.ly/x3hf372 ]
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To: [deliberately left blank]
Subject: Messaging

These notebooks are enchanted to send and receive messages. Each one is magically coded to a specific person and will receive that person's messages no matter who has the notebook. If you lose or fill yours, please see Sam or Corbie to get another.

The notebooks work like texting on cell-phones. A typical message includes a "To:" line and the text of the message. When you are finished with the message, either say or write "Send," and the message will be delivered immediately. You can give people aliases, but for it to work, you need to do two things. First, make a list of aliases somewhere in the journal, e.g. Mary Winchester = Mom. Second, whenever you send a message to an alias, enclose the alias in quotes, e.g. "Mom", otherwise the message won't be sent. You can create groups the same way, e.g. Family = Mary Winchester, Dean Winchester, etc.

If you don't include a "To:" field, the message will go to everyone who has a notebook. If you want to filter a message away from someone, use "Locked against:" and the name of the person(s) you don't want to receive a message. You only need to lock against someone if you send to a group that includes them or to everyone.

To reply to a specific message, do everything the same as you usually would, but write the reply without skipping a line between the message and the reply. If the message has been given a subject line, e.g. Sunday Brunch, you can reply by using the subject RE: Sunday Brunch.

As long as you follow these instructions, the messaging is more secure than standard text encryption. Use your own discretion when sending and receiving messages. Hopefully the next generation will include voice-messaging.
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With everyone just back from Europe, the restaurant was still empty and unusually quiet. Sam and Corbie sat in the back corner at a large table piled with notebooks, each with a name label on the front. There were a handful with aliases for Sam and Corbie, also, that they used for testing and tweaking.

At the moment, Sam was writing in a larger notebook, one that contained pages of notes and flow charts for enchantments. Sighing, he rubbed a hand over his face and then inscribed a reworked version of Henry's original spell into Father Freehley's journal. Once it set, he wrote:

To: Everyone.
Locked against: Father Simmons

Test. Test. Test.


"Can you you check a couple of journals and Dean's?" he asked Corbie. "I'm almost there on aliasing, I think."
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Sunny like any albino did not have perfect eyes. Better than most, good enough that she could get by without any aid most of the time, but when she did something that involved a good deal of eye strain like extended reading or computer use, she wore glasses.

It was her time on shift in the library, and as usual—as all places in the inn—it was fairly quiet. Meaning Sunny was getting some work done, studying Hebrew and thinking where to go next with Kitty and Igbo. She spoke to herself in each of these languages in turn, translating words and phrases from one language into the other to help her cement, inspire, create, and flex her mental muscles.

“Hovercraft m juputara azu arira. Haraḥefet sheli mele'a betzlofaḥim.” She grinned at her computer. “My hovercraft is full of eels.”

She felt and heard more than saw someone approach the desk, looking up and lowering her glasses to see who it was. She expected it was probably someone wanting to check out or return a book.

“Wetin?” she asked, leaning hard into her most Nigerian accent. What is it? It was a word she sometimes whipped out when she was on duty and never translated. Everybody usually picked up the gist of it from the context.
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It was a musical day at the Madonna Inn, both inside and out. Curnen had taken her usual place up on the roof and was singing charms to the sky to keep any wanderers from getting lost (though that part of it was not immediately obvious). Unrelated to that, Sunny was on the dance floor in the bar, summoning songs of her own with her knife to keep her moving before she went to do her shift at the library later. It was one of those days where if she thought about it too hard she’d start thinking about that empty bed in her shitty room and the person she most wanted to be there.

This of course eventually seeped into her magic. She knew better. Maybe she’d even wanted that to happen.

Because just once, between different pop hits and dance beats came a rather unexpected French love song. She sighed and rolled her eyes, but the exasperation didn’t last. Before the lyrics started up she was waltzing. By herself and not caring how it might have looked. And for those three and a half minutes, she dared let herself hope for the slimmest chance that Orlu might come through that door.

She didn’t let herself hope too hard, though. There was admitting to feeling things and there was setting yourself up for certain disappointment. She’d lived too long with disappointment to do that to herself.
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The calendar of "Kahl-ee-Fornea" was very different to that of Tal'Dorei. But the spring dance had been a good reminder for the Exandrians (one of them, anyway) that the Renewal Festival would take place more or less this time of year, landing always on the thirteenth day of Dulahei. It seemed a fitting time to set the 'small family dinner' in celebration of the marriage of Vex and Percy.

...Yeah, but no. Because Vax'ildan didn't mind a bit of revenge for their having done the thing without so much as telling him for several weeks, and because his sister always deserved the best of everything anyway, the garden had a whopping lot more than that for the happy couple as they opened the doors onto what first looked like pitch blackness. Until the big, white-hot spotlight snapped abruptly on to glare down on top of the pair with blinding scrutiny.

A familiar voice sang out from beyond, his ever-charming booming and crooning amplified to fill the whole of the outdoors by something called a 'microphone,' Scanlan using all his singular panache to belt out a melodic tune:

"There she is, Mrs. De Rolo
There she is, your ideal
The dreams of a million boys and girls who want to find love in Emon City
For Vex may turn out to more than Baroness of the first house of Whitestone and Grand Mistress of the Hunt
There he is, Mr. De Rolo
There he is, your ideal
With so much brooding and tinkering he took the town by storm
With his all-Whitestone face and form
And there they are
Walking on air, he is
Fairest of the fair, she is
There they are - Mr. and Mrs. De Rolooooooooooo~"

A resounding wave of applause, murmuring, cheers, and laughter broke out all around the newlyweds - one such unbridled merry cackle absolutely coming from the bride's brother - and Scanlan's tone changed immediately to a much more vibrant, excited, sporting-event-enthusiasm style of announcement: "Ladies and Gentlemen - it's the DE ROLO FAMILY!"

The strands of bulb lighting popped into yellow-soft brightness all at once, revealing the guests gathered around dozens of tables artfully set with dinner places enough for everyone at the Inn. Each table included flowers, linens, and garlands all matched in smart Whitestone-Blue, darker Owlbear-Blue, black and white with touches of gold accents, all thanks to Caroline's management. The outdoor area so far as one could see had been dressed in one of Lillith's illusions to mimic a beautiful forest clearing at purple-dusk with fireflies dancing, the shapes of buildings and foothills in the distance distinctly cast to look like the city and castle of Whitestone. Ignis and Emma stood by putting a few final touches on what they'd all started calling 'fancy barbecue,' an enormous buffet of haute cuisine smoked and grilled meats with artful sides, a table beside them holding up the massive layer cake Pike had tirelessly fussed into perfection. So many others had come together to help or to wish the de Rolos well - but there would be plenty of time over the evening for them to be thanked and recognized with food, drink, song - there was even an area marked out as a dance floor.

A freshly bathed Trinket in his very own bowtie lumbered up to Vex'ahlia to rumble and lick her face as the pair finally had a moment to react to the spectacle. At ground-level, a small disc-like device with a large serving spoon taped to it had been labeled with marker as Ensign Stubby, rolling its way between tables and chairs while balancing a large, many-times-stabbed basket of flower petals (with a handful left nestled in its giant spoon) on top of its flat surface like a drunken flower girl to finally bump into Vex and Percy's shoes. ...And possibly the best thing about their stunning surprise? That Peter boy had got the whole thing on VHS.
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The boy melodrama scene... You know the scene where the boys get together and they're driving or leaning against Baby, drinking a beer, sharing their feelings.


Sam would be like a little yappy dog, yapping and wouldn't shut up until Dean addressed it. )
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Caroline had been planning this dance for two months and two weeks, no thanks to the Inn deciding to suddenly open up a door to a space station right when she had originally scheduled the event. It was going to be perfect. The last week had been about decorating the ballroom properly, building on a fifties theme, even though most of the guests wouldn't get the reference.  She didn't really care if they did. It looked great no matter what.

Food was plentiful - provided by both guests working in the kitchens and the bakery to turn out fun, festival and cute finger foods and desserts. She'd set up the buffet tables herself, made sure the chafers had sternos to keep the hot dishes hot.  Drinks were provided at three locations around the room as well, with shifts divided between those who generally did the bartending.

Music was a mix of live and recorded and Caroline made sure that no one would end up playing too long if they didn't want to. Plus she wanted to be sure there were plenty of dance tracks and slow dances for the lovebirds in the crowd. Just because she was single didn't mean she couldn't appreciate love. 

 As she flipped on the stereo system, she had a nagging feeling like she was forgetting something, but she wasn't sure what. Oh well, at least people were starting to arrive.
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Sam thinks he's probably kissing Molly goodbye when he tells her about him and Bo. Instead he gets a soulgaze and more.
When: 2/7/2018
Where: Molly's room

The deeply bruised part of him (that he was sure was white, male, privileged, and a stupid asshole on top of it) would have preferred to put off talking to Molls. )
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Date: Backdated to November 2017

Sam and Mary have a talk about mothers and monsters, among other things.

[Here | rating: pg | status: completed | guilt, recriminations, apologies]
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Date: December 15, 2018

Sam promised Caroline he would tell Bo that they were doing a thing too so everything would be above board. Sam's bad day turns into that conversation, and then a conversation of an entirely different kind.

[Here | rating: nc-17 | status: completed | talking first, sex after]
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Caroline's see you around had turned out to be more like I won't see you if I can help it, and Sam had more or less accepted that was how it had to be for the time being. That didn't mean he wouldn't try to be around when he knew she would, just to say hi. Which meant that being around on Check-In Days was just plain smart.

Today, he happened to be reading a history of Asphodel Station, trying to understand this place that they'd found themselves connected to. So, if Caroline had come through, he actually hadn't seen her. He did see Regina when she came through to get her usual chicken Caesar salad, mostly because she stopped beside him and looked down at the book he was reading.

"That doesn't have an enchantment on it," she said, in a way he assumed was a question about its provenance. The implication there was that if it was from the library, it would have one of Illyana's enchantments on it.

"No," Sam answered her. "It's from the station. A history."

Regina frowned and crossed her arms. "How are you reading it?"

Sam shrugged. "I don't know. Psychic paper or something? It seems to be English."

Her gaze scoured the page and lit on the header which read, The Field of Flowers: Volume 1, Asphodel. "When you're done with it--"

"Yeah, I'll leave it in your office."

She nodded, walked off, and then turned back to offer, "Thank you," and continued on her way.

Sam shrugged. If she wanted to tangle with Illyana over the proper procedures for new books, he wasn't going to get in the middle of it. He was just an acquisition agent, nothing more. And today he wasn't even that. He was just a guy reading a book, waiting to see if anyone new showed up today.
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Sam and Caroline have a conversation they've both been dreading. She's just been expecting it for longer.
When: Feb. 3
Where: Hotel grounds

There is no you and me. That's what we agreed on. )

Going back to work doesn't turn out exactly how Caroline plans.

I think I've convinced the staff chef to stick to buffalo wings for the party. )
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Some time ago, Corbie had found a calendar and counted back from the spring equinox. And then ahead from the winter solstice. And settled on a date. And then she’d done it again the next day. And again the next, until she was finally satisfied that she’d correctly translated between calendar systems and definitely had the correct date. Caroline had caught her at it and pried it out of her that Corbie had been trying to figure out when her birthday was and, wheels turning behind her eyes, Caroline had left it there. And Corbie had forgotten all about it.

Which was how she could be surprised now as she was shunted into the cafe that Caroline had bullied cake out of Pike and had possibly bullied other people around the inn to come eat it.

Okay, that wasn’t fair. It was a kind gesture, since Corbie hadn’t told anybody. Hadn’t intended on telling anybody. Growing up, her birthday was only so big a deal. She and Gran hadn’t had very much money for presents or treats, though Gran had tried when Corbie was small; they were both always more concerned with having enough to get by. Birthdays were for rich kids. Or at least bourgeois kids. And then there was just the part where… well, what was the point? They were here. It made doing anything special for anybody kind of hard. If anybody cared enough.

… Okay, she was being entirely unfair, because here were two people who had cared enough and had tried for her and it was incredibly sweet.

Unexpected tears in her eyes, Corbie laughed and flitted to the café door, calling out to anybody in earshot. “Come help me eat cake!”
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There was a trope that in prison there wasn't much to do except work out or read. As colorful as Madonna Inn might be, it was still a prison. And look, somebody had put together a library.

Put fifty some people, many of them military, adventurers, vigilantes, or superheroes of one stripe or another, in a prison with none of the urgent missions or near-death experiences they were used to, the fitness center was going to be a popular place. Maybe almost as popular as the bar.

... Probably not quite that popular.

There were free weights and weight machines, treadmills and ellipticals, yoga mats and exercise balls. A room set aside for classes, if someone decided to lead. A large square had been taped over an area of the floor off to one side as a make-shift sparring space. Sports equipment had been brought back from Bonesville for those who preferred more organized games. And those who had been stuck here longest remembered there hadn't always been a salmon ladder.

In other words, something for just about everybody. And you could usually find someone in there if you were looking for a spotter, workout buddy, sparring partner, friendly competition too.
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A flyer adorned with little cupcakes and pies appears on the bulletin board with simple order forms pinned below.

The Slayer's Cake 2 is now open!

Stop by the bakery window in the Copper Cafe for treats, both sweet and savory. Fresh baked breads, croissants, cakes, cookies, pies, tarts, we can do it all!

Our daily offerings will usually vary based on our whims, but requests are always welcome.

Come by any day and grab something delicious. If no one's behind the counter, just help yourself!

For Valentine's Day, we're taking special orders! Menu items should be ordered on the page below by Tuesday, February 13th for delivery on the 14th. (But if it's a little late that's okay too.)

If you're looking for something extra special, stop by and talk to Pike or Rey directly
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The first of the month arrived and Kash took up his usual station at the edge of the Cafe with his eyes on the door. It had been his habit since he first arrived and learned that arrivals had a pattern, and he had kept to it when he realized that a lot of people showed up injured. It had nothing to do with expecting Zahra to come for him any day now. Nothing to do with wanting to be right here should she arrive. He was just doing his work as a healer.

From the new library, he had acquired a text on modern medicine. It sat in front of him, a cup of coffee by his hand that Kitty kept full of fresh, steaming brew, and a plate of chocolate chip cookies by his other hand. He wore the symbol that he refused to consider holy, his dark spear rested against the thigh closer to the wall, and he had prepared all of his healing spells, and a few damage and area of effect spells in case anything came through that posed a threat.

Kitty was on-shift, which used to mean covering the bar, the cafe, and the pool bar. Out of habit, she still watched all of them, but these days, she had plenty of help. Ignis or Emma were almost always in the kitchen and someone usually tended the bakery counter.

In short, there was absolutely nothing unusual about the day, Kitty or Kash. It was exactly like every other arrival day. The only exception, if it was one, was that Kash was almost as interested in his book as Kitty was her research.

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