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After the rescue, Kash and Zahra take a few days off for Zahra to recover.
When: March
Warning: trauma, NSFWish toward the end

Don't you dare apologize to me for some assholes putting you in a cage. )
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To: All
From: Lillith Anioska Daturai

Subject: Zahra and Kashaw Have Departed

I am sorry to make another such announcement so soon upon the last, but needs must, and I have not the heart to make the announcement in person.

Zahra and Kash have checked out of the Inn. Although I have not yet discussed it with the appropriate parties, I do consent to their inclusion on the memorial in the temple.

If anyone would like to take over Zahra's forge, it remains, although her tools left with her. There are a few weapons in progress, including new spears for Kash's students. Please speak to me if you would like them.

Snow, Kash left several items that I know he would want you to have, including Socks. I will keep them for you until you are ready to collect them, kochanie.

I will be in their room, my room, or the nursery if I am needed.

Lillith
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The woodwinds in her collection were for noodling mostly, and the violin was for memory of her family, but when Curnen really wanted to play she turned again and again to her guitar. This would probably always be her best instrument. It was the first of the month, she’d been here over a year, and it was probably a check-in day. So she sat on the lawn with her instrument in her lap, sending out a subtle magic to call anyone stranded in their little world this way.

At one point, though, she set aside the guitar and turned her face to the sky. For just a few minutes she required a different kind of magic.

It had been a week now since Scanlan had vanished in the battle. And Pike, too, though Curnen honestly couldn’t have cared less about her going away if she tried. Still. The two of them were family to people very dear to her, people who missed them. And Scanlan had been her friend. You marked something like that with a song.

Of all the money that e'er I had
I spent it in good company
And all the harm that e'er I've done
Alas, it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all


It was a traditional Irish goodbye, a farewell to friends said with love, drinking, well wishes, and the hope of meeting again. She couldn’t think of a better one for the occasion. And as she sang she twined her magic into her voice in a new way, sending the song to any ears that needed it, ears of those who knew and missed the departed. Not all of them might understand it, not all of them knew what she was, but she didn’t particularly care about that right now. The song was more important than the hiding.

Once the last note had dissipated she picked up her guitar again and resumed her work. If there were anybody out there, they had to know where to go.
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At the crest of the mountain, Coc'zac sat atop Nazu's head looking through a glass that Hotor held to his eye. Vokva sat beside them, little more than a pile of bones atop a pile of rocks, and Hafur paced behind them, holding the troops in check. They milled in the pre-dawn gloom, skeletons, wights, zombies, wraiths, and all manner of undead creatures. Periodically, Nazu swept the space behind them with their tail bowling over anyone who'd gotten too close.

The first pinpoint of light had Coc'zac's teeth chattering with excitement in his disembodied head. Today was the day he'd been planning for. Soon, soon the Inn and its occupants would be his. Nazu unleashed a heavy sigh tinged with poison and necrosis. Fortunately the troops were all dead already, and Coc'zac didn't have anything in the way of arms to hit them with.

It fell to Hafur to gesture the troops forward as punctuation to Coc'zac's 'rousing' speech, and together they crept through the portal, avoiding its fizzing and popping edges demarcated in what would be neon blue, if they could still see in color. They couldn't properly hear either, but they were aware of the noise and the danger it marked.

Once they were all through, the advance scouts, four bands of skeleton archers swept quietly as they could through the shadows to take up position around the main buildings, prepared to pick off anyone who exited--for example for a pre-sun jog. And once they'd settled into wary, silent waiting, occasionally interrupted by the pop of a joint or the clatter of toe bones on stone, the next wave rolled in finding shadows to hide in until the residents emerged with the wights taking point.The bone naga and three flameskulls slipped through the lobby doors and stealthed toward the offices, assuming to find the command center there.

It wasn't long before the invaders caught the notice of the residents, and then shouts began to echo through the grey light and journals filled with messages and reminders of siege plans. Several strongly worded messages urged the kids and those without weapons or fighting skills to head for the Temple where the Hallow spell would protect them from unholy undead things.

And so the battle for the Madonna Inn began...
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Kash dropped a kiss on Zahra's brow, murmured a quiet, "Rest well, baby," and then flicked off the lights to leave her in peace. She was so pregnant, it hurt to watch her walk, and an ankle and lower leg massage offered as much bliss as an orgasm (almost). Kash had served her with both to leave her relaxed enough to sleep while he served his clinic shift.

There was rarely call for healing in the Inn, but each of the doctors and healers took their turns in the clinic. Each had their own side projects as well, like Kash's herbs for salves and poultices and tisanes, and his learning modern medicine from books. Once he'd checked on his herbs, he spent most of his shift on the couch, leg crossed at the knee with an anatomy book resting on it, and a cup of coffee in his free hand.

Once his shift had ended, he made his way to the green behind the pool with a couple of beers for himself and Trinket, if his buddy wasn't busy. He Sent a quick message to Vex to let her know he was there, but he didn't mind if he didn't get a response. It wasn't more beer than he could drink by himself, and there was always more where it came from if he had more company than expected.

Later, come evening, he made his way over to the stables. In part, that was habit--he'd fed the beasts while Snow visited Europe, and it was also easier to check on them when they'd come in from the pastures for the day. He did a visual check first of all of the animals, didn't see anything that needed immediate attention, and climbed up to the loft to start tossing down hay. Snow didn't need his help, but it felt good to use his muscles for work.

He'd finished there by the time Z's responses to his Sendings started sounding like she wanted company again, and he suggested she might meet him for a swim before a late, light supper. He swam almost every night now, and this one would be no exception.

[ooc: Please ping or email before tagging. Once agreed, find him anywhere in this post.]
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Usually when Curnen played outside, she kept close to the buildings, halfway between practicing and performing. But this was different. She wasn't very good at woodwind instruments at all. And not wanting to make the other people in her building, or any other building, completely crazy with her efforts, she took herself out into the Secret Garden.

Anyway, she didn't want to be inside. Not when being cooped up here again rankled like it did.

Ireland had been good for Curnen. There was nowhere else a Tufa could go, even in a world without magic. Even if the people she loved best right now would not go with her. She had not been born until long after the exile had taken place, but she'd grown up hearing Bliss and her parents tell stories of the green island they'd come from. Grew up hearing the language of home that wasn't spoken outside the house much once white people came in, since it only confused them. So she'd roamed wherever she could in those two blissful weeks of freedom, exploring, busking when she could get away with it and her nerve held, and buying instruments.

She was of course limited by what was affordable and easy to carry. At first she'd tried to keep herself to a bodhran, something she'd been yearning for since "The Well Below the Valley" had lodged itself so firmly in her brain. But she didn't want to think about the why of that, and that, along with wanting variety and things to learn, she'd picked up a number of woodwind instruments. They were small and inexpensive. And given she was saving her lodging budget by couch surfing her way across the country, for once she thought nothing of spending money. It had led to a wooden flute, but also a penny whistle, a pan flute, and a jaw harp. In the moment she'd decided if she could learn to play a harmonica, she could at least try these other things.

And now she was back. It chafed. But she had distractions.

She sat on the deck in the garden with her distractions, the bodhran and the woodwinds all nearby, her bare feet dangling into the pond as she attempted to consistently get a clear tone from the flute.

And she was doing all right, but of course eventually something like a loud trilling squawk went out and she laughed brightly.

Hearing someone approach from behind her, Curnen called out, "I'd ask if you wanna try one, but I think my spit's in all of 'em by now. 'Cept the drum, the drum's okay."
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Kitty sat at the bar with a cup of coffee and her notebook, watching the 'welcoming committee' make themselves busy. Liz was here, as she'd promised Kitty she would be and Kitty gave her a quick smile of encouragement.

One of the worst things about Check-In Days was that you never knew whether it'd be a whole long day of no one arriving, one spectacular fall from the ceiling and dropping dead after another, or anything in between. It made it hard to know what to do with yourself. After awhile, you got used to it and just kept on with whatever you'd do otherwise, and know that if you didn't step up for a new arrival, someone else would. But for someone not used to treating it like a responsibility to be here, especially someone with Liz's anxious need to be perfect at it, Check-In Day could be emotionally exhausting.

So Kitty made sure to have milk warmed for hot cocoa and her plans for the obstacle course handy in case Liz needed something to do with herself. Otherwise, she was working on a modification of Cerebro to see if she could start detecting new arrivals.


[ooc: Regular check-in day gathering post. If you want Kitty, ping me.]
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It was hard to believe Vex had been at Madonna Inn almost a year. It felt both far longer and not nearly that long.

It also wasn't anything to celebrate. Unlike today, which demanded to be celebrated. Not with anything big or flashy. No surprise parties, thank you! But drinks certainly. Not like last year, though, when Vex hadn't been here at all, and Vax had attempted to drown himself and her absence in booze. It was their birthday and they were both here to raise a glass together.

So drinks. And cake, because birthdays had always meant cake, even when Vax had had to swipe it for them, or cut a purse to buy it. So when she slid into a booth in the bar, wearing a shirt Percy insisted she needed, she set a plate with two cupcakes, one almost black with chocolate and espresso, the other snowy white but flavored with mint, on the table between them and kissed her brother on the cheek, pleased to see he was wearing the shirt to match. They were twins, after all.

"Get us a drink," she said with a bright grin and a twinkle in her eye for the person passing by. "It's our birthday."



(tag either twinnie's TL, or get them both by request)
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Scanlan was bored. Even when he had 'settled' in Ank'Harel, there had been things to do and ways to keep busy. Here, there were no thugs or skeletons or even, gods forbid, dragons. For a while Scanlan had been happy about it, but now he realized there was something to be said about being home where shit hit the fan more often than not.

He was set up outside, since it was a fantastic day, by the pool in a chair. There was a sign that read 'Free Personalized Songs' and he currently had his lute in his lap. His shawm was on a small table beside him. He was currently strumming softly.
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Jackson is a fucking idiot, and gets into trouble with the Ver. It requires a wizard, a witch and a cleric to get him out of that trouble.

You fucking idiot. )
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It was a nice day out and the sun was shining bright.

Liz Parker took up residence in one of the lounge chairs by the pool, clad in jean shorts and a t-shirt, and was currently writing in her journal. She had a lot of thoughts about what she had learned with her readings with Emma. Several days after the initial news, Liz was no longer prone to crying if she dwelled too long on the subject of Max and Tess and Tess' pregnancy. Still, she hadn't quite gotten around to telling Kitty or Poitr or anyone else she might usually confide in. Only Peter knew.

I can't believe out of everyone at the Inn, the first person to know about my heartbreak with another guy is my boyfriend.

Meanwhile, a pregnant red Tiefling sat on the edge of the pool in a above-the-knee blue maternity dress. Her legs swished around idly in the water as she held up the What to Expect When You're Expecting. She was particularly looking for any sort of information on twins because, apparently, that was what she was having - they did run in the family, after all.
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May 1, International Labourer's Day, May Day.

As a girl, Regina had always wanted to attend the dances in the village, to hold a string and decorate the Maypole. Her mother had always said it was inappropriate. The one time she'd tried to go, her mother had trapped her in her room.

What had her thinking about May Day today, though, was the sheer volume of cakes and pies in the Slayer's Cake and the Copper Cafe. She'd even behaved cordially in the kitchen with Emma, when making an apple turnover and apple fritters to honor Ignis. He hadn't had much success in teaching her to cook, but she'd miss his even-tempered way with her.

She wasn't entirely sure whether it was May Day or Ignis or the frost broken during Bad Girls karaoke with Bo that had her sitting in the cafe today, and for once, she didn't particularly care. She was here, out among the people she considered hers, enjoying them--even if they never knew it.


[Regina isn't EPing. This is your regular check-in day GP.]
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It had been three weeks and change since Curnen had opened the egg to find her daddy's violin, and she'd practiced almost obsessively since then in order to make the instrument feel like it belonged in her hands, to feel like she was doing justice to a man who had given her his name and his love, if not his blood. She would never be as good as he had been, not if she played until time ended, but that didn't stop her.

Partly because she spent as little time indoors as she could, Curnen was out on the lawn near the main building as she tried her hand at "The Butterfly," an Irish jig that had come over with the Scots-Irish settlers. She knew it well, even if she couldn't quite get all of the notes. Her fingers were still not fast enough for that, but the effort wasn't sloppy. She kept in time, and what she lacked in precision she made up for in enthusiasm.

It might just have been a trick of the light. The sun, strengthening to summer, was already so bright and warm. A person could see something out of the corner of their eye that wasn't there. But as Curnen played there just may have been a shimmering shadow spreading wide, iridescent and fragile as a soap bubble at her back.

The faintest hint of long lost and dearly missed wings.

The song drew to a close and the shadow was gone. Curnen blinked up to meet the eyes of the person watching her. "What?"
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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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Prodded by Illyana, Geralt finally seeks out a healer. He finds someone who might actually be a friend.
When: after his thread with Illyana
Where: clinic


Amazing coincidence. I feel like shit )
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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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The day after talking to Pike, Scanlan decided it was probably time to actually talk to everyone else. He had mixed feelings considering he knew a whole bunch more than literally everyone else. And also some of them were going to be pissed at him. Again.

Several days of rest had done the Gnome good and he moved to sit down in the lobby. A public place was probably good in case there was a huge fight, right? Settling down on one of the couches, Scanlan spoke into his earring.

Hey, so, you all probably heard I'm here already, but here's my official hello and I'm in the lobby if you want to say hi.

Then he picked up his lute and started playing a little, but he was mostly tuning and fixing - it was as if being in a big battle against a god could damage your instruments or something.
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Kash's soulmate was here, and just in time for Valentine's Day. Too bad he'd never heard of the holiday before. One of the inn bicycles was probably not the best person to give lessons on not ending up couched on V-Day, but Coby was there, pot was plentiful, and Kash and Vax needed to know.

Jenga. Room 182. Hurry.... Hearts. Not daggers. Keeping our balls out of slings. )

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