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st_oryinsilenceLong and naturally straight, Maya's hair was about as low maintenance as you could get without shaving your head, but she enjoyed getting pampered as much as the next person. So even if her hair didn't technically need more than regular trims, she'd spent plenty of time in hair salons. Time spent watching in the mirror or with her chair turned to face more of the room so she could join in the conversations. Time watching high-priced, highly trained, ultra competitive New York stylists and aestheticians make other people look good.
Now she was stuck at the inn, and while she'd had a passing thought off and on to the gap in hotel amenities – usually when noticing someone else's hair in one of the more awkward stages of growing out – she hadn't made up her mind to do anything about it until she was comparing sections of her hair to make sure she got the ends even instead of jagged as she gave herself a trim.
Once she had, she'd taken over a room in the spa and put a note on the bulletin board offering:
Haircuts
Shampoo/Style/Blowdry
Facials/Facial Waxing
Saturday or by appointment
And when Saturday came, she was ready. Now to see if anybody wanted to take her up on the offer.
Now she was stuck at the inn, and while she'd had a passing thought off and on to the gap in hotel amenities – usually when noticing someone else's hair in one of the more awkward stages of growing out – she hadn't made up her mind to do anything about it until she was comparing sections of her hair to make sure she got the ends even instead of jagged as she gave herself a trim.
Once she had, she'd taken over a room in the spa and put a note on the bulletin board offering:
Shampoo/Style/Blowdry
Facials/Facial Waxing
Saturday or by appointment
And when Saturday came, she was ready. Now to see if anybody wanted to take her up on the offer.
[EP] I am made of stars - OTA
May. 2nd, 2018 11:20 amst_arkcrowblackIt was night and everything smelled like the sea.
Snow White lay spread-eagle in middle of the parking lot, staring up at the stars. Her hair fanned around her head, inky black and, seeing as she hadn’t bothered to cut it since her arrival, growing almost absurdly long.
The sun had set over an hour ago and the sky was full into the black. The moon, not quite full but still nearly so, shone down silver and cool like a single huge, impassive eye. The sight of so much sky and so little horizon left her feeling dizzy, as though if she could forget the feeling of pavement under her back she might float upward and be lost in that eternity up there. It reminded her distantly of Mrs. H’s mirror and how it had caught the moon in its glass. But not enough to spoil the view. Not enough to make her afraid.
She’d had the nightmare again last night, the one where she was caught in the room full of fire. In the beginning it came every night. Then slowly but surely, it became less frequent. She hadn’t burned through the night in months. Logically, it would be months again before the fire, but she still couldn’t quite face going in, lying down, and closing her eyes.
She thought of Sansa and--because she had never asked--wondered if the stars in Westeros were different from the ones above her now. She wondered if that velvet black had a texture, and then if it was stupid to wonder that. She named all the constellations and stars she knew, some from her childhood observations, some from books she’d read in the library. Her gaze fixed for a time on Polaris.
She didn’t think anybody was around to hear her. “It’s so far away that no matter where we are, that’s still north.” It was a wild thought.
Snow White lay spread-eagle in middle of the parking lot, staring up at the stars. Her hair fanned around her head, inky black and, seeing as she hadn’t bothered to cut it since her arrival, growing almost absurdly long.
The sun had set over an hour ago and the sky was full into the black. The moon, not quite full but still nearly so, shone down silver and cool like a single huge, impassive eye. The sight of so much sky and so little horizon left her feeling dizzy, as though if she could forget the feeling of pavement under her back she might float upward and be lost in that eternity up there. It reminded her distantly of Mrs. H’s mirror and how it had caught the moon in its glass. But not enough to spoil the view. Not enough to make her afraid.
She’d had the nightmare again last night, the one where she was caught in the room full of fire. In the beginning it came every night. Then slowly but surely, it became less frequent. She hadn’t burned through the night in months. Logically, it would be months again before the fire, but she still couldn’t quite face going in, lying down, and closing her eyes.
She thought of Sansa and--because she had never asked--wondered if the stars in Westeros were different from the ones above her now. She wondered if that velvet black had a texture, and then if it was stupid to wonder that. She named all the constellations and stars she knew, some from her childhood observations, some from books she’d read in the library. Her gaze fixed for a time on Polaris.
She didn’t think anybody was around to hear her. “It’s so far away that no matter where we are, that’s still north.” It was a wild thought.
[GP] The De Rolo Wedding Reception
Apr. 13th, 2018 08:39 amst_abbyThe 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.
...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.
Tags:
- alec mcdowell,
- bo dennis,
- caroline forbes,
- coby ward,
- curnen overbay,
- gartrett corbie,
- hugo "hurley" reyes,
- ignis scientia,
- james hathaway,
- kashaw vesh,
- kitty pryde,
- lillith daturai,
- liz parker,
- marie-ange colbert,
- mary winchester,
- maya lopez,
- mildmay foxe,
- moana,
- odo,
- percival de rolo,
- peter parker,
- pike trickfoot,
- regina mills,
- sam winchester,
- scanlan shorthalt,
- snow white,
- stephanie brown,
- sunny nwazue,
- vax'ildan,
- vex'ahlia,
- xavin,
- zahra hydris
Check-In: Easter Fool's Day
Apr. 1st, 2018 03:06 pmst_alksthroughwallsThe morning sun broke through leftover clouds, warming their backs as they ran. They'd been keeping up a running banter on the subject of Easter, Passover, and April Fool's Day, and what the Inn might do about any of them.
"Head first, obviously," Steph said, as they topped a rise.
"Totally. Feet first is just cruel," Kitty agreed, even though she was hardly an expert on the subject of chocolate Easter bunnies.
"Anyway, it's just not Easter without peep-jousting."
"Hey, it could happen." Kitty winced at the image of giant peeps having a medieval tournament on the main lawn and Ghostbusters-style marshmallow goo everywhere. An almost literal shudder passed over her at another thought, "Pray we don't get April Fool's versions of the Ten Plagues."
"That doesn't sound like comedy," Steph said.
"My point exactly." They hit the end of their route and turned to head back. "The Inn only thinks it's funny."
A few minutes passed in near silence as Kitty thought about all the ways this could go horribly wrong. Steph's, "Huh," broke her contemplation, and she followed the direction of Steph's pointing.
"Somehow," Steph said, "I didn't think an Easter egg hunt was even an option."
* * *
Whether Steph and Kitty were the first to discover the brightly colored eggs that didn't seem to want to open or not, they were definitely not the only ones. By the time they hauled a few eggs back to the cafe, showered and returned, the eggs were starting to pile up. So far, none of them were open, even though there were clearly items of varying weights inside.
"I really hope those aren't new arrivals," Kitty said to no one in particular, because there were just too many ways the Inn could play with death, dough, risen and rise.
"Head first, obviously," Steph said, as they topped a rise.
"Totally. Feet first is just cruel," Kitty agreed, even though she was hardly an expert on the subject of chocolate Easter bunnies.
"Anyway, it's just not Easter without peep-jousting."
"Hey, it could happen." Kitty winced at the image of giant peeps having a medieval tournament on the main lawn and Ghostbusters-style marshmallow goo everywhere. An almost literal shudder passed over her at another thought, "Pray we don't get April Fool's versions of the Ten Plagues."
"That doesn't sound like comedy," Steph said.
"My point exactly." They hit the end of their route and turned to head back. "The Inn only thinks it's funny."
A few minutes passed in near silence as Kitty thought about all the ways this could go horribly wrong. Steph's, "Huh," broke her contemplation, and she followed the direction of Steph's pointing.
"Somehow," Steph said, "I didn't think an Easter egg hunt was even an option."
* * *
Whether Steph and Kitty were the first to discover the brightly colored eggs that didn't seem to want to open or not, they were definitely not the only ones. By the time they hauled a few eggs back to the cafe, showered and returned, the eggs were starting to pile up. So far, none of them were open, even though there were clearly items of varying weights inside.
"I really hope those aren't new arrivals," Kitty said to no one in particular, because there were just too many ways the Inn could play with death, dough, risen and rise.
Tags:
- # check-in day,
- # inn-world: easter fool's day,
- alec mcdowell,
- bo dennis,
- buffy summers,
- curnen overbay,
- dean winchester,
- dorian pavus,
- gartrett corbie,
- homer jackson,
- hugo "hurley" reyes,
- james hathaway,
- jane doe,
- kitty pryde,
- liz parker,
- makoto kimura,
- mary winchester,
- maya lopez,
- mildmay foxe,
- molly carpenter,
- percival de rolo,
- pike trickfoot,
- regina mills,
- river song,
- river tam,
- scanlan shorthalt,
- snow white,
- sora,
- stephanie brown,
- sunny nwazue,
- vax'ildan,
- vex'ahlia,
- xavin,
- zahra hydris
Welcome to Spring! (Dance)
Mar. 21st, 2018 06:13 pmst_raighttovampireCaroline 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.
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.
Tags:
- adrian tepes,
- alec mcdowell,
- bo dennis,
- buffy summers,
- carlos ramirez,
- caroline forbes,
- coby ward,
- curnen overbay,
- dean winchester,
- gartrett corbie,
- geralt of rivia,
- homer jackson,
- illyana rasputin,
- jag,
- jane doe,
- kashaw vesh,
- kitty pryde,
- liz parker,
- marie-ange colbert,
- maya lopez,
- miguel rivera,
- moana,
- molly carpenter,
- percival de rolo,
- peter parker,
- pike trickfoot,
- sam winchester,
- snow white,
- stephanie brown,
- sunny nwazue,
- vax'ildan,
- vex'ahlia,
- xavin,
- zahra hydris
[GP/EP] Pie for Pi Day
Mar. 14th, 2018 01:51 pmst_ackeddeckThe only ones who might have known yesterday held any significance were Jag and Sunny, and if they did, they also knew her well enough to know she wasn't big on celebrations. Her one tradition, a new deck for her birthday, hadn't been possible this year, since she hadn't found anything like a tarot deck on Asphodel Station. But that was okay.
Pi Day, on the other hand, was worth celebrating. Everybody liked pie. Last week, she'd talked to Pike, who had been curious and excited about a holiday for pie, and seemed eager to help. Yesterday, she'd put a notice on the bulletin board, hand-lettered over a watercolor scene of pies and more pies. She'd also made ice cream in a variety of flavors, since she wasn't Bobby to freeze it on demand, in less time than it took to prepare the custard base. Today, she left the non-pie food preparation to Ignis, the chicken chef, and anyone who wanted to fend for themselves.
Today, along with Pike and anyone else who wanted to and knew what they were doing, Emma baked pies. Fruit pies and cream pies. Quiche and pot pies. Shepherd's pie and meat pies. Hand pies, savory or sweet, baked or fried. As close as she could get to real Brooklyn-style pizza this far from Brooklyn. Some were decorated with the symbol π or the first few digits of the number it represented, as a vent in a top crust, piped in whipped cream, or carefully laid out in caramelized onions depending on the pie. And because she couldn't resist the visual pun any more now than she could the first time she celebrated Pi Day at the castle, a square apple pie (one of Bobby's favorites) and cherry tart (a recipe she'd learned from Sabine, the fruits a deep ruby red against white cream and pale crust that would have appealed to her cousin's aesthetics).
It wasn't the same as Pi Day at the castle, but there was a bustle and energy as people moved between the kitchens, the bakery, and the cafe, sitting to talk over a slice, or helping each other choose what to taste next. As long as Emma stayed busy, she could enjoy the memories without dwelling on the people she missed.
And there was pie. Everybody likes pie.
Pi Day, on the other hand, was worth celebrating. Everybody liked pie. Last week, she'd talked to Pike, who had been curious and excited about a holiday for pie, and seemed eager to help. Yesterday, she'd put a notice on the bulletin board, hand-lettered over a watercolor scene of pies and more pies. She'd also made ice cream in a variety of flavors, since she wasn't Bobby to freeze it on demand, in less time than it took to prepare the custard base. Today, she left the non-pie food preparation to Ignis, the chicken chef, and anyone who wanted to fend for themselves.
Today, along with Pike and anyone else who wanted to and knew what they were doing, Emma baked pies. Fruit pies and cream pies. Quiche and pot pies. Shepherd's pie and meat pies. Hand pies, savory or sweet, baked or fried. As close as she could get to real Brooklyn-style pizza this far from Brooklyn. Some were decorated with the symbol π or the first few digits of the number it represented, as a vent in a top crust, piped in whipped cream, or carefully laid out in caramelized onions depending on the pie. And because she couldn't resist the visual pun any more now than she could the first time she celebrated Pi Day at the castle, a square apple pie (one of Bobby's favorites) and cherry tart (a recipe she'd learned from Sabine, the fruits a deep ruby red against white cream and pale crust that would have appealed to her cousin's aesthetics).
It wasn't the same as Pi Day at the castle, but there was a bustle and energy as people moved between the kitchens, the bakery, and the cafe, sitting to talk over a slice, or helping each other choose what to taste next. As long as Emma stayed busy, she could enjoy the memories without dwelling on the people she missed.
And there was pie. Everybody likes pie.
[GP] training day
Feb. 21st, 2018 01:09 pmst_oryinsilenceThere 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.
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.
st_opsummoningmeFreedom from her bonds had given Illyana more than freedom of movement. It had returned to her the use of her magik and her ability to teleport. These abilities had, in turn, allowed her to finish making ready the library for public use. It was less about collecting books and media from around the premises (and some from Limbo, or donated collections harvested from the Otherworlds) and arranging shelving and seating, most of which had been relatively easily done. It was more a matter of laying the appropriate wards, and negotiating the finer points of the old-fashioned catalog and check-out system, which included odd donated items such as sporting equipment and electronic devices available for rental. Xavin's espresso machine counter necessitated a mini-bar refrigerator, glass-domed cake stands for assorted pastries brought in from the kitchen, and various cafe sundries.
Repurposed from what had been the 'Garden Room,' the library space with its high wooden ceilings, chandeliers, and landscape murals over busy floral carpet still looked somewhat like a touristy banquet hall, yet the area was now also highly saturated with layered magic. The hodgepodge collection of random books and so on were fiercely protected by these magics. When needed and as possible, worn volumes had been restored. The books could not be damaged nor marred from here on out, at least not by coffee spills nor page-tearing or inconsiderate attempts at margin notation. Nor would they leave the boundaries of the library area without proper dispensation, simply stopping mid-air and dropping should the attempt be made at the threshold. Ask at the Desk for Assistance With These Items, prompted the signs on several glass display cases featuring certain perhaps unsettling curiosities within - books in arcane languages, skulls from indeterminate creatures, and artifacts such as a green glowing cube suspended on a chain. At said desk, a gleaming service bell sat waiting, should the staff be needed and not clearly present.
Illyana finished affixing the large engraved plaque to the wall beside the double-doors, and then returned to attend the newly opened library with little fanfare:
Madonna Inn Expanded Public Library
Established ~01.25.2018 Earthly Gregorian Calendar
Open All Hours
Volunteer Staff on Duty as Schedules Allow
Classes & Tutoring for Most Subjects Available Upon Request
Donations Encouraged
Disruptive Patrons Will Be Zealously Evicted
Repurposed from what had been the 'Garden Room,' the library space with its high wooden ceilings, chandeliers, and landscape murals over busy floral carpet still looked somewhat like a touristy banquet hall, yet the area was now also highly saturated with layered magic. The hodgepodge collection of random books and so on were fiercely protected by these magics. When needed and as possible, worn volumes had been restored. The books could not be damaged nor marred from here on out, at least not by coffee spills nor page-tearing or inconsiderate attempts at margin notation. Nor would they leave the boundaries of the library area without proper dispensation, simply stopping mid-air and dropping should the attempt be made at the threshold. Ask at the Desk for Assistance With These Items, prompted the signs on several glass display cases featuring certain perhaps unsettling curiosities within - books in arcane languages, skulls from indeterminate creatures, and artifacts such as a green glowing cube suspended on a chain. At said desk, a gleaming service bell sat waiting, should the staff be needed and not clearly present.
Illyana finished affixing the large engraved plaque to the wall beside the double-doors, and then returned to attend the newly opened library with little fanfare:
Madonna Inn Expanded Public Library
Established ~01.25.2018 Earthly Gregorian Calendar
Open All Hours
Volunteer Staff on Duty as Schedules Allow
Classes & Tutoring for Most Subjects Available Upon Request
Donations Encouraged
Disruptive Patrons Will Be Zealously Evicted
Tags:
- abby sciuto,
- adrian tepes,
- dorian pavus,
- gartrett corbie,
- homer jackson,
- illyana rasputin,
- kitty pryde,
- lillith daturai,
- liz parker,
- marie-ange colbert,
- maya lopez,
- moana,
- percival de rolo,
- peter parker,
- piotr rasputin,
- regina mills,
- sam winchester,
- snow white,
- stephanie brown,
- sunny nwazue,
- vex'ahlia,
- waldo butters,
- xavin
st_rikingblueeyes"Throw it."
Corbie gave a start and stared at the other girl. She couldn't think of any circumstance under which she might do such a thing. Books were precious, and so rare in their tiny bubble world. And even in the small amount of time they'd been truly a part of Corbie's life, she'd learned to treat them with a kind of reverence. But Sunny only smirked and said again, "Throw it. It's mine and I'm saying it's okay."
Still, Corbie hesitated and looked around, as if expecting somehow to be punished for it. But there was no one by the pool but the two of them. In the dead of winter it was still 60 degrees outside with bright sunshine, but that was still too cold to get in that water for most. Fully clothed and keeping to the deck chairs, it was definitely too cold for them.
So the slim green volume by the title of Fast Facts for Free Agents flew from Corbie's hand to land further down the deck. Where it lay for a moment before sprouting legs--so many legs--and crawling back to Corbie and into her lap.
This, naturally, set Corbie's skin crawling and she looked ready to throw the thing again, which made Sunny laugh.
"I'm nobody's teacher," Sunny said with a shake of the head. "I'm still learning, myself. Spend some time with Isong. I hate her, but she knows what she's talking about."
Corbie frowned at that. "Then why keep the book?"
Sunny grinned sharply. "It fuels me."
At which point, Corbie backed away from the big girl with big hair and her strange green knife, but still started thumbing through the text to see what she could find.
Truly, Sunny didn't consider herself advanced enough to teach. She was still trying to make Ndibu level. And while that was far more advanced than many Leopard People got, as a free agent she knew that standards for her would be much higher than others. Wasn't that the story of her life.
So while Corbie eventually went over to the pool and started playing with the water, Sunny kept one eye on that and focused most of her attention on another book written entirely in Nsibidi. She had read it many times, read both the stories it contained, which she thought of as its day face and its night face. What she was looking for now, lightly experimenting in chalk on the ground, was which symbols might be the best for creating a spell to get the hell out of here.
Corbie gave a start and stared at the other girl. She couldn't think of any circumstance under which she might do such a thing. Books were precious, and so rare in their tiny bubble world. And even in the small amount of time they'd been truly a part of Corbie's life, she'd learned to treat them with a kind of reverence. But Sunny only smirked and said again, "Throw it. It's mine and I'm saying it's okay."
Still, Corbie hesitated and looked around, as if expecting somehow to be punished for it. But there was no one by the pool but the two of them. In the dead of winter it was still 60 degrees outside with bright sunshine, but that was still too cold to get in that water for most. Fully clothed and keeping to the deck chairs, it was definitely too cold for them.
So the slim green volume by the title of Fast Facts for Free Agents flew from Corbie's hand to land further down the deck. Where it lay for a moment before sprouting legs--so many legs--and crawling back to Corbie and into her lap.
This, naturally, set Corbie's skin crawling and she looked ready to throw the thing again, which made Sunny laugh.
"I'm nobody's teacher," Sunny said with a shake of the head. "I'm still learning, myself. Spend some time with Isong. I hate her, but she knows what she's talking about."
Corbie frowned at that. "Then why keep the book?"
Sunny grinned sharply. "It fuels me."
At which point, Corbie backed away from the big girl with big hair and her strange green knife, but still started thumbing through the text to see what she could find.
Truly, Sunny didn't consider herself advanced enough to teach. She was still trying to make Ndibu level. And while that was far more advanced than many Leopard People got, as a free agent she knew that standards for her would be much higher than others. Wasn't that the story of her life.
So while Corbie eventually went over to the pool and started playing with the water, Sunny kept one eye on that and focused most of her attention on another book written entirely in Nsibidi. She had read it many times, read both the stories it contained, which she thought of as its day face and its night face. What she was looking for now, lightly experimenting in chalk on the ground, was which symbols might be the best for creating a spell to get the hell out of here.
[GP/EP] Check-in Day
Jan. 15th, 2018 04:59 pmst_oneswidowAt some point when she wasn't paying attention, this had become something of a ritual in Curnen's life. The days where they might expect people to turn up at the inn, she'd be on the roof of the main building singing up at the sky. It wasn't like winter was really a barrier here. It wasn't like winter was really happening. But a body could get awful far away from the inn and not know quite where to go.
Besides, it felt good, really letting her voice out in full force. She knew people could hear her all over the grounds, but it didn't feel like having an audience.
She'd picked this one up in Maine, and while it wasn't an obvious choice for any sort of come this way sort of magic, it was a work song. The kind of thing with an easy pattern that anybody could pick up.
Oh, we'd be alright if the wind was in our sails
We'd be alright if the wind was in our sails
We'd be alright if the wind was in our sails
And we'll all hang on behind...
And we'll ro-o-oll the old chariot along!
We'll ro-o-oll the golden chariot along!
We'll ro-o-oll the old chariot along!
And we'll all hang on behind!
Come on here. You'd be all right.
Besides, it felt good, really letting her voice out in full force. She knew people could hear her all over the grounds, but it didn't feel like having an audience.
She'd picked this one up in Maine, and while it wasn't an obvious choice for any sort of come this way sort of magic, it was a work song. The kind of thing with an easy pattern that anybody could pick up.
Oh, we'd be alright if the wind was in our sails
We'd be alright if the wind was in our sails
We'd be alright if the wind was in our sails
And we'll all hang on behind...
And we'll ro-o-oll the old chariot along!
We'll ro-o-oll the golden chariot along!
We'll ro-o-oll the old chariot along!
And we'll all hang on behind!
Come on here. You'd be all right.
