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Jackson was, as often at this hour (unless he had plans with Corbie), at the bar, and well on his way to completely sozzled. He would have sworn up and down that he could still walk in a straight line, if asked, but the truth was that that line would have to be a little squiggly in places. But his Virginia drawl was more pronounced than usual, and he was at that energetic, talking-too-much stage where everybody nearby might be treated as a friend, no matter what his relation to them were, if they even had one.

"We don't talk about it often enough," he told the next such person his eyes landed on, without so much as a hello, "but the clitoris is, by far, the best organ in the entire human body. 'd ya know it's the only organ, the only one, that serves no purpose but pleasure? That's just..." His hands moved in the air as he looked for the right word, narrowly avoiding splashing bourbon with the one still holding a glass. "That's amazin'. Twice as many nerve endings as in a penis, too. Just picture that amount of pleasure. Men got played."

Perfectly respectable conversation to have with anyone, after ingesting as much bourbon as he had. Perfectly. Respectable.

st_ayedhidden

It was early in the morning, around 5 AM, when Annie made her way to the cafe. It was earlier than most children her age chose to be awake, but she had been drawn out of her slumber from a bad dream again. She had a cup of white milk on the table along with several blank pieces of paper and crayons. There were also a lot of papers with drawings on it. What would be most noticeable was that all of them seemed similar in what they pictured. In each picture there was a big, black shadow that took up most of the space. It didn't look friendly.

Currently Annie was working on another shadow drawing. Her black crayon was well used at this point.

st_ubby

The past few days had been at least a year's worth of emotions and exhaustion, and Vex... and Vex didn't even know how to finish that thought. What she did know was the suite was starting to feel way too small and constricting, and if she didn't get out of their rooms for a little while, she was going to go batty.

She'd finished feeding Elaina and changed her diaper – thank Pelor they no longer looked like something a black pudding left behind – and by the time the baby was dressed in the light layers all the books insisted were the only way to go, she was sound asleep again. And even more miraculously, the rain that had been falling all day decided to take a break. Vex grabbed one of the ever-present towels she was using as a baby blanket and draped it over Elaina where she slept tucked against Vex's chest. If she needed anything that wasn't already in her bag, she could always call Percy or Vax over the earrings to bring it.

Vex took a deep breath of rain-fresh air when she stepped out of the suite, and then paused, waiting and hoping she hadn't disturbed the baby's sleep. Elaina nestled closer, but didn't seem to wake, and Vex started a slow stroll, falling into an almost instinctive movement that lightly rocked the sleeping baby. She tipped her head up toward the sky, smiling at the sun peeking out from behind grey clouds. It felt so good just to be out and moving around, but it wasn't long before her attention turned once again to the bundle she carried and how her heart filled with warmth and love.

Who cared if there were dark circles under her eyes? If there was still a carefulness to how she walked that hinted at some hidden discomfort? There was an easy smile in the curve of her mouth that didn't fade, but got brighter and wider whenever she got to introduce someone to the youngest de Rolo.

Eventually she headed to the cafe. Maybe she could find out what those bug-things were the chef was cooking today.

[ooc: Meet Vex and baby Elaina either walking outside or in the cafe.]

st_arkcrowblack

While she had someone to supply her with bullets now, Snow White did not waste her ammunition lightly at the inn. So that there was a shooting gallery at the carnival made her heart do something akin to leap. The BB gun was not Rose Red, was not even very good, but it felt better than sex ever could hitting targets. She fell into a rhythm of girl, gun, and motion so smooth it was like she’d never been forced to stop listening to a gun sing, grinning as she almost never did with fierce joy.
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Corbie was still spinning after getting off the teacup ride, or at least her head was. Well, okay, probably walking kind of crooked. At first she hadn’t really understood what to do, until she saw other people scrambling for the wheel at the center of the cup.

Then she’d gone to town.

Probably a little too enthusiastic, given the way her legs wobbled and she collapsed onto a convenient nearby bench, giggling like a giddy kid.
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Curnen wasn’t entirely sure what she was eating, but it was something deep fried and delicious. Earlier she’d had a piece of frozen cheesecake—something that had never crossed her mind before and seemed at once like of course she should have considered something so amazing—but even as she regained her humanity she was still something of a bottomless pit.

Bliss would have told her she was going to stop her heart eating this crap, but Curnen didn’t care. Hell, she’d probably find some ride to hop on right after this and maybe throw it all up again, and she didn’t care about that, either. For now, though, she watched people having fun for a change instead of living lives of quiet desperation.
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For Sunny, the rides had nothing on the skating. She hadn’t been skating since that day she’d… but no, no she was not going to think about Phouka. That way didn’t lead to anything good. But in any case, it had been years since she’d last strapped on a pair of skates. At first there’s been some clumsiness as she tried and momentarily failed to remember the feel of it—at least one fall on her ass she hoped no one had been paying attention to—but it wasn’t long before she got the hang of it again. And then she was fair flying across the ice, legs pumping like a well-oiled machine. She whooped like a kid and tried to go even faster.

She might take an epic tumble on the ice, but that didn’t intimidate her in the slightest.

(Four-way EP because why the hell not. Please specify which girl you're tagging in subject line.)

st_oriedqueen

If the Madonna Inn had been designed for anything, it was Christmas. And the Dickensian addition of ghosts, including Killian's brother, had only made it more so. Of course Christmas meant families (to most people), and with Snow still skirting spaces Emma was in, that iced the Christmas cake of awkward in neurotic orange and purple.

Still, gifts had been exchanged, she'd helped Snow with the horses and now Regina sat tucked into a booth in the restaurant with a mug of mulled wine, watching the people of the Inn enjoying the holiday with a smile on her face. She'd sent Snow a message and asked if she wouldn't join her for a little while.

She hadn't been waiting long when hands reached from behind her to cover her eyes. It wasn't Snow. She didn't play like this. It might be Corbie, but she'd been tending Mildmay. Not Dyson, the hands were too small.

"Can't you guess?" said a young male voice.

Regina froze. The mug fell from her fingers. "...Henry?" The mug fell and splashed her with hot wine. "Sh--"

"Ow, mom. Are you okay?" His hands fell away and he peered over her shoulder.

Not even bothering to magic away the spill, she leapt out of the booth and flung her arms around her son. "Henry."

* * *
At the front of the restaurant, a weathered-looking man with dark hair and smiling eyes stood quietly watching that reunion. His reason for being here would arrive soon. Whistling, he walked into the bar and picked up a rag. No sense wasting time when there was always work to do.

* * *
"Stop staring, mom." Henry shook his head at her, but his voice was gentle and his hug tight when he reminded her, "I'm not going anywhere for a few days."

"A few days," Regina repeated. At least she'd stopped crying. That had taken the better part of an hour, and he'd let her tell him everything, even though he already knew. "There's so much..."

"It's okay, mom." Henry hugged her again and then stuck out a hand for her. "C'mon. I want to meet everyone." And see his other mom and Hook, but that would happen. They'd seen him more recently. Mom needed him first.

[ Backdated to Christmas afternoon. Henry is sticking around for several days. Bear is only here for Snow. If you're not tagged in the subject line, please ping before tagging Henry and Regina. ]

st_ratagem

Thor and Loki got an early start, because there was a lot to do. Almost two weeks to the day since their first small-but-successful experiment with snow, Loki was confident that he'd improved enough for a bigger experiment. Still snow, because Thor wanted it and it did seem like a decent way to try something big-ish without causing Loki unnecessary grief with the other residents. (It was an arrival day, so there would perhaps be some grief with any new arrivals, but that was entirely acceptable.)

It was before dawn when they went out into the grounds. Thor called up clouds and loaded them with water so they hung low and heavy, covering the sky so that the sun, when it rose, wouldn't ruin the event. Loki took his frost giant shape and staff (now very familiar to his hand) and concentrated on dropping the temperature. Just around the Inn and grounds, but that was enough to be serious effort.

When the snow first started, the flakes were big and wet, and melted as soon as they hit the ground, which was still on the warm side. As they melted, they cooled the ground. After an hour or so, the flakes were smaller and more powdery - real snow, not glorified slush - and they were starting to stick to the ground.

By mid-morning, the Inn and grounds were covered with a thick layer of snow, and it continued to fall.

***

Meanwhile, indoors and inspired by the snow, Hurley and Xavin decided to try and make cookies. Cooking together was fun, since neither of them exactly knew what they were doing apart from 'follow the recipe', but since the point was 'try to make cookies' they ended up with a lot of cookies. Sugar cookies, gingerbread, all kinds.

There was no way they'd be able to eat all of them.

Instead, they loaded them onto trays and hauled them to the cafe, then brought out various frostings and candies for decorating. This had been completely intentional. Completely.

st_huntermom

Mary was helping Caroline with providing the sweets for the party - cupcakes, cookies, Rice Krispies, and a bunch of other things. There was 'real food' provided by the restaurant. there were alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks all themed for the event of Halloween and there is even music to. Caroline's decorating skills where again proven as the entire space looked as if it had been turned into Halloweentown.

Mary's at the last tray of cupcakes that look like they had spiders on them down on the table and sighed. Her work for the party was done and now she can relax. She was already in costume with some blue and pink streaks in her hair and a t-shirt that hung up one shoulder that had a skull in the front. Her makeup was indicative of a punk rocker and she even had a fake nose ring on. Now all she had to hope was that Hathaway was going to keep up his end of the bargain or else she might look up at silly.

st_ingofthehundred

On Asphodel Station, Zahra gets captured and Kash knocked out. Dyson and Snow find him.
When: March-ish

( I still say it's weird. Living surrounded by metal like this. )

st_arkcrowblack

Anybody coming to find out what all the noise in the lobby had been about would find a girl sitting on the floor with a cat in her lap, bloodied hands stroking over its black fur.

When Yasmeen had gone away, when Sansa had gone away, Snow had managed to get herself out and away from the inn where she could let her noise out without fearing any person, or more importantly, the horses. And both those times, Kash had found her and helped her scrape herself back together. She had come so much to rely on him being there, that at first she hadn't believed it. She'd gone searching, like a child trying to grasp the meaning of dead. She'd wandered all over the grounds, gone to his room, gone to the stables, gone to the clinic, walked miles of paths. It was only then that she'd given up and asked Darryl.

Then she lost her shit.

She howled, threw anything small and breakable that she could lay her hands on, and punched the walls until her knuckles were raw and bleeding.

What was she going to do without him? Kash had always been there for her when she didn't think she could talk to anybody else. He had saved Juno. Who would help her now when any of the animals were injured or sick? Who would hear what she was saying, even when she couldn't say it? He was her friend. Perhaps the best friend she'd ever had.

This was what happened when you trusted people. They just left. They just fucking left.

And she probably would have screamed herself hoarse if it weren't for the feeling of a furry little body slinking around one of her ankles. Of course she wouldn't have been the only one left behind (which was a cruel and unfair thing to think, she was not the only person who loved Kash. She just didn't care right now). She crumpled to her knees and Socks climbed into her lap. After a long moment she began to pet him, no longer the little kitten she'd held out to Kash last Christmas. There was no peace in the silence, but she could not continue to rage with Socks holding her down. The moment he left that place, it would all rise up again. So for now, she sat there in the mess she'd made, staring at nothing, her blood running into his fur.

st_opsummoningme

( Illyana and Kitty pregame the art sale with some complicated feels... )

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The library would have made more sense. And felt all wrong. So Illyana had agreed to Kitty's suggestion of having an impromptu art show of Piotr's work in the Copper Cafe. Perhaps 'art sale' would be more technically correct, though something of a misnomer when no money or trade would be expected. Illyana wasn't keeping Piotr's many works, was the point, but destroying them or shutting them away never to be seen again would have felt sacrilegious in its own right. The best solution would be for other residents to come take away some of Piotr's artwork and keep it for their own enjoyment. If they could remember her brother in such a way... Or if they could at least find in his artistic renderings some piece of beauty that he must have intended to express. That seemed fitting.

It was also a socially acceptable place to drink, which was absolutely relevant to their interests. They spent a good hour arranging canvases on the walls and propping them up against the booths and stools, laying out sketchbooks and drawings (save a few special items), passing a bottle of vodka liberally between them all the while. That done, Illyana updated her previous journal entry announcing Piotr's departure to invite everyone to stop by, and the pair of them settled in more than a bit drunkenly to recount their favorite Piotr stories as they waited.

Tag Kitty or Illyana under their TL. We're not dictating every work of art available - as long as it's not too crazy a subject, please assume your character can find something of interest to their taste!

st_rongliketeflon

Maria decided to take a page out of Liz's book and waitress. She enjoyed the casual attire and lack of uniform. She liked she could make her own hours. She liked that she could take breaks whenever she wanted. If only real life could be like this.

She was still learning the ropes of the Madonna Inn. She knew her way around now, but the quirks of each person was still a mystery to her. Her fashion remained the same which was the 90s with hints of hippie inspiration from her mother. Today Maria wore jeans and a tank top. She brought an order out and placed it on the table. "Here you go. Hot out of the oven."

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Brad was also at the restaurant. He was working on some writing he had started when he first got here. What was first letters to his mom and brother were now stories of the Inn. The creative writing class had always been one of Bradley's favorite classes. He found writing about the Inn and the events that transpired calming in an otherwise nerve-wracking place. As he went to write on the next piece of paper, one of his full ones flew off the table and drifted away. On that paper was the beginning of the retelling of the attack on the Inn.

st_ubby

( secrets and thieves and things done in the septad-night )

~*~*~*~*~

( deliver the light of the Dawnfather )

st_oneswidow

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.

st_ingofthehundred

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.]

st_illavirgin

Carlos hated being back at the hotel. He had begun by trying to access the Nevernever but that had totally failed, then caught up with Buffy to go and visit both London and Edinburgh, for varying reasons, and the rest of the time he had headed to Spain - he may have been well travelled, but rarely got time to be a tourist - but his time relaxing and finding out about Spain had been unceremoniously cut short when he woke up and found himself back at the hotel. For a few moments he lay there, utterly fed up, and just feeling incredibly homesick.

That only lasted a few minutes; after that he was a man on a mission.

He hunted out Caroline, and had a long chat with her. Plans were set. Time to cook up a storm. They'd missed 4th July, this could serve as a belated celebration, as well as a 'things ain't all bad here' event. Posters went up throughout the hotel, giving notice of a cook out. Everyone was encouraged to attend. What could be bad about this?

Grills were set up outside to cook up as much meat as they could hold; non-meat options were there as well for variety; salads prepared... a vast array of food to try and cheer up anyone who needed it. Carlos took his place at the grills, brandishing tools, turning the meat over just at the right point.

All that was needed now was people to attend.

[ooc: Use as a general gathering post - if you want Carlos specifically, tag him in the subject line]

st_ubby

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)

st_arkcrowblack

It 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.

st_abby

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.

st_alksthroughwalls

The 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.

st_raighttovampire

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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st_illfleshandblood - [OTA] Amazing Organ
st_ayedhidden - [EP] Shadows (OTA)
st_ubby - [OTA] such a nice way to start people
st_arkcrowblack - [EP] She moved through the fair - OTA
st_oriedqueen - [Backdated] Ghosts of Winter: Best Christmas Gifts, Tag Snow, Emma, Dyson, Hook
st_ratagem - [GP] SNOW DAY
st_huntermom - [GP] Halloween Party
st_ingofthehundred - [ Log ] Captured: Zahra x Kash; Missing: Dyson x Snow; Rescue: All
st_arkcrowblack - [EP] The eye of the storm
st_opsummoningme - [EP] Illyana & Kitty - Rasputin Family Art Sale
st_rongliketeflon - [EP] Maria and Brad - OTA
st_ubby - [OTA] Night and Day (Mildmay or Vex)
st_oneswidow - [GP/EP] Check-in Day
st_ingofthehundred - Backdated: [ For Coby, Vex, Snow, others by arrangement ]
st_illavirgin - [GP] Food for the soul
st_ubby - [EP] NOT the Worst Birthday Ever
st_arkcrowblack - [EP] I am made of stars - OTA
st_abby - [GP] The De Rolo Wedding Reception
st_alksthroughwalls - Check-In: Easter Fool's Day
st_raighttovampire - Welcome to Spring! (Dance)

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Strange Trip

You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave

Entries tagged with snow white

[OTA] Amazing Organ

[EP] Shadows (OTA)

[OTA] such a nice way to start people

[EP] She moved through the fair - OTA

[Backdated] Ghosts of Winter: Best Christmas Gifts, Tag Snow, Emma, Dyson, Hook

[GP] SNOW DAY

[GP] Halloween Party

[ Log ] Captured: Zahra x Kash; Missing: Dyson x Snow; Rescue: All

[EP] The eye of the storm

[EP] Illyana & Kitty - Rasputin Family Art Sale

[EP] Maria and Brad - OTA

[OTA] Night and Day (Mildmay or Vex)

[GP/EP] Check-in Day

Backdated: [ For Coby, Vex, Snow, others by arrangement ]

[GP] Food for the soul

[EP] NOT the Worst Birthday Ever

[EP] I am made of stars - OTA

[GP] The De Rolo Wedding Reception

Check-In: Easter Fool's Day

Welcome to Spring! (Dance)

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