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

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

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

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

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

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

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

st_raighttovampire

As she often was on the first and fifteenth, Caroline had placed herself strategically in the lobby of the hotel where she could keep an eye on the usual entrances through the lobby, cafe and restaurant. But this time, while she waited for any new faces who might need orientation, she was working.

On the message board, she'd posted a list of needed volunteers - and filled in a few names already. Cooking, grilling, entertainment (day and evening), games, set up, tear down, beverage stations. After a suggestion from the massive Russian hottie, she added a sign up for a baseball game, including an umpire spot.

Baseball:
1. (Team Captain) Russian hottie (male)

The pink lobby was slowly starting to fill up with stars and streamers, decorations that muted the garish pink or at least obscured it with red, white and blue. Since most of the residents weren't from the US, she was laying off the really overtly American themed decorations and leaning more on the summer barbecue angle.

As far as Caroline was concerned, this was starting to look like a real festival.

st_reyofsunshine

Rey takes the day off. Yasmeen encounters an old friend.

( There's nothing to do today. )

captaincorsair

Date: April 5, 2017

Yasmeen's meeting adventurers. Of course that includes Percy.

( Percival, isn't it? )

st_oriedqueen

Why Caroline had needed her to help with Check-In Day she hadn't bothered to say. Just, "you said you'd help," and when Regina protested she wasn't good with people, "aren't you a Queen or a Mayor or something?" complete with shooing gestures. While Regina found Caroline more exasperating the terrifying, she did have a point.

So Regina suited up--literally, gathered her files and folders, coffee mug, pens and pocketed the wooden carving of Henry/Roland Robin had made for her, then headed for the cafe. If, polished and politic and patently Busy, she didn't offer newcomers the brightest or warmest smile when they arrived, it was nevertheless confident and quite possibly reassuring.

Caroline did friendly. Regina...did knowledgeable and polite. Dot and Ignis had been asked to provide finger food on catering trays. The still-grieving Miss Pryde had been tasked with samovars of tea and coffee and ice chest of soda and beer. Caroline's welcome baskets sat on the table beside Regina's for easy access. And though she didn't when she was alone in the office, Regina spent the magic to fix her eyesight so she didn't put glasses between her and new arrivals.

Madame Mayor was in.

st_illcounts

The pool at the hotel wasn't anything like the Harvest Fest on Leith, but it was a hell of a lot better than what was on Westerley. He missed Dutch and even D'Avin, but mostly Dutch. Johnny had left them behind on purpose, but knowing that you can get back to them any time you wanted and being cut off from them were two different things. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that he would eventually see them again. Life was not that cruel, especially after Pawter, for him not to believe in that.

The waterfall at the pool was an indulgence as was the pool bar and Johnny wasn't about to turn down either temptation. It was also more comfortable in the water, floating, than walking. It felt more like he was on Lucy with the anti-grav, which also made him a little homesick. He picked up a bottle of beer and headed toward the waterfall. It wasn't until he was just behind it, in the shadows that he noticed someone else was there. "Oh, sorry. Didn't see you. Mind if I share the space?"

st_arknaked

He was deep in the jungle when the warm humidity became cool and crisp and the dark earthy smell suddenly held a hint of salt and sea. Midnight became brighter, the sharp sliver of new moon suddenly large and ripe and more than half way to full.

It disoriented him, the wolf immersed in the hunt and the night and the man deep within who registered the shock and then the anger as he shifted back to human form and recognized where he was. The far outskirts of the world of the inn was dry and spare and seemed neverending until you found yourself dumped back where you began and he knew with the awareness of an animal that where he had been was a long way off.

And so were his pants.

He swore viciously, not sure what made him angrier the loss of a pair of pants or that the other world hadn't afforded him a way home. That it had in fact been a sop, from whoever was holding them here, to make them feel less like prisoners. And that for a short while it had worked.

He wandered the emptiness, then the woods as he worked his way back to the inn, the wolf hunting for... what he didn't know. Restless and pacing like a caged animal more than really searching for anything specific.

Then as dawn broke he found his feet on the well manicured lawn of the inn, shifting back to human form as he made his was wearily to his room.

[ooc: When the other world went away at midnight he got dumped back in the little world of the inn and he's annoyed. He also has no pants. He isn't really concerned by his nudity but please feel free to notice.]

st_andup

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st_eadfast

On the currency and action scales, following Yasmeen - Captain Corsair - had been as satisfactory as Ignis had hoped. Sufficient action for sufficient reward, and now all that was left was working out what to do with said reward. Hoarding it would serve little purpose, as money was of little use in the Inn... and, truly, it wasn't difficult to think of a good way to spend at least some of his share.

But to do so properly, he would need help. In short order, Ignis had narrowed down the best options to help him down to either Miss Fisher or Captain Corsair. Which was a far less difficult decision than he'd thought, given Miss Fisher's occasional tendency towards opacity of dialogue. Besides, he had a shrewd idea of where the good Captain would be found.

Returned to the Inn and her Raleigh, but she would be in the Cafe so as not to seem like she'd done anything as emotional as miss someone. And, indeed, she was in what was fast becoming her usual corner. "Captain, what a pleasure to find you. Do you have a moment?"

captaincorsair

Mosquitos whined in the sodden jungle air, divebombing the party as they fought their way through grasping vines. The path they followed wasn't a path as such, more of a list of landmarks in order of passage. Only the best trackers among them found any signs of bipedal passage, and they agreed it might have been years since anyone had passed this way.

The first signs of the inevitable irritations of a long slog had begun to show themselves about two hours out from the Road's End Inn and Tavern near the end of the North-South road. An hour later, damper, and more bug-bitten, the party arrived at the sheer cliff-wall that was the next landmark (and one of the last) on their journey.

Yasmeen shielded her eyes with her hand and looked up the cliff-face. The sketch that accompanied the "map" suggested there would be a cave mouth some 40 feet up. Keen cat eyes picked out a hidden entrance more like 60 feet up, screened by thick vines. If she hadn't known it was there, she would have missed it.

"Anyone fly or am I climbing?" she asked after she'd pointed it out to her companions.

captaincorsair

Yasmeen "refused to be bored, because she wasn't boring."**

She'd read that in a book in Gotham. But then, Gotham had a library, bookstores, and her Lady. Not being bored was a lot easier. So, when the city opened, Yasmeen all but bolted through the portal into the wet jungle heat in search of anything interesting to do.

It didn't take long for her to discover there were no airships, no weapons modern even by her standards, and very little for non-natives to do. But there was always work in a port city, even in a river port, and she knew how to find it.

On day two, she met Ek Sothea, a young woman with a gift for spotting an opportunity. By day three, she'd agreed to front her the gold for a salvage operation in the river. It barely touched the reserves of what Yasmeen had with her when she arrived from Gotham, but it was enough to finance the operation and get Yasmeen a tip on a bar by the docks where Ek Sothea had gotten the initial information and the name of the man who'd supplied it. Soksan.

The third night, she staked out the bar and by the fourth, she'd met Sar Peou and his contact Hu Chariya who needed an ancient and valuable map retrieved from the business partners who'd kept it after a deal went bad. Early on the morning of the fifth day, she'd slipped into the third floor above the Phann Raksmei bank, picked the locks on the safe chest, and obtained the map. On the evening of the fifth day, she met Sar Peou at Soksan, slipped into his back corner booth and delivered the map in exchange for a healthy payment that covered her investment in Ek Sothea's salvage operation.

Business transacted, she bought herself an ale to nurse while scoping out her next job.

~*~*~*~
* Herman Hesse, Steppenwolf
** Zelda Fitzgerald

captaincorsair

Bored of running and tired of fucking just to fuck, Yasmeen took up swimming. She hated it. Hated being wet. Hated being submerged most of all. That was why she did it. It kept her strong, reminded her she could survive anything. It reminded her that she already had.

So whenever she finished swimming, she reminded herself that she'd escaped, too, and sprawled across a lounge chair in the sun. Didn't matter if it was warm enough for it or not, the sun dried her skin. Sun, wind and sky were friends when nothing else was.

Today, the sun was high and her skin was baking in it, baking her freedom into it until it was a rich, toasted coffee brown. And she was basking in it.

captaincorsair

Date: February 14/15, 2017

Valentine's Day is unkind to Raleigh and Yasmeen in one way, but in another, it's very very kind - to Raleigh, at least. Yasmeen's still not sure.

[Here | probably nc-17 | ongoing | sexual content, being vanilla is too a kink]

captaincorsair

Date: Jan. 1/2

A broody Raleigh arrives in time to throw his (amazing) body between Yasmeen and a bunch of innocent people.

[Here | rating: pg-13 | completed | nudity; sex is FIFO]

st_abby

The problem, Vax reasoned from where he was forced into a kneeling half-sprawl, was that this was essentially a door.( Read more... )

**********

( What is 'guyliner'? And do I look to you as if I'm 'bleeding' it? )

st_arkcrowblack

Even before she knew for certain that it was the first of a month, Snow’s body had started bracing for it. She was wary and tense, preparing to cope with yet more people in the space of the hotel. It seemed that no sooner had she adjusted to whoever had showed up the last time, there was someone new again.

She didn’t want anything to do with the lot of it. That was what those busy women on the welcome committee were for. She didn’t think the committee was a stupid thing, not at all. Focusing on settling new people in kept the lot of them busy and away from her, and that was where she wanted them. They terrified her.

Snow White had only come into the main building to forage for food. The original plan was of course to turn right back around and escape before the expected rush (small or large) of new people to flood in.

But that was of course not what happened. When a universe was a pocket, it had less to focus on and fewer people to fuck with, and so Snow was entirely certain it was fucking with her when she was the one in the lobby when a new face came through the door.

st_aff

None of the guests noticed when the spiky-haired man-child in jeans and purple t-shirt, wrists wrapped in cheap leather and metal bracelets, arrived at the Madonna Inn a few hours before midnight on February 13. That, in itself, wasn't all that surprising. Eros, otherwise known as Danny Valentine, had millennia of experience doing his job without being spotted.

What was surprising was that the dude at the front desk did see him. Tall and Nondescript waved him over and then gave him a room number 'in case you wanted to rest'. But Danny didn't.

Want to, or rest. He spent the time before the clock struck midnight polishing his love gun. Not like that. He'd find a girl to spend his nameday with. He always did. No, this little beauty was made by Hephaestus himself. It shot love darts that disappeared on contact.

At midnight, kitted out with more love darts than there were people in this pink and gold monstrosity, Danny left his room and shot the first person he saw--and didn't wait to see what would happen.

No point getting a slow start. He had a lot of work to do.

st_icetomeetyou

It started small. He found a second pack of cards, persuaded a few people to play a few rounds with him for drinks on occasion. And then the idea struck him. What did people need most of all here? Well, other than a way home which was beyond him at the moment.

A distraction.

And so it started, just a little at a time. There was enough bits and pieces around the hotel that he could scrounge up to make up a couple of tables - a table for blackjack, a table for poker. What more did you need? Well, more eventually, but until he could persuade people to find him more resources, he'd start with this. He could build if he had to (could do anything if he had to), but he'd rather use people to get what he wanted, and temptation could be the greatest motivator.

And as for what was in it for him? Well, eventually people would want to start bartering, or create their own currency. Len wanted to be at the heart of it, to be the go-to person, to be the one who could help people start whatever they wanted, when they needed in it. He had faith in capitalism, it would win through in the end, and there always were those who naturally rose to the top. This time in life, it was his turn.

And so he was to be found in one of the bars, sitting by a table, shuffling cards in a professional manner, and just waiting on people dropping in. Even if he didn't get enough this time, word would travel, especially in a place like this.

st_alksthroughwalls

Fifteen days into this particular strange trip, Kitty had redistributed alcohol supplies between the cafe, restaurant, and night club to make it possible to easily tend bar wherever people decided to gather. Today, as most days, she settled into the lobby cafe after chivvying the cook into chicken tenders and french fries (after convincing him it was a single plate meal). It was the closest she could get to "bar food" from him and someone would probably arrive sooner rather than later to make something else.

A few people trickled in after awhile, but none of them demanding. Like her, they drank coffee from the samovar she'd put out. And also like her, most of them had something else to keep them occupied. At the moment, Kitty had a notebook open (from the gift shop; she kept her school notebooks separate in case she made it home during the term) and was sketching plans to upgrade the hotel's computer technology. She needed more raw computing power to work out the energy requirements to do what Illyana did with a thought.

She lifted her head periodically to check for new customers, and had just seated herself at the end of the bar after refilling the samovar when the first new new customer arrived. Immediately, she flipped to a fresh page in the notebook and headed it "Day 15" and made a hash mark for one new arrival. Then she looked up from her notebook and offered one and all her best bartending smile.

st_reetwolf

The full moon hadn't even had the courtesy of waiting two weeks for Angua to settle in before hanging like a bright bastard in an uncomfortably clear desert sky. Fortunately, the full moons in Ankh-Morpork had been erratic enough that she'd gotten some warning and had been able to come up with a plan.

There were locker rooms near the spa. It wasn't unusual for people to be naked in them, so about two hours before sunset on the first night of the moon, she walked into the locker room (after making sure it was empty), stripped, stashed her room key and clothes in a locker, and Changed.

Once she was wolf-shaped and steady on her paws, she trotted back out of the locker room and started to wander the Inn grounds, inside and out. The pool and hot tubs, the cafe and kitchens, lobby, shops, everywhere she could conceivably go. If asked later by anyone in the know, she'd say she wanted to get a feel for the smells of the Inn. In reality, she wanted to see how much of a panic a large wolf prowling the Inn would cause.

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st_raighttovampire - Summer Kick-off Festival (and Independence Day Celebration)
st_raighttovampire - July 1 - Arrival and Party Prep [GP and OTA]
st_reyofsunshine - Day Off (Rey and Yasmeen)
captaincorsair - Yasmeen and Percy, backdated to April 5
st_oriedqueen - [GP/EP] Check-In Day
st_illcounts - [Locked to Yasmeen] Time for beer and soaking up the sun
st_arknaked - Exercise in Futility - OTA - Backdated to April 24 Dawn
st_andup - [locked to Yasmeen] Date Night
st_eadfast - [Locked to Yasmeen] shopping?
captaincorsair - [Locked to Adventurers] Land Out of Time
captaincorsair - [EP] a rage against this toneless, flat, normal and sterile life* - backdated
captaincorsair - [For Dyson] Lady Lynx and the Big Bad Wolf
captaincorsair - [Linkdrop] Time for a "talk" - Yasmeen & Raleigh
captaincorsair - [Linkdrop] In a waking dream - Raleigh & Yasmeen
st_abby - [Log] Vax'ildan, Yasmeen, then Kitty - Guilt and Guyliner
st_arkcrowblack - [GP/EP] You're not clear of story out here
st_aff - [GP] Shoot that poison arrow
st_icetomeetyou - [EP] What's all this then?
st_alksthroughwalls - [GP/EP] We are programmed to receive
st_reetwolf - [EP] first full moon

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Entries tagged with yasmeen

Summer Kick-off Festival (and Independence Day Celebration)

July 1 - Arrival and Party Prep [GP and OTA]

Day Off (Rey and Yasmeen)

Yasmeen and Percy, backdated to April 5

[GP/EP] Check-In Day

[Locked to Yasmeen] Time for beer and soaking up the sun

Exercise in Futility - OTA - Backdated to April 24 Dawn

[locked to Yasmeen] Date Night

[Locked to Yasmeen] shopping?

[Locked to Adventurers] Land Out of Time

[EP] a rage against this toneless, flat, normal and sterile life* - backdated

[For Dyson] Lady Lynx and the Big Bad Wolf

[Linkdrop] Time for a "talk" - Yasmeen & Raleigh

[Linkdrop] In a waking dream - Raleigh & Yasmeen

[Log] Vax'ildan, Yasmeen, then Kitty - Guilt and Guyliner

[GP/EP] You're not clear of story out here

[GP] Shoot that poison arrow

[EP] What's all this then?

[GP/EP] We are programmed to receive

[EP] first full moon

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