stringstothesoul

Of course Rey would prefer not to be a sand cat. But if she had to be one, there were worse ways to spend a week than getting thoroughly spoiled. Adrian had been very concerned about keeping her warm enough, to the point that she'd had a sort of throne of blankets, even. It was very possible she'd never been so comfortable in all her life. (And hopefully Boston was cool with all of it.)

Tonight she'd hopped up onto Adrian's bed to make herself a cozy little nest in the blankets, finally gotten herself settled, and was just dozing off to sleep when she was startled awake by suddenly not being a cat anymore. And being cold.

[For the owner of the house, bed, and kitty princess blankets.]

my_own_advocate

It was Sunday, and so, it was date night for Lucifer and Octavia. They'd had a nice, pasta-inspired dinner; Lucifer had taken his time this time, not wanting to rush through the moment.

Until it was over.

"And what shall we do next, hm?" he asked, as he backed Octavia up towards the kitchen counter.

[[ for her. will be nsfw. ]]

grenadesandohana

The servers at the Rams Head Tavern, located so close to the Naval Academy, were used to cadets and veterans coming in, being rowdy, and drinking far too much. It's why they had an entire basement bar available to rent, and it was basically a home away from home for SEALs and former SEALs.

Steve had dragged Danny with him when his team had declared an impromptu reunion-slash-sucks you got retired, bro, party when a few of them had been asked by the Academy to talk about their combat experiences with the Second Class Midshipmen.

Steve sipped his non-alcoholic beer and poked at what was left of his crab cakes as his buddies talked over each other to give Danny a redacted and slightly incoherent explanation of how Steve had been given his "Smooth Dog" nickname.

It was at least the fifth version Danny had heard about the origin of that nickname.

[OOC: For that guy.]

not_a_haint

( Journal of Caleb Gibson )

Current Mood: Reflective
Current Music: "The Middle-Folk Version"-Emo Appalachia

okteiviakom

With the trip over, it was time to return back to normal routines: work, sure, but also date nights. So that was what Octavia and Duke were back at the house for.

And now, another meal of tasty takeout was nearly over. Pasta, this time, with the sort of messy (but delicious) sauce that had made even Octavia feel like they needed to eat at the table, for once, instead of the couch. It had only been once they'd been seated that she'd realized there was something about it that felt weird to her - as if there was something thoroughly 'dinner on the couch' about it being just the two of them.

But considering how date nights tended to work out, maybe a touch of distance in these early parts actually made a certain amount of sense. So. She hadn't moved.

"Oh, right, I got something for dessert," she said, once her plate was empty, and her fork was set down. "Earlier."

She'd spent part of her day on the mainland.

(Another way of settling back into the everyday.)

[ooc: For that guy. The nautical one.]

deathsmajesty

Liliana had been informed that she was a faculty advisor for a new student, Sairis Karkaroth, which meant that going to today's picnic was mandatory, even if it meant going out in weather pretty much tailor-made for staying inside for. Perhaps next winter, they could campaign for an indoor picnic. With wine.

The rickshaw driver had nearly made it to the gates when Liliana stiffened, looking around wildly. She'd caught a stray bit of magic, which wasn't terribly surprising on this island, except for the type of magic. It was necromancy. "Hold," she called. She wasn't going anywhere until she knew what - and who - she'd caught wind of. A shade was summoned and dispatched at the speed of thought, and returned almost as quickly.

Come, it whispered in her mind. Found. Shades were not thrilling conversationalists, no. But whatever it was, it was not an immediate threat, and so she stepped out of the rickshaw and followed the shadowy form of her ~~spy~~ scout. It led her around a curve in the wall to a random bit of hedge near the school gate, to where a horse had been left.

But not just any horse.

A zombie horse.

A zombie horse she hadn't raised. And, considering how his magic worked, neither had Erasmus. Then who in the Abyss had?

"Come here," she ordered. The horse didn't move. Her eyes narrowed further; it had clearly been ordered to stay where it was. Mmm. That wouldn't do. "Come here," she repeated, this time backing up her command with enough mana that her scars lit up with purple light. That was enough to snap the other necromancer's control over the horse; they'd likely only put enough power in the order to keep the horse from wandering off, not to fight another necromancer for possession of it. "You're a wreck of a thing, aren't you?" she murmured to it, though it was clear that most of the damage had been done to it in life, not in death. "Time to discover who you belong to, no?"

And, more specifically, to discover whether or not a foe had come to Fandom Island.

[Mostly establishy, but open if anyone is interested! Zombie horse modded with permission]

not_a_haint

( Welcome to Fandom, Caleb )

[OOC: Okay for broadcast, but not interaction as I'll be sending him directly to the picnic.]

sairis

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thatsmysword

Timmy’s instructions had not been particularly detailed. Henry had gone looking for the bandit camp early in the morning, and yet by noon he was hopelessly lost, Pebbles’ hooves clomping precariously through the deep wood. It was full of ruined cabins, leftover pieces of people’s lives - something horrible had happened here, and it had happened some time ago. No one had bothered to come pick up the pieces.

(Henry warded himself off from any comparisons to himself, thank you. Sir Radzig had given him a task, and while he hardly felt up to it, he would do his best.)

In the end, finding the camp was pure dumb luck. Pebbles had gotten herself stuck in a stream, and Henry had slid off of her to try and figure out how to get her out again. There were two more half-ruined cabins at the edge of the river, and he’d climbed up– only to see a Cuman clomping by in full armor just a few steps away.

( In which there are bandits, battle, trauma, and Henry gets friendzoned in the worst way. )

[[ nfb, nfi, and taken from Kingdom Come: Deliverance (2018) and I can't believe I got through the battle at Pribyslavitz in just three hours of playtime this time. also last of the catchup posts for now, thank god. ]]

not_a_haint

( Old Gods of Appalachia, is a horror anthology podcast. And therefore may contain material not suitable for all audiences. So listener discretion, is advised. )

[Well hey there, Family! And so another lost soul makes their way to Fandom Island in hopes of findin' the ever elusive happily ever after. I'm lookin' forward to chroniclin' his journey during this gap in his canon, y'all. The openin' paragraphs are quoted directly from the podcast, and the song lyrics are from actual intro and outro music as well. And this is my “I know I didn't have to look up whether it was possible to travel from Kentucky to Baltimore via Greyhound in the 30's” promise to not write every Caleb post as if I were writin' an episode of Old Gods of Appalachia. Pretty sure I got it out of my system, family.]

Current Music: God's Dark Heaven by Those Poor Bastards

not_a_haint

“Well hey there, Family!”
I'd like y'all to meet Caleb Gibson aka Cowboy Absher aka Caleb Dooley. He hails from the mountains of Appalachia in the mid-1930's, and the podcast “Old Gods of Appalachia”.

( The Podcast )

( The Boy )

( The Spooky Powers )

( Content Warning/Possible Issues )

I feel like I've forgotten something so I dunno maybe there'll be a second infopost coming someday. In the meantime, here's a link to the prologue/teaser for the series:

Prologue

sairis

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pocketpretzels

As was tradition, Watts and Steven had arrived at their hotel room yesterday and indulged in the strawberries and champagne that Watts had arranged to be there. Earlier today there had been snowshoeing and skating, and now they were changing out of outdoor clothes and in to something more appropriate for dinner, even if that dinner was just in their hotel room (also tradition).

"The clouds look like they've cleared some," Watts noted, peering out the window. "Perhaps we will get to see the Northern Lights after all."

[ooc: for the husband, and NFB due to distance.]

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Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

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From the Journal of Caleb Dooley Friday Jan. 9

Lucifer's Mansion, Friday Evening

Outside The School Gates, Saturday

From Kentucky to The Causeway 1935

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Kentucky, Mid 1930's

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