chill night times chillaxin'.

[crittersheep]

WHO: people
WHERE: places
WHEN: day 86 evening through day 87 morning

[ well! today was eventful, with a ritual that was fairly tame and all. now it's time to decompress and do whatever it is you like to do after not terrible mingles.

time passes etc etc. ]

Comments

[aiwillneversmile]

[sitting near the fence, flipping through a light novel (Gosick) with a cup of coffee . . . okay, he's drinking more coffee than reading but shh]

[hotnbothered]

[ Freezes when she sees him and stares at him for a few moments too long. ]

[aiwillneversmile]

[will stare right back at her, go on (also, this is in the morning since i forgot to put it in the toplevel)]

[hotnbothered]

[ ... Looks slightly off to the side. ]

Already up and about, I see.

[wants_the_phd]

[Azdaja is walking around the pasture with a satchel full of flyers advertising an upcoming masquerade. She's still missing an arm from the shoulder down, which is making hanging these flyers up really fucking tricky, actually. She's trying to hold a paper against a tree with the side of her hand while she presses a nail into it deep enough to hold it in place. Then she pulls out a hammer out of her bag to finish the job. She doesn't have enough hands to hold the nail in place, so when the hammer glances off of it, it pings right out of the tree and the flyer blows away in the breeze.]

Fuck.

[failsaver]

[ catches it easily and offers it back to her ]

Here.

[wants_the_phd]

[she sighs, and tucks the hammer under her arm so she can take the paper.]

Thanks.

It's easy to take for granted how useful having two hands can be.

[failsaver]

Mm.

If it's okay to ask, are you looking to replace it?

[hotnbothered]

[ Catches the flyer as it goes wafting by, then automatically blurts out: ]

Shouldn't fixing that take priority over putting up notices?!

[wants_the_phd]

Fixing... my arm? I've got a replacement growing. It should be ready by tomorrow, I think.

[hotnbothered]

... Oh. Does it take that long? I didn't realize. I suppose I've only ever put an existing one back on before.

[mykidisthebest]

[snatches the flyer out of the air, glancing at what's written on it]

Need help with that?

[wants_the_phd]

[Rose and Daffodil are hosting a FANCY BALL! and he's invited!]

I would love some, actually. This is harder than I expected.

[mykidisthebest]

I hate to point this out, but it's probably difficult because you only have one arm. Were you not able to find your arm?

[holds out his hand for the hammer and nail]

[stirtheblood]

[does not catch the flyer, just watches it fly away in bemusement]

...The hell are you doin'?

[wants_the_phd]

I am attempting to hang up some advertisements.

[watches the flyer blow away in the wind. the flyer... is flying.... goodbye.......]

To limited success.

[failsaver]

[ late morning 87, catch the Clover newbie washing his clothes in the lazy river. he's bare-footed, bare-chested, lean for his height; there's half-faded scar of a nine-pointed star on his upper back, just below his right shoulder.

he doesn't seem the slightest bit self conscious about it, or about the pair of frilly pink boxers he's wearing. they're three sizes too big for him, held up by a single piece of raggedly sewn-on string. ]




[ if you are Clover and approach him, he'll look up and add: ]

Oh, hey. Punch me?

[finalbows]

[ floating. doing his nails. ]

You know,
frogs spawn in that water.

[failsaver]

[ looks up. beams! ]

Tell me more, milord.

[finalbows]

No need. Surely the tadpoles shall inform you themselves, when they're swimming in your fool pockets.

[poisonista]

[ ...


...


...

All he wanted was to find some freshwater snails, why this. ]

[failsaver]

[ wringing out the jacket, looking sliiightly guilty about dumping muck and and mist cooties in the clear and pure lazy river ]

Can I help you, sir?

[papartner]

[quietly, to himself, as he happens by: ]

Okay, that's kinda hardcore, I guess...

[ and then loud enough for actual conversation: ]

We have a laundromat, you know? Way easier than doing it the hard way.

[failsaver]

Oh.

[ looks sheepish. ]

I don't have any money.

[electricflock]

[muffin's back out on another mission for nesting material

dry grass, sheep wool, cattail fluff, moss, horse hair, twigs, nice clumps of mud, an unclaimed sock from the laundromat. it's all getting stuffed into his light space bag and ferried back to his bedroom window.]