mingly

[wooliefrand]

WHO: SHEEP
WHERE: ALL OVER
WHEN: AFTERNOON-EVENING 103

[JUST A MINGLE BEFORE TRAUMA GAMES START COMING AND KEEP ON COMING

CARRY ON]

Comments

[soulsurvivore]

[ today, Faith is sipping wine by the fountain and chilling, doing her usual observation thing.

however, she no longer has a collar. instead, she's got a black shepherd's crook with a snake-like pattern winding around it being held by her coiled up darkness.

just another day in the pasture. ]

[rumorradio]

( someone's been sulking, and also watching the chaos. but now she's actually out and about, and there's so much that needs doing and she



isn't sure what she could ever actually do. she's a dead girl and all her powers relied on her master.

so she simply is going to stay out of the way, watching in that impassive way as always. )

[hotnbothered]

[ Flare can be found storming around the pasture like she clearly doesn't quite know where she's going. Every now and then, she might bump into something, then stop to start kicking in a fit of incensed frustration, whatever it is. ]

[locked; out of time, probably night 102 or 103]

[endsjustified]

[at some other timepoint Lily was/will be hard at work on the pasture fence, shoring it with the extra defenses John Deer has afforded

however at THIS particular time point it’s nighttime, one of them is a masked werewolf, and they have a finger bone from their priest’s body to huff as they pace just outside the mist. as you do]

Are we ready?

[wants_the_phd]

[Azdaja's sitting quietly by the lake, looking at the scenery...

...but also at her own reflection. There's a switchblade in her hand, which she's flicking out and tucking back in one-handedly like it's a fidget toy.]

[Even though she's sitting very still, she seems to be having to put unusual effort into just breathing.]

[pictureimperfect]

[Hey look Yata's back, falling down into Thistle's garden in his transformed ghost mode, landing on his side frozen stiff in a kneeling position, like a statue that just got knocked over.

Don't worry he's only stuck immobile for a few more seconds before his limbs unfreeze and he sprawls on the ground.]

Huh?! Hey, how - I can move again? Wait, Thistle?!

Belle

[chasseurdebeaute]

[has managed to get up to Belle's window--tapping at the glass to be let in]

[despair_to_live]

[The Queen of Hearts is inside the weeds clubhouse, at the poker table, arranging playing cards.]

So, all I need to do is...

[This time it's not solitaire, it's something she's deeply focused on. Patterns in the cards known only to her.]

Yes. This will bring it. The most sublime, terrible despair... the most ugly, god-awful, worst despair the pasture has ever seen. It's not enough what's been happening out there now. There needs to be more...