spring has sprung

[crittersheep]

WHO: y'all
WHERE: all over
WHEN: Day 72

[ IT'S A NEW DAYYyyy and we're all probably still hung over from emotions and shit. some of you are (in the process of) going for a swim. some of you are plotting to fight a fish. shit happens.

what are YOU up to today. mingie mingle. ]

Comments

[aiwillneversmile]

[Cygnus is on his usual circuit of visiting the library to get new books (biology, Kuwabata, and mythical creatures) then lingering at the gym for awhile.

Also, he's in this shirt in blue. You know, twin things.]

[finalbows]

[ LIBRARY ENCOUNTER, EARLY IN THE MORNING BEFORE OCEANSTUCK

Angel Devil's got a book cart and a growing stack. He's been roving around, but as of this interaction he's smack dab in the almanacs. And very in the way, with how his cart is placed and his general size of being the literal tallest humanoid in the pasture.

He's distracted with scanning the spines. ]

[sunflowering]

Ohoho~! Is that how the twin thing works?

[ Hello again, friend! Just sort of accousting him at the library.]

@lily

[wants_the_phd]

[Somebody has left three dead pheasants and a rose on your doorstep.]

Re: @lily

[audacity]

[ opens the door and stares ]

Why.

Re: @lily

[endsjustified]

[oh!

that’s extremely thoughtful actually. brings them inside to clean and put in the freezer. the rose goes in a makeshift vase on the common room table]

Re: @lily

[mykidisthebest]

...?

[mental image of a dragon dropping off food at the door like a cat with a kill

takes it inside and makes a mental note to find her later]

Re: @lily

[abandon_hope]

...

[ crouches down next to the dead bodies ]

[doggonemad]

[ TODAY, Hannya is bustling about from place to place, carrying a few boxes and things. If he's being very cagey about what he's doing, no he isn't. Shut up. ]

That should be enough . . .

[sunflowering]

What should be enough?

[hotnbothered]

[ Watches him, raises an eyebrow. ]

Enough for what?

[noarchitact]

Is this for the living room?

[electricflock]

[muffin's having a beach day! he's got lemonade and fish grilling on a campfire, and he's brought a project to work on. looks like he's making a basket or trap out of dried reeds.

every once in a while, he pauses to reel in a string from the ocean, pull a crab off a hunk of meat tied to the end, and toss the crab into a bucket. he'll save that for dinner!]

[heavyliesthecrown]

[He also has a bucket with a couple of shabs inside.]

We both seem to have had the same idea today.

[leonheartedly]

[heck emotions and also heck nightmares he's got distractions work to do.

Tyr's going back and forth between the woodshop and Thistle, carrying some wood he managed to get earlier that morning. Some pieces are big, some are small, and he's piling them up on the side of Thistle's barn]

[sunflowering]

Firewood?

[rugpull]

...need some help?

[noarchitact]

Hey Tyr. [ he gives him a wave as he approaches. ] How's it going? Do you need a hand?

[electricflock]

[chirp?]

Building something?

[misdeerection]

[ appears on the way back to thistle... like right in front of him. alastor just pops out of a shadow. ] Hello there Tyr. It's been a hot minute.

[mykidisthebest]

Need some help?

[scoops up a pile of wood before Tyr can reply]

[heavyliesthecrown]

[His mood, compared to the day before, is like night and day. He may still be upset and sad about... the memory he took. But today is a new day! He's hauling back a bucket full of Shabs.

Someone that is not him will know how to cook them.

Later, he can be found beneath a tree with a notebook and a textbook. A number of different herbs and flowers, and even a couple of mushrooms are all laid out in the sun just outside the shade of the tree to dry while he scribbles away.

He can be found absorbed in his notes and reading. Or, after some time, having tipped over onto his side and fallen asleep in the comfortable heat of the spring day. His tail twitches lazily behind him, arms curled up comfortably beneath his head while a couple of sheep have nestled up against him to sleep, too.]

[audacity]

[ well, when he wakes from his nap, he'll find a light jacket placed over him in lieu of a blanket. no identifiers are left with it, except that it's lily-pale. ]

[abandon_hope]

[ SPRING WHOO. There is a goth Lily in the middle of a field of plants and -

he's fainted?? oh no he's awake just. having a time. he grumbles and pulls himself up onto his hands and knees. of note, that wacky death aura he usually has is strangely muted today! the plants around him are alive! amazing. ]

What - the hell is wrong with this place today...?

[ death being off means a son of hades is HAVING some PROBLEMS, ]

[rugpull]

...are ya anemic?

[rugpull]

[BISCUIT is looking for people to help him with a uh

thing

a thing for Mr. Red

fuck his life

ANYWAY TIME TO FIND MUTE, MINUET, AND BELLE]

Oooiiiii....

[arrowace]

[ they are. around. wherever. existing. ]

. . . Mm?