Hunt 015 ~ [Action/Dictated]

[squirrelhunter]

( Filtered to Gale Hawthorne )

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[Those out in the gardens will see a rather strange sight. They'll see Daryl Dixon, leant against a tree, tossing a ball out as far away as he can throw it.

A sheep-type creature is running out, grabbing the ball, and fetching it back. It makes content baaing noises whenever Daryl pets it for bringing the ball back before throwing it again.

His journal is open next to him, so the entire castle can hear him coo and make baby-voice noises to the sheep.]

Chestnuts On an Open Fire - Or Is It To Early? [ Action ]

[wishmadeinfire]

[Stuck in a painting for a mont left you wanting to be outside. To be walking around, to be in motion! It was a bit to nippy to take Svitana out, the poor reptile, so that left doing things more or less on foot. Wrapped up in a warm wrap, Ashura stopped by the kitchen for four very specific items, set them in a cloth bag, and then went out into the gardens. 

He found a bench, brushed it off, and sat. Promptly he opened the bag and set out a metal bowl over a smattering of rocks and a long, metal spoon to the side. Concentrating, he began to heat the bowl until the air shimmered with heat. He took the next item out - pecans. He and come to enjoy the sweet nut. He tossed those in, and finally brought out the last item - brown sugar. He took a generous handful and sprinkled that onto the pecans in the bowl. 

Picking up the spoon, he carefully began to turn the tasty treat in the bowl to thoroughly coat all the pecans, the smell of sugar filling the air around him.

Yes, he was a king, but what can he say? There was something just so satisfying about making your own sweet treat, and with them the outside was not so bad. He might as well be outside as much as he could before the real winter weather forced him into hibernation, right?

So, anyone want some?]

2 Crumpets

[sandoval]

[The first thing that appears is a strange mark in the journals. Then, underneath it, the most elegant handwriting of the Xoan Ambassador.]

This mark and attached notice are here to alert you to great news. The news, of course, is that your journals are now the property of Mistress. She will let you look after them for the time being, as a sign of her good will. She's a very generous dictatress, you know.

Have a pleasant day!

(( ooc: Also have a matching log post for in-person interactions!

Sandoval is awful, so if you or your character(s) are uncomfortable with sexual material, please post HERE for my reference! Thank you! ))

000 ₪ ａｒｒｉｖａｌ

[savors]

[ She arrived earlier that day but it was only after the sun set that she ventured out of her room to take in the surroundings. First? She makes a trip up and down the halls, then through the towers to read the name plates. The book, though surprising, was the first thing she took the time to study -- so she isn't as surprised as she might have been.

From there, it's down to the lobby. She's a little on the hesitant side when she sees people, but she ventures on nonetheless. Once she secures a seat in a relatively secluded part of the lobby, she opens up her journal and begins to write something down. Preteen's rocking some interesting penmanship. ]

The journal answered a lot of my questions but not all of them.

If someone wouldn't mind humoring the new person, I would appreciate it. Two questions.

[ooc; Over the journal or action, if anyone is up for it.]

♫ 10

[both_neither]

[Gren is sitting at a table at the Pie Hole today, enjoying a hot cup of coffee and a slice of pecan pie. He's been doodling on a napkin with a pen for awhile - mostly random music notes and a piano keyboard on the corner, that he occasionally taps at and then sighs in frustration. There's also a small heart he's traced over so many times it's starting to tear straight through.

After awhile he moves the pen to his journal and writes a filter]

[Filtered away from Vicious, Spike, and anybody that would filter information to either]

Some time ago I came into possession of a large cache of weapons. I don't have need of most of it, so I'm putting it up for sale. Either the whole collection or just one gun is fine. Cost is negotiable depending on need - I will accept caisos (yes, I know you can wish for money, but I like to avoid it) or favors.

Speaking of which, I'm also interested in starting a small construction project outside of the northern outpost. Anybody that might be interested in helping out with that, either as payment for a weapon or in exchange for something else, let me know.

If you want a more private filter, you can address your response to Mr. Saxophone.

((ooc: action tags at the Pie Hole also welcome!))

[Six - Right Through The Eye] [Dictated]

[the_effect_she_has]

[Katniss is going through her equipment; making sure her knives are sharp, that her bow is properly strung and she has enough shell-arrows for a good hunt tomorrow. She is finishing packing her provisions when her eye catches her journal, and she presses her lips together, before shrugging.]

[What the hell, the more the merrier. It would be good to have friends along.]

[... she really can't believe she said that, either. Oh, the times, they are a changin'.]

[Anyways. She speaks aloud, as she keeps packing and preparing.]

Going hunting for turkey tomorrow, for Steve's dinner. Anyone wants to come along, maybe catch a little extra game, let me know.

[A pause.] And ... I'm going on a walkabout, soon after. You know where. Anyone wants to come with with that, speak up. Let me know.

Arrival

[originalcopy]

[Church is looking around the Foyer wondering where in a dilapidated old base they had been hiding a poshly decorated castle entryway. Had he gone through a teleporter and not noticed? Those things weren't exactly comfortable.]

The hell? Did they let Doughnut decorate?

I swear to God if those idiots have dragged me into another Goddamn mess I'll fuckin' kill them all!

[Facing the choice of exiting into unknown territory and moving further into the structure he decides the best odds for finding out where he is are inside. Still, there was no reason to be stupid about it. He draws his pistol and carefully enters the lobby.]

Well.... shit....

[A giant lobby filled with plush furniture and what look like civilians was almost exactly opposite of what he was expecting.]