(Action & Dictated)

[tylendel]

(Tylendel spends the morning taking various horses - the ones approved by Vanyel and Yfandes - out for a ride. It's nice to be active in this way again, though he has a feeling he will be sore later.)

This way, girl. (His voice is soft and encouraging as he directs the mare through a small obstacle course he had set up.) Let's try the jump again, hm?

(Tugging on the reins, Tylendel brings the mare to a pause for a moment. They both need to be in the right mindset for such a leap, but he's certain she can make it.

Today, the youth is wearing soft brown pants, a white tunic and brown boots. His skin has become quite tanned since his arrival - he does like being in the sunshine - and he is beginning to regain the strength and muscles he used to have.)

Alright. Here we go... (The mare snorts and bobs her head, pawing at the ground. She steps forward, slowly speeding up into a trot and then a canter and then a gallop. Just like he expects, she clears the obstacle without a second though. He laughs in delight and pats the side of her neck.)

I knew you could do it. (He reaches for his journal and speaks directly to it.) I have to say I'm impressed with the horses in the stable. I would be happy to look after all of them if I had the time.

SIXTH SHOT

[dog_eat_dog]

[Three weeks.

Tess is approaching three weeks in this place and most of it has been spent recovering, both from physical injuries and twenty years of near-constant struggle. She's shocked she doesn't look twice her actual age after life in a world ravaged by infection.

It's been three weeks of sleeping and eating until she pukes –– not a hard feat, with a stomach used to being unsatisfied. Three weeks of finding delight in stupid little things like owning a stick of deodorant that isn't dried out, having underwear that doesn't have shot elastic and stains, and three weeks of almost compulsively running her fingers through her hair just to fixate on how clean and shiny it is.

Next to a well-groomed, well-fed populace, she feels utterly insane.

Sitting in a recliner by the pool in lounge pants and a hoodie, Tess balances her journal against her knees and writes:]

9/16

Things to be grateful for today:

1. Hair elastics. Lost my last good one three months ago.
2. Washing machines.
3. Fresh peaches. The big white ones, so juicy you could practically drink it.
4. Soap.
5. Good company.
6. Fresh bread!!

47

[sworn]

[Dictated in the most stern, motherly tone she's used in all her time in the castle.]

To the children who found it amusing to cause blatant vandalism and leave a trail of messes in their wake?

Need I remind you that your temper tantrums that are so obviously aimed at the castle itself do nothing to the castle? The only ones who suffer from your disregard for others are the residents around you, who you so obviously care little for, otherwise you would not have gone so far out of your way to inconvenience us.

Do you truly think Paradisa cares if you paint obscenities on its walls? You're only giving it more anger to feed upon. You're doing the castle a favor.

The next time you want to stomp your feet like a child, do it elsewhere.

[Written] [Filtered from Brock Samson and anyone who would hurt the werewolves]

[the_effect_she_has]

( Specifically To The One Who Attacked Me - his allies and his friends )

[She looked down to what she had written, rubbing her forehead briefly. Honestly, she had read the books. She knew how people felt about mutts - how she did - but this was different. They didn't choose this. She had to find him, and she had to help him and his friends. It was the right thing to do.]

[Written] Filtered to 'friends' of Agent South Dakota

[originalcopy]

[Ok, it's been plenty long enough for concern to start to turn into worry here.]

Hey, has anyone seen or heard from South?   



((ooc: if your character gives a shit about South's well being you count as a 'friend'.))

007; (mostly) dictated

[goingrogue]

[ At the same time Roxy turns on the feed a cat meows several times, followed by a long sigh from Roxy. ]

I know Edgar, I'm sorry. I can't hold you, it's not a thing I can do. Blame the castle.

[ Then to everyone else. ]

Not to be a total let down, but I dunno what to do. I'm guessing my mom bequeathed this cat to me, but I can't really do anything with him. I'm p. sure the castle took my ability to nuzzle and cuddle and pick up cats.

[ The cat meows again in disdain. ] As much as I wanna keep him, it's probs better he goes to someone who can give him the proper attention and cuddles. 'Sides, I wouldn't wanna unleash some kinda weird karma on him. I kinda do this thing where cats prematurely visit the giant litter box in the sky when they spend too much time with me.


( filter: sburb/grub ladies )

( filter: equius )

(no subject)

[rightchoices]

( Ben, Carley, Molly, Clem. )

[ And then, to everyone else: ]

Downtime like this make everyone else nervous, or is that just me?

Fairfield Addendum - Written

[hard_talker]

[no music, tonight - the radios and journals of Paradisa are uncharacteristically silent. instead, there's a filter.]

[Filtered away from First Gens, except for those known to be allies. Also filtered away from those who would report this information back to any hostile First Gens or use this for general harm.]

Hi, folks. I know by now, you heard he's gone, but ... I've inherited the Paradisa Comprehensive Report from Zelos Wilder. I'm gonna do my best to keep it up to date, but I'm going to need all the help I can get. So if you find anything: whether it's on an expedition or just something you saw lying around in the Library or found at the bottom of sock drawer, let me know.

In the meantime, here are my rough notes on everything we found out on our latest trip to Fairfield, from our new friends Dr. Gene Brewer and Heath. I have a tape I'm still transcribing, too, but for now, chew on this.

( OOCly cut for ridiculously long notes. )

The Bastard Child of a Horse and Narwhal [ Loss Start! ]

[peacockherald]

[ One would think that waking up with four legs instead of two would be a distinctly odd experience. And, admittedly, Vanyel looked like a new born colt as he got his legs under him for the first time, rather disoriented and not sure what he was doing outside or why he could smell about ten thousand different things with no warning. His head felt heavy and oddly shaped, his vision having developed an odd blind spot right where he thought his nose should be.

He grunted, wobbling more as he attempted to walk, stumbling as he tried to find the rhythm of this legs, some understand of what was going on hitting him, if not right away. A loss, he was sure of it, though what sort of animal was he? Last time he had been aware he was a peacock, and looking down and seeing hooves he suspected himself to be some sort of horse, but... there was an odd sort of pressure in the middle of his forehead he did not know what to make of. 

To anyone watching that morning and on through the afternoon, there would be a brilliant white unicorn striding across the grounds back and forth, going from walk, to trot, to canter, as if being put through its paces. The sun would catch its horn, making it sparkle like so many diamonds, and hooves chimed with each step. 

And every now and then it would stop and seem to be lost, looking around, and then shook its head and carried on. ]

[ ooc: Loss start! Vanyel will be a 500 Kingdoms verse unicorn for a week! As mentioned in the ooc post, if your character is a VIRGIN he will go gaga for them and follow them around like a love-sick puppy, so be sure to drop that somewhere in the tag or in the subject line ~ ]

008 violent outbursts -accidental dictation-

[hatesgoodbyes]

[Nothing sounded for some time, soft scrapes of paper over paper as though pages were being turned. This went on for quite some time before soft muttering, indistinct reading and then-]

Son of a bitch!

[Tex has just found out about the previous version of her who had resided in the castle. York had prepared her for some of it, but there were details he could not have thought would get a reaction from her. When the castle had left his diary for her to get caught up she'd stumbled upon some of her more colorful past. Surprise, she reacted.]

14 widows web - dictated

[well_assembled]

( [Filtered to Lara Croft] )