Devil's Tower

Who: Charlie and Sumi
What: Hanging around the kitchen - it's foodtime
When: A little before lunch
Where: The kitchen at the Lodge
Rating: PG-13 (for foul language and mentions of violence)
Status: In Progress

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Who: Anyone and everyone who’s in Sundance at the time!
What: St. Patrick’s Day/Spring party!
Where: The Trading Post
When: Saturday
Why: Because it’s fun!

In the warmer months the Trading Post is almost always busy, full of drifters and members from every tribe who come there to barter, socialize, and a whole host of other things. It’s generally a peaceful place since it exists in neutral territory and everyone who comes there seems to have an understanding of an unspoken truce. The Trading Post is a large park the sits on the banks of the Belle Fourche river. There are picnic tables, a delapidated swingset and monkey bars, old grills, and of course trader stands. There’s also a dock there, but it is understood to belong to the River Runners, as it’s where they are docked most of the year and those wishing to use it usually have to give the RR a token of some kind, or at least ask nicely.

The St. Patrick’s Day/ Spring party was not planned or hosted by any tribe. The whole things seemed to have come about on its own, first as a rumor and then with complete strangers and tribe members alike planning for it. Saturday morning the place was busy with people decorating in any way that they could. The place was strung with streamers of all different colors, some torn and ratty. There were candles, and lanterns strung about and a few different musicians set up throughout the park. By the time the sun set the park was teaming with people, more people than it had seen in years. Between the boos and the open admission there was no telling what the night would hold.

Week Thirteen: Friday
Who: Flash (Open to anyone)
What: Exploring/picture taking
When: Early afternoon
Where: Northwest edge of Carrion Territory
Rating: PG-13
Life contained to the hospital and sewers was beginning to suffocate Flash. She needed air and sunlight and most of all space. She needed room to stretch out and feel human again. Humming softly to herself, she grabbed a light sweater and paused at the door. Looking back into the room she debated grabbing her camera as well. Her brows furrowed and she bit her lower lip. She had three rolls of film left over, and film was basically nonexistent these days. She thought back, remembering all of the times she had wished she had had her camera on her. Almost two years here, and she had yet to take any pictures of the landscape. Sighing, she walked back and grabbed the medium-sized carrying case and slipped the strap over her head so that the strap lay diagonally across her body, the bag resting at her hip. She slipped her sweater on over top of that and headed for the sewers.

Flash slipped through the dimly lit sewer, aware of the traps set within. Deftly skirting around corners, she was careful not to set anything off. No matter how many times she had traversed the passageways, she was always on her guard in the sewers. One last turn and she saw light at the end of the tunnel. She exited through a large drainage pipe on the very edge of town, as close to nature as she was willing to go alone. She climbed up the embankment to the side of the pipe, holding onto overgrown brush and saplings as not to loose her footing. Finally reaching the crest, Flash stood and stretched. Taking a deep breath she surveyed the landscape. Mountains rose in the distance on either side of her, the deep tones of the earth a striking contrast to the grayish sky. The sun peeked out now and again as the clouds rolled overhead.

Smiling to herself, Flash set out towards the north. Civilization, or what was left of it, lay to the east. She turned her back to Sundance and opened her bag, taking out her camera, her last link to her past life. She prepped her camera, her hands running through all the familiar motions. She raised the camera to her face and peered out of it, and captured her first scene. Flash lowered the camera and moved on, eyes sweeping the landscape. She had decided on using only one roll today; it was going to be hard to stick to that decision.