Devil's Tower

Who: OPEN to the TF's, man!
What New Year's fornication? Oh wait, wrong tribe .. Party!
When: New Year's Eve, starting around 9:45 PM?Where: Twin Feather's Place
Rating: PG-13!

Kestral looked around the room, glad to see that the decorations were all set up. They were using the same room that had been set up for Christmas. Most of the decorations, such as the papermache ball with glitter on it created by Marmie and the kids, were handmade from either scraps or traded supplies. It all looked better than she would have thought.

On the tables were their own food and of course apple cider. The closest thing they had to alcohol. At least that she knew of. That she wanted to know of. Kestral wasn't that big of a drinker and she didn't mind if the booze was in lacking. Not to mention she had made it strictly known that any form of alcohol would be saved until the little ones were all off to bed. Not that she had to. Twin Feathers weren't as idiotic or self-centered as say ... Mountain Lions.

Inspecting things one last time, even as the rest of the tribe members started trickling in, Kestral took it all with a small smile. She remembered New Years at her house. The ones spent together. She remembered when Hawk and herself had been finally been old enough to stay up late. Not that the two of them had never attempted to sneak downstairs even after being tucked in when they were younger. It'd always been Kestral who had jostled her half-asleep brother, wanting to know what all the hub-bub was all about. Hawk would always fall asleep before she did, drooling on her shoulder. Kestral, to her young irritation, would always nod off right before the showing of the ball drop. Waking up, safe and warm in her bed, rather than on the stairs or behind the couch.

What she wouldn't give to be tucked in one more time. A thought quickly pushed aside. She wasn't the person to dwell on the past. She missed her mom and dad, that was true, but they would have wanted her to have moved on and stay on. Not to mention she had a new family now that needed her ... as much as she needed them.

Might as well start to mingle.

Who: Jack and [OPEN to the Mountain Lions]
What: New Year's shindig.
When: Starts around sundown, goes alllll niiiiight.
Where: The Lodge.
Rating: You saw the X-mas party, right? Like that, only potentially worse...

Jack was having a weird week. It had all started with waking up on the day after Christmas, sprawled across her bed with ther shoes still on. At first, she'd just wondered why she'd left her shoes on, since she didn't recall being quite that stoned. Then she remembered that she hadn't even fallen asleep in her bedroom, which made her questioning just how in the hell she'd gotten there. Eventually, she came to the conclusion that she must have sleep-walked upstairs. That didn't seem entirely logical, but neither did any of the other explinations that she'd come up with.

After a few days, she'd caught on to yet another quirk in her life. Slick seemed to be watching her a lot more closely. Jack had started doing everything in her power to avoid running in to the other woman, afraid that somehow she'd managed to piss her off. There was a chance that she had, and now all Slick was doing was waiting for a chance to pounce. Since living with Slick for a number of years hadn't dampened Jack's fear of her, she figured it was just best to stay away.

Everything else was normal enough, though. People spent the day or so after Christmas recovering from a little too much indulgence. Then, they started looking forward to New Year's. Even the people who didn't care too much for the holiday's were kind of psyched about this party. Again, there wasn't any real reason to celebrate, since it wasn't like there was anybody keeping a calender, but it did give them another opportunity to forget about how much things sucked. Jack was a big fan of that. It wasn't like things weren't going to suck just as much tomorrow, so escaping for a few hours was just dandy.

In that spirit, she'd been helping out all day with the preparations. They'd uncovered some old party stuff, horns and other noise makers mostly. Though there wasn't anybody in the tribe that was big on decorating for that sort of thing, they'd strung up a few streamers. Most of the focus went to the entertainment. They'd blazed through a lot of their recreational supplies. Luckily, they were on excellent terms with the River Runners, who were more than happy to trade for more. Jack went with a small group to bring back as much as they could get from Moe. It just wasn't a Mountain Lion party without plenty of once illegal substances.

When the sun finally started to set, Jack was already in the common room. Unlike Christmas, she'd actually worn a dress. A short one, too. Of course, she'd worn it over a pair of jeans, with her favorite old Chucks, which kind of ruined any image of glamour. Not that she cared in the least. She was sprawled over one half of one of the couches, and unlit joint between her fingers. It was on that joint that most of her attention was focused. She knew that it was kind of early, everybody wasn't even there yet, and that if she started smoking now, she'd pass out quick. Still, there wasn't any reason not to, if she paced herself better later. Decisions, decisions. Though the temptation was fairly strong, she listened to the good angel. At least, for the moment.

Week Nine-- Sunday to Saturday (December 21st-December 27th) and Week Ten-- Sunday to Saturday (December 28th - January 3rd)


*****OOC: For every post made you need to specify the DAY and the WEEK NUMBER so we don’t get days confused! Have questions? Ask a mod! J ALSO, please see the OOC comm. concerning the tribe holiday parties!!*****

Month: Fourth week in December, Fifth week in December/First three days in January
Year: 2020 - 2021


Week Eight Overview:

The weather was somewhat tolerable for once, although a good deal of snow remained on the ground the entire week and a couple more inches fell on Saturday. Although the residents hoped for no more snow, things are not boding well.

The Carrion spent the week dealing with their rat problems. Each person had a different way of dealing with the little pests, from bludgeoning to trapping. By the end of the week the rats were still a problem that didn’t seem to have any immediate remedy.

Although the Twin Feathers have faired decently so far, one of their members suffered a great loss last week. The horse keeper of the tribe lost his cabin in a fire and , as far as anyone knows, the entire herd of horses is missing. The keeper moved into the canopy, at least for the time being, and plans were made to search out the herd. Interestingly enough, the canopy became home to another last week though she is not a tribe member. The little sister of the leader of the Wolves found herself in the Twin Feather’s camp after fleeing the farm and there she remains, for now.

In an attempt to solve their supply crisis, the River Runners sought out the leader of the Mountain Lions. The Lions were barely able to help, but the deal at least bought them a few more weeks of food. The River Runner leader also sent a tribe member into Wolf territory to seek out a doctor in an effort to help curb the illness she had so long suffered. The Wolf medic complied but it is not yet known whether her efforts will come to any good.

The wanted drifters remained within the protection of the Wolves throughout the week. Once again, no Lions have come sniffing around Wolf territory for the offenders, at least not to the knowledge of the Wolves.


Week Nine:

Although the skies remain closed at the beginning of the week they open up to offer a white Christmas starting Wednesday afternoon. The snow fall continues through Thursday afternoon though nothing sticks. Even when the snow isn’t falling it’s cold as hell and most people stay inside although a few will find snowball fights and fort-building all too tempting.

The Carrion are still being harassed by the rats and no matter what they do the problem seems to remain the same. In the beginning of the week they discover the rats have managed to get into their small food supply and either eat, damage or otherwise contaminate a good portion. With the weather and lack of tribal relations the situation becomes rather stressful and dire.

For three days the Mountain Lion lodge is haunted by an injured deer that won’t leave no matter what the Lions do. There’s no telling how the cold souls of the lions will deal with this one.

Though it may be a thing of the past, Christmas still exists and is still acknowledged by all of the tribes in one way or another. The more fortunate of them host the most elaborate parties that they can. Though gifts are scarce there’s usually dancing and alcohol at most parties which makes the whole affair more than agreeable to most people.

Each one of the tribes celebrate the holiday in their own way. The Mountain Lions open up the lodge to all members of the tribe on Christmas morning and the party lasts throughout the day with people coming and going as they please.

The Carrion are perhaps that worst off this Christmas, with what little food they had having been damaged they will do their best to scrape something together. Their party is not really a party, but more a quiet gathering of family that mainly consists of trying to keep the younger children happy and their minds off the biting cold.

The River Runners will enjoy a lively party starting late Christmas Eve and lasting until early evening on Christmas. One of their tribe members took it upon himself to provide the entire tribe with a fish feast and a rather quirky bout of entertainment.

The Twin Feathers have a cookout under the pavilion they built in the summer though they spend the evenings in their respective canopies or visiting friends.

The Wolves have their famed party that takes place in the apartment commons and the living room of Wolf’s house. There’s lots of food, some cider, decorations and white-elephant gift-giving. Should a drifter wander in from the cold they won’t be turned away.


Week Nine Events:

Wednesday - Christmas Eve
Thursday - Christmas

Sunday-Saturday: The Carrion continue to deal with the rat problem and find their small food supply has been infiltrated by the nasty things.

Sunday-Tuesday: An injured deer arrives and hangs around the Mountain Lion lodge.

Thursday - Each tribe celebrates the holiday in their own ways.


Week Nine Citizen Birthdays:

December 24th - saint

Week Nine Weather:

Sunday : Scattered and light snow fall High: 30 F Low: 16 F
Monday: Overcast and breezy. High: 29 F Low: 15 F
Tuesday: Overcast and calm. High: 31 F Low: 18 F
Wednesday: Heavy snow fall starting late in the afternoon and lasting through the night. High: 31 Low: 20 F
Thursday: Gentle snow fall throughout the day though not much sticks. High: 32 F Low: 21 F
Friday: Gentle breezes and no snow fall. High: 34 F Low: 19 F
Saturday: Calm and overcast. High: 35 Low: 23


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Week Ten:

The beginning of the week brings incredibly strong winds. The Twin Feathers feel its force most of all though nothing gets damaged. Snow fall returns in the middle of the week to add over six inches to what has already been accumulated from last week. At the end of the week the clouds part and finally reveal a blue sky, though the absence of the clouds brings about a hideous cold spell.

Wednesday brings with it another holiday of the old world. Though having spent most of their reserves on the Christmas parties the celebrations of the New Year are minimal in comparison. The Mountain Lions spend a quiet evening at the lodge with friends over dinner.

The River Runners simply try to keep warm, and keep their minds off of their dwindling food supply. Despite the minimal help from the Lions the winter will be an exceedingly difficult one and they will all most likely come out of it a few pounds lighter.

The Carrion on feeling the same woes as the River Runners and they hardly acknowledge the holiday at all. They still gather together and tensions rise between members as stomachs go hungry.

The Twin Feathers spend New Years in their respective canopies and enjoy being sheltered from the storm. However, late Saturday night the Twin Feather’s routine is interrupted with strange noises coming from below the canopies and the surrounding woods. Those that the noises awaken make every effort to get a glimpse of what is making the sounds but they can see nothing. The next morning there are no signs of anything ever having been there.

The Wolves have the most abundant New Years party and combine their efforts in celebration of Wolf’s birthday.

Week Ten Events:

Wednesday - New Years Eve
Thursday - New Years Day

Wednesday - The tribes celebrate the holiday in their own ways.

Friday Night - Saturday Morning - Some of the Twin Feathers hear strange noises below the Canopy that last for almost thirty minutes, and even if they‘re adventurous to look out their doors they see nothing in the darkness below. In the morning there are no tracks and no sign of anyone or anything ever having been there.


Week Ten Citizen Birthdays:

January 1st - wolf_leader

Week Ten Weather:

Sunday : Overcast and windy High: 33 F Low: 21 F
Monday: Very dark skies with stunningly strong winds. High: 29 F Low: 17 F
Tuesday: Heavy snow fall that adds six inches and strong winds High: 32 F Low: 19 F
Wednesday: Continued snow fall though the wind calms slightly. High: 31 Low: 20 F
Thursday: Light snow fall with no wind High: 32 F Low: 18 F
Friday: Overcast and calm High: 30 F Low: 20 F
Saturday: Partly cloudy and very cold High: 28 Low: 16