Devil's Tower

Week Fifteen: Friday Night

What: Miles takes a trip to the Palace, what's going to happen?
Who: Miles and Poe (Bear later on)
Where: The Palace
When: Friday Evening, right at about sunset
Rating: PG-13 for language and adult situation

( What's goign to happen? Read on... )

Who: Grey & Poe and eventually Jax
What: Grey goes sneaking around Jackal territory and gets caught in more ways than one
When: Tuesday mid-morning
Where: Jackal Territory, on a path to the Vance Copper Mines
Rating: R let's just go with R


Grey was sitting at the kitchen table early Tuesday morning, as the whole 'family' was gathered in the main rooms to eat breakfast. It was a tradition that usually brought Grey some feeling of security and peace, but today his mind was anything but settled. Yesterday he had received an invitation to a meeting of the Tribal Leaders by the Jackals. He was apprehensive about it to say the least and had tried to push all of his doubts out of his mind, but then Sox had told him something odd.

Sox had been one of the many local kids who's parents had not had the burial that Grey's had. They had died when most of the adults had and as such their burial had been a mass one into the Vance Copper Mines. It hadn't been nice, but at the time it had been the last resort when bodies were piling up around the city. So like many, Sox had always grieved for his parents at the Mines. According to Sox, he had gone down like he had every month when there was peace to grieve, but had stopped just inside of the forest's edge. What he had told Grey was the he had caught sight of a full guard around the Mines.

That was in no way normal, and it just didn't sit right with Grey; just like nothing had since the Jackals had come to Sundance. After Grey had finished his chores that morning, he had taken off into the city and toward the Mines. Something was really bugging him about the whole thing, and since this Jax character was playing the 'peace' card Grey didn't think he was likely to harm a Tribal Leader the day before such an important meeting. It was a risk, but Grey had never really been known for his levelheadedness.

That lack of focus when it came to being careful was likely the reason the Grey found his feet falling through the earth as he was walking down the path outside of the city toward the mines.

As his head hit the ground, all Grey could think was 'get your knife out' and it was the first thing he did after quickly scrambling back onto his feet. There was a pang in his knee, where the force of the impact had obviously jammed something, but that;s not where Grey's focus was. No his eyes were darting around the bottom and top of the pit he had found himself in.

When he found himself alone, he hugged the edges waiting with baited breathe for round two, but round two didn't come. After half an hour Grey started to yell for help.

Who: Nova and the Palace Girls
When: Friday afternoon week 14
What: Delivering costumes
Rating: PG-13? It is a house of ill repute
Status: In Progress but open to the girls


Nova loved being in the Canopy and making her costumes but she missed the seclusion of Sunny Times. She missed being surrounded by so much fabric she couldn't see the door. Even though she didn't mind being huddled in like a little mouse in a nest even Nova got claustrophobic. She needed to get out and she needed above all else not to be babied. She grabbed her bag and silently began gathering the costumes she had been making from an order. Everyone involved would freak the hell out once they figured where she was, if they found out.

Nova was hoping for they never found out her destination and with hope that she was gone at all. She hadn't been seen out much and had just been getting her requests by runner. She needed to do some much needed measurements though and this gave her an excuse to get out.

Nova managed with a bit of effort getting down to the ground with her petite form heavily pregnant. She may have only been four months or so but on her tiny frame she seemed like a barrel. It was a beautiful day to be going for a walk with the sky clear as it was. Nova still pulled her rainbow hoody around herself though. No matter the temperature unless it was 190 she was probably going to be cold.

The walk to the Palace was one she had made on many occasion but for once in her young life she was cautious about it. The war still put her ill at ease even though it was over and there was the fact she had more to worry about than herself these days. Nova knew she was a great hope for the future. She knew that despite the state of the world she was accomplishing the impossible. They got reports on occasion from surrounding areas and no one had ever told of a woman being pregnant. As far as Nova knew she was the first and only since the Virus had hit. It was a great responsibility and one she wasn't taking lightly...though she certainly wasn't taking it as heavy as some might. It all made her wonder if she would become some tourist attraction. Like some minimum wage worker seeing the Virgin Mary in a doughnut hole.

It was those flittering thoughts that brought Nova to the pink painted Victorian that was her destination. She made her way up onto the porch and gave a light knock to the front door. She half had to wonder how the girls with their chosen profession would take her being pregnant. It was bound to be interesting.

Such a comfortable morning after...

Who: Prissy and Poe
What: Morning After glow and a new tattoo
When: 10:00-sh
Where: Prissy's Room at the Palace
Rating: PG-13 for now...

Poe woke slowly, her limbs still heavy from pleasure and sleep and the thin satin sheets beneath her sliding deliciously across her skin. Yes, after an hour and a half of scrubbing blood from wood and fabric, her shower and her night with prissy had really hit the spot. She had needed that intimacy. And she loved that , once Prissy woke up, there would be no awkward silences. Stretching like a well fed cat, Poe rolled towards the warm body next her and propped herself up on one shoulder. Prissy was laying so comfortably, her pink wig slightly askew and her chest rising and falling beneath the satin. Poe grinned down at her. She was toughie- had gone through lot in her life, but she had come out with a great attitude and some tricks that cold blow the top off a girls head.

Wrapping a sheet around her, Poe tip-toed down the hall to her room and grabbed an old t-shirt from her trunk, her sewing kit and the red, green, and black sharpies from her nightstand before returning to Prissy's room. She snggled back into the bed and propped everything up. The sharpies flashed across the old fabric, the tattoo design pouring onto the shirt and framing the words "BEWARE GUARD DOG ON DUTY". She let her mind go blank, the soft sound of Prissy's breathing and the snag of the markers on fabric filling her with a sense of contentment. She would love to be able to actually tattoo someone right now, instead of printing imitations on t-shirts. But the idea had been running through her head since Reina had mentioned it last night. And with her body still humming with pleasure, Poe's cold heart was warm and soft this morning, her creative juices flowing in abundance. This was her center, the balance of what she wanted to be and could be.