Devil's Tower

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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.

Who: Jace and [OPEN! or random narrative]
What: Keeping the Wolves safe from intruders, of course
When: Tuesday, late afternoon
Where: The edges of the Wolve's territory in the city

Guard duty. It was, generally speaking, a terribly boring job. It was better than doing nothing, but only slightly better, since most of the time it was... well, doing nothing. People left you alone though, and Jace appreciated the solitude. He was still too much of a loner to cheerfully join in the tribe's more teamworky activities. Considering his uncanny ability to piss people off and knack for disrupting groups, that was probably best for everyone.

Today's assignment saw him on the western edge of the Wolves' territory. His usual technique was to find some high vantage point where he could keep watch from and where he'd have the advantage if anything did go down. Lurking in trees or on rooftops also meant he could avoid welcome visitors he didn't want to deal with or, on rare occasions, jump down and scare the shit out of them, which was always good entertainment. Why was it that even the most cautious people never seemed to look up for danger? It couldn't have been evolutionary, there must have been some point in prehistory where people were attacked by nasty things lurking in the trees, but still everyone looked side to side and chanced a wary glance behind them, but never looked up. Except for the people he'd encountered before, of course. He had to hand it to most of the Wolves, they learned from experience.

Jace had perched himself on the roof of a small house today, using a conveniently placed railing to help him climb up. From that vantage point he had a good view of the few scattered nearby buildings and the road stretching out in both directions. There was no chance he wouldn't see anyone approaching.

Settled in to wait out his shift he fished in his pocket, pulling out a good sized switch-blade. The result of a recent trade, he'd grown quite fond of the wicked little weapon, playing with it in idle moments just to keep his hands busy, flicking the blade open and closed, spinning it, tossing and catching it. It was fortunate he had well above average dexterity from years of playing the same way with coins and cards or he probably would have lost a finger by now. That would be a fun one to explain to the medic.

Trespassing, climbing on rooftops, playing with knives. If only he had something to smoke and something to steal he could go for all the things that used to get him thrashed when he was fourteen. He chuckled to himself. If only his poor aunt and uncle were around to see him now, wouldn't they be impressed with how he'd turned out.

Who: Shadow and Libby
What: Chatting?
When: Thursday afternoon
Where: The Library

It was a cloudy day, but it was warm, and at least it wasn't raining. Since Shadow had decided to venture out again, she'd though it might. Somehow she just didn't have the best luck with the weather. It had been incredibly nice though and she'd enjoyed the short walk from the apartments to the library. She was starting to believe that maybe spring really was here at last, summer no longer a distant and elusive dream but a promise just on the horizon.

She had some time to spare so she was planning to spend a couple hours hunting through the library. Gradually she was hunting down and studying every medical book she could find, from the simplest first aid manuals to dense textbooks that she barely understood sometimes. The medical journals were often of the most practical use, so that's where she was going to start her search today. After that she might poke around for a good novel too. It had been too long since she last picked up anything new and fun to read.

Shadow had an ulterior motive for visiting the library as well. She was hoping to run into Libby. They didn't get to talk all that often, considering how close together they lived, but Shadow enjoyed spending time with Libby. After returning from her wanderings the librarian had a perspective on things that was very similar to Shadow's own, and they both seemed to understand the art of silence just as well as the art of conversation, not something that was all that common. Since meeting Libby's half-sister, Gemini, earlier in the week, she was interested to hear how that was going and to hear her side of things.

Entering the library, Shadow peered around, the same way she always did, amazed and grateful that this repository of knowledge was still standing. The farm and the power plant were great, but this might actually be the town's greatest treasure.

WHO: Azrael, Ace, and Slick
WHEN: Sunday afternoon
WHERE: Mountain Lion Lodge, conference room.
WHAT: Those crafty baddies are at it again. They're getting restless.

Today was one of those days for Azrael - a rare one, when he wasn't quite as calm and collected as usual. He couldn't sit still, and there was a manic glint in his eye that scared off everybody he came across. Not that Az wanted to talk to the commoners anyway. There were only two people he wanted to talk to right now. There was plotting to be done.

He sent somebody insignificant out to find his two best friends and partners-in-crime when he was sure he was done with what duties they had for the day. Knowing them, those consisted of tormenting the rest of the Lodge in some form or another. This was the kind of day that was most dangerous for all three of them. Whatever demon possessed the triad's usual voice of reason from time to time didn't care much about reason at all. Azrael was still as calculating as ever, in this kind of mood, but more reckless. He wanted action. Results. He was going to get them, no matter what it took.

Az paced while he waited for Slick and Ace to join them in their usual meeting room, though he usually would've been standing still to greet them, watching the rainwater drizzle down the window. He didn't care about the weather much today; there was no time for brooding.

Who: Windchaser and anyone who’s around

When: Tuesday Afternoon
Where: The kitchens of Wolf territory
What: Looking for company to dig herself out of the mood she’s been in for a few days

 

Windchaser knew she hadn’t been any fun for the last few days. After everything with Ryder, she tried to force herself to think of him as Ryder, as a different person, someone who would walk away from her. She ached inside and out, she just hadn’t wanted to see anyone, and had pretty much barricaded herself into the room she’d been given while she dealt with how she felt. She had come close, so close, to turning and running, but these people had been good to take her in, and they needed a medic. She knew she was better than that, and running only ever led to trouble. She didn’t dare go back to the pastures, so when she was simply out of energy to work, she slept.

She also felt guilty, she’d barely eaten and not even bothered to speak to Wren, sneaking out just before dawn to fulfil the minimum of her responsibilities to Cabello. She knew it was wrong of her, that she owed it to herself and to them to get out there. She’d made the decision to stay in Sundance, so now she had to build a life there, pretend she was OK, and let him choose to come to her…If he didn’t, so be it.

Windchaser was starving, she’d tried to keep herself busy making treatments that she knew could be stored and were used most often, but hadn’t really bothered to eat, simply worked and slept, trying to prove her worth, at least partly to herself, and when the time was right, to the Wolves.

Now was the time, standing in that kitchen, to connect with these people who had chosen her and who she had decided to stay with. It was time to accept that and start making this place feel like home.

She wanted to make sure she caught up with Wren soon, the younger woman had made a lot of effort with her the previous week, and she still owed the ghost story in return for her new hair, which she still loved. She ran her fingers through the purple streak and sighed as she grabbed a piece of fruit and plonked onto a stool, beginning to think over her story and making a note to herself that she ought to find a way to catch up with Peri soon too.

She had promises to keep, and she wanted to be known here, as she always had everywhere else, as a person who could be relied on to keep her promises, pull her weight and be there when people needed her.

 

Who: Gemini and Anyone she runs into.
When: Early Monday Morning
Where: Wolf territory, wandering south
What: needs timeout of the awkward climate of the house.
Status: COMPLETE

Gemini sighed as she tucked her note to Libby, telling her she was going out for some air, on her pillow, where she guessed it was most likely to be found. Then she tucked a piece of leather she was working on into the bag of tools hanging from her shoulder and silently navigated her way through the tension that was so thick in the house. She checked to be sure that Callum was still out in the backyard, leaning on the wide door frame to watch him as he lounged on the newly painted purple deck. Sigh

The house was so... awkward... not that she neccessarily wanted to break open the giant can of worms that was her and Libby's relationship, but would it help if they just cleared the air? Got all the crap out of the way and sat down and talked about their past and their father? Gemini straightened and walked out of the house, into the rain and the cold. Libby hadn't really spoken to her since that first day. She had gotten her settled in to her very luxurious (at least to Gemini's standards) new bedroom and then told her to help herself to the kitchen and the bathroom. She had smiled lightly when she passed Gemini in the halls. She had not, however, spoken one word besides a murmered "good morning" or "hey". Gemini didn't know what to do...

She walked through the mostly clear streets, not really paying attention to her whereabouts, only knowing that she was wandering south towards rougher looking buildings and emptier streets. All she really saw was the haze in front of her eyes, the memories of those first earth-rattling minutes in the Sundance Library. So much shock and anger an confusion in such a short period of time. Vaguely, Gemini wondered what Libby was thinking... if she had really and truely explained the situation to Wolf yet. How would he take it? Knowing that Gemini was just the "Mistress's Daughter", just "One of HIS"... She shuddered. How would she ever fit in here? But Lord, she wanted to fit in here... She really wanted to fit in here...

Sighing, Gemini looked up, past the edge of her thoughts and let the heavy, early morning rain, pelt her face and wash away the worry lines. She loved the rain. Loved how it swept away dirt and grime and sins in one wash of heavenly water. Thinking how she would love for the rain to wash away the tension in the house as easily as it washed away the tension in her muscles, Gemini sat back in the shadowy doorway of a sturdy, hospital looking building and pulled the scrap of leather out of her bag. She was humming slightly to herself, an old Nat King Cole melody, and working the rough spots out of the dark tan hide, when she first heard the footsteps approaching her hideaway.

Week Thirteen-- Sunday to Saturday

Month: Third week in March, Sunday to Saturday
Year: 2021

Week Thirteen:

The River Runners continue their search for their lost leader this week. Things are uneasy around the tribe and when still no sign of Gypsy is found by Friday the Runners extend their search. River Runners start to question the future of their tribe and leadership. Some people are looking to Silver and some to Jed, while others are speaking of leaving the tribe all together.

Rumors continue to circulate that the Mountain Lions will be opening a club of sorts (think drinking, girls, gambling, etc.) in the northern fringe of the city that they still have under control. Nothing has been confirmed yet but a lion was seen visiting the River Runners and supposedly discussing a large barter for alcohol.

Marmie of the Twin Feathers has been working in cooperation with her tribe and Libby from the Wolves to re-vamp an old storage cabin near the Twin Feather’s gardens. By the end of the week the Twin Feathers school is officially open and welcomes children from all tribes to come learn! A small donation of food or some other good is welcome but not expected.

The southern side of the city is still the most overgrown with vegetation and clogged with junk than any other area of the city. This week the Carrion make an effort to clean up their block.

Rumors amongst the members of the Wolves tribe continue to escalate, with some members even approaching the leaders to see if what they’ve heard is true. Things are tense and uncertain and communication between the farm and the city suffers, though food deliveries and labor exchanges seem to not be affected. The two drifters who killed a member of the Mountain Lions and wounded the pride of the tribe are still snug within the ranks of the Wolf tribe and so far no problems have come of it but the Wolves are still on their guard and they try to keep the drifters within the heart of their own territory.

The trading post is still busy with only a slight lapse in activity during the few rainy days at the beginning of the week. Because of the weather a St. Patrick’s Day/Spring celebration is put off until Saturday when warm weather and clear skies brings to the Trading Post the most people that its seen in years. Drinking, dancing, music and it’s not hosted by an particular tribe so things are going to be fun!


Week Events:


All Week: The Trading Post is doing a booming business. The market stays steady all week with vendors and customers from all over.

Thursday: Twin Feathers school opens!

Saturday: St. Patrick’s Party at the Trading Post, tribe and drifter wide! This party is huge! The most people to ever gather at the Trading Post in tribe history!


Citizen Birthdays:

None

Week Weather:

Sunday : Light rain and winds reaching 10mph High: 65 Low: 56
Monday: Heavier rain with winds dying down around noon High: 67 F Low: 60 F
Tuesday: Light rain High: 68 F Low: 61 F
Wednesday: Overcast High: 70 Low: 64 F
Thursday: Partly cloudy High: 70 F Low: 65 F
Friday: Partly cloudy. High: 69 F Low: 64 F
Saturday: Clear High: 71 Low: 65