| Week Five-Wednesday-Eagle Nest Lake |
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February 22nd, 2012 @ 5:40pm
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Who: Puck(Maverick) and Silas(Things)
Where:Sounds side of Eagle Nest Lake
When: Roughly noon
Why: Random Encounter
Rating: PG-13
Puck had grown very fond of the woods around Eagles Nest Lake, and took his weekly walk as was accustomed. Maverick especially loved these walks cause it meant he could stretch his legs more so than when he was around the theater or garden. Puck watch as Maverick ran father south along the lake and begin to stalk a few wild birds at the edge of the water. The beauty of this area always made him relax. The wind, the water, the sounds the ducks made as they flew angrily away after his dog ran at them, and the soft sweat aromas from the woods. Couldn't get much better then this.
Maverick watched his master sit down at the edge of the lake.From the routine they kept he knew there was time to explore before it was time to return home. Turning towards the woods Maverick started to work his way through the lower brush in search for something to play with. A soft wind rustled the leaves and he caught the smell of a fury little critter down wind from him. Lowering himself as low as he could Maverick began to stalk his prey. He got close enough to see the rabbit eating at a small patch of grass. 'A quick and easy meal you will make my friend...
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| Week Five - Tuesday - Eagle Nest |
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February 20th, 2012 @ 1:00am
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Who: Grace, Max, OTA
Where: Buffalo Bar
When: Tuesday morning, Week 5
Why: Getting a job
Rating: PG 13, for Max's inevitable swearing
( Here goes nothing. )
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| Week 5 ~ Monday ~ Eagle Nest |
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February 18th, 2012 @ 9:59pm
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Who: Mitch and Open
Where: Club Hermes, Eagle Nest
When: Monday afternoon, Week 5
Why: Mitch is bored being injured
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Mitch sat on the couch in the main room of the club with her leg propped up on a pillow next to her. She glared at that leg, he stupid, stupid leg. It was busted, a torn something or other from her literal run-in with a huge metal bumper car. Her leg was wrapped up from the ankle to the knee, not a full cast because there really wasn't any kind of material for a cast, but it was still wrapped up with several ace bandages immobilizing all of her leg. She had to use crutches, fucking crutches! To get around the club. After nearly falling down the stairs the other night trying to get up to her room, Mitch had been temporarily moved down stairs to sleep and live until her leg was healed.
So there she was, sitting on the couch, bored. to. DEATH! She couldn't run her parlor and she had to entrust her clients to her two assistants. Greeeeeaaaaatttt.... It wasn't that she couldn't trust them, she fully did trust them. It was the lack of activity that was bothering her. With her bum leg she was useless. Or at least she felt that way.
The guys had been kind enough to set up one of the few working t.v.s and blu-ray players so she could watch something on them. Currently she was watching 'Death Race' an older but really good movie. Except she was bored! So she wasn't enjoying it very much. "Just kill him already!" she shouted at the tv.
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| Week Five - Sunday morning - Hotel El Capitan |
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February 15th, 2012 @ 5:31pm
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WHO: Jack and Saga
WHERE: Lost Girls homebase
WHY: After the greenhouses, Jack needs to talk to the boss
RATING: PG-13
Jack covered the distance between the greenhouses and home at run and by the time she arrived, her lungs were burning. She coughed and while she could taste the acid of bile in her throat, she did not get sick. Jack thought she might pass out and it sounded like an improvement. The initial rush of adrenaline was receding, leaving behind guilt and horror at what she'd done. She wished desperately that she could close her eyes and wake again with a second chance at the morning and none of this would be happening.
Jack told the first girl she saw that she needed to talk to Saga but could only shaker her head at the frantic inquiries about why she was covered in blood.
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| Week Five - Sunday - Eagle Nest |
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February 11th, 2012 @ 10:40pm
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WHO: Bridget and Loki
WHERE: Eagle Nest, Marketplace.
WHEN: Midday Sunday
WHY: Down to Eagle Nest on Angel business, Bridget encounters Loki.
RATING: Likely PG, but TBD
( What were the odds? )
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| Week Five - Sunday morning - Greenhouses |
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February 11th, 2012 @ 7:33pm
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WHO: Jack and an unknown drifter
WHERE: Out by the Lost Girls' greenhouses
WHY: Jack intends to frighten off a stranger stealing from the greenhouses but things go very wrong
RATING: PG-13 for violence
( Hey...hey guy..are you okay? It’s okay, it’s okay. )
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| Week Change - Five |
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February 11th, 2012 @ 5:35pm
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May 26th, 2024 through June 1st, 2024 - Sunday to SaturdayWeatherThings with the weather have evened out considerably. Things are generally temperate with daytime temperatures between 72 and 76 degrees. At night things cool down, with temperatures between 52 and 60 degrees. There are a few scattered clouds during the day, though they tend to dissipate around noon and return later in the day.
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The Everyday Life in the Enchanted Circle has been continuing like normal. Trade is still picking up, bringing more and more newcomers through Angel Fire and Eagle Nest as the days go by. The late spring days are the ideal times to get your trade out there and gain the things that you need. Locals still aren't taking totally kindly to all of the new faces, but no one can argue with the trade and the good things that it does for everyone.
Rumors are still floating around about towns around the Enchanted Circle succumbing to disease. But a name is never pin-pointed as no one seems to know. People aren't sure whether to put stock in the rumors brought into town or to ignore them and go about life as usual. Though it's hard to deny sometimes that you hear a cough or two over your shoulder and then have no clue what to think. There's a hint of paranoia but you try to brush it off. It's just rumors...right?
The strangers hanging around outside of Angel Fire aren't seen where they were the week prior. A few have actually entered the resort and others have traveled to Eagle Nest. There are questions being asked about what the Angels are all about and how exactly the tribe as a whole works. Just drifter's curiosity, so some say. But is that really all there is to it? It's hard to deny that the questions seem very focused. Not to mention that all of the men asking questions have the fleur de lis on their clothing. It's eerie. Are they connected?
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Tribe Specific Events No events. Things with the tribes are running normally as usual.
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| week 4 - Friday - Eagle Nest |
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February 7th, 2012 @ 5:42pm
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Who: Mitch and OPEN
Where: Eagle Nest, Golden Eagle Fun Park
When: Friday afternoon, Week Four
Why: Mitch is out for a run and runs into the park
Rating: PG?
Mitch tighten her shoe laces on her left foot before shifting over to do the same to her right foot. She ran a hand over her ponytail to assure her hair was all pulled back before to began stretching out her arms. Mitch was in her 'work-out' clothes, which basically consisted of basketball shorts, a loose shirt, and her worn tennis shoes.
She planned on doing a long distance jog down the highway, hit the edge of town then jog back. She was going to fight in the cage fight Saturday, so she wanted to make sure she still had her endurance.
Mitch took off with a steady pace and soon wished she still had her iPod in working condition. She tried to focus on the sound of her feet hitting the pavement but it took a while until Mitch could completely get into the zone of her job. Sweat dripped from her brow as she neared highway 38, therefore her turn around spot. She pushed hersel to sprint to the fun park near the highway. Her arms moved by her sides, and her legs picked up quicker. But Mitch hadn't paid attention to her proximity and before she knew it, Mitch was on a sprinting track towards a weed covered bumper car. "Ah!" she screetched as she tried to slow herself down. But physics won out this round, and Mitch slammed into the hard metal car. She stayed on the ground for a bit, catching her breath and trying not to pass out. Part of her wished no one saw that wipe out, while another part wondered how she was going to get up.
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| Week 4- Friday- Eagle Nest |
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February 7th, 2012 @ 5:41pm
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Who: Craven and Loki
Where: Eagle Nest, Mechanic shop behind the club
When: Friday afternoon. week Four
Why: Craven is just curious, tis all
Rating: PG
Craven had gotten the majority of the information he wanted from the wench at the bar on Tuesday. He had spent the past few days looking around for the tribes and their respective leaders. He figured out who Saga and Lokie were but was a bit unsure about the smaller tribe. If Olivia was indeed in this damn town, Craven was pretty sure she wouldn't be with them. A small, weak-willed tribe that had to pay tribute to another more powerful tribe, yeah, so not worth Craven's time.
But he wasn't so sure that she would be with The Lost Girls either. So he decided to get a bit closer to both the Aesir and the Lost Girls. This way he could also get rid of any threats before he got his hands on Olivia.
His first stop was the machanic shop he had heard about. His plan, to pretend to be interested in their work. He wore tennis shoes with jeans and an old tee-shirt this time. He had to look the part of an interested machanic just 'passing through'. "Uh.. excuse me? Is there anyone here I can talk to?" he asked, walking into the shop.
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| Week 4- Tuesday- Eagle Nest |
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February 7th, 2012 @ 5:40pm
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Who: Craven and Jack
Where: Eagle Nest, Buffalo Bar
When: Tuesday night, week Four
Why: Craven decides to use Jack as his informant
Rating: PG
Craven had been slinking around this terribly country town of Eagle Nest for a few days. He observed how the hierarchy ran, more or less, how trade worked in this town, where respective territories were and who were those he needed to avoid. But watching could only do so much without actual, first-hand, know how. The little wench from his first night in town came to mind.
Yes, Jack would certainly do nicely as his informant. She had to know things, hear things, given her job as a bar tendar. So Craven dressed a bit nicer that evening, making sure his boots looked polished, his cowboy hat didn't have dirt on it, and his shirt was pressed. Putting on a charming smile, Craven walked into the bar and headed straight to the small female.
"Good evening Miss Jack. How was your weekend?" he asked casually as he took a seat on a bar stool. His whole pressence was non-threatening and very charming. There was no way she wouldn't be butter in his hands.
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