Devil's Tower

Week Thirteen - Wednesday
WHO: Watts and Notch
WHAT: The two decide to go jogging and discuss a few things
WHERE: Somewhere in the Mountain Lion territory
WHEN: Wednesday, early morning
RATING: TBD

Sleep seemed to be something that was escaping Notch lately. He wasn't quite sure if it was because of the leaky faucet in the bathroom near to his room, the fact that lately everyone seemed to be more infuriating than usual or possibly because of the information that had been given to him earlier in the week. It had been made clear that he himself, Saint, Watts, Slick and Ace were to be going after that elusive drifter once more, who was now under the careful watch of Wolf and his cronies. While he was nearly elated at this development, what had happened the last time something of this caliber had been undertaken had been plaguing him. Nothing had gone as planned and in the end they had lost one of their own, while the drifter went free. That would not be happening this time, he would see to it.

Not being able to sleep had left his schedule open to other less productive things, such as pacing around the Lodge, staring down any one up at this hour. Or at least everyone except the short redhead he'd run into, who just gotten a raised brow and a nod. He could tell from the way Watts was dressed that she was going out for a jog, and had taken it upon himself to join her. There had been a minimal number of words exchanged between the two in setting up this little bout of exercising, as well as little to no conversation since they'd set out. His own thoughts were still set on what had gone on before, and just how he couldn't wait to get revenge against those lowlifes.

A glance was given to Watts, before he focused his gaze on the ground once more. The quite serene scene around them was a sharp contrast from his musings that were only fueled by his elevated heartbeat and his limbs swiftly carrying him closer to the edge of the Mountain Lion territory. He didn't know just how long they had been out here, and it didn't really matter. The plan had been set into action, and it was only a matter of time before it was executed, much to his delight. "We'll get him this time," Notch mumbled, before he picked up speed and went ahead of his companion in this.

WHO: Ratchet and Notch
WHAT: He's antagonizing people, she runs into him...literally
WHERE: Mountain Lion Lodge
WHEN: Saturday
RATING: TBD
STATUS: Incomplete and closed to these two

This was ridiculous. Lately Ratchet had been in nothing short of a bad mood. Why? It seemed like every day there were more and more idiots getting in her way and just asking to get clocked in the mouth. No this was a rather usual thing, but in the past few days it had gotten to the point where she'd been carrying one of her heavier wrenches around. Anyone who dared get on her nerves would have to deal with the consequences. Today her usual annoyances (namely her fellow mechanics and electricians who had no clue what they were doing) backed off immediately at the sight of her. Sure, Ratchet was tiny as anything. But with that trademark scowl on her face and that big wrench slung over her shoulder...she was someone you most definitely didn't want to mess with.

"Um...Ratchet? Can I ask you something please?" came the question from behind her.

She stopped and turned around. Despite having to look up at who she was talking to, she looked angry. "What is it?" The slightly younger guy who'd asked the question, one of the electricians who worked closely with her, visibly started to shake a little. "Well...it's j-just that...the others b-b-back working n-need some help with the wiring. T-they asked me to come see you?" Now if there was anything that Ratchet hated more than annoying people, it was annoying people who stuttered in her presence. It only provoked her impatience and less than kind attitude.

"Do I look like I want to be bothered by you right now?" she asked, staring the guy down. He shook his head no. Good answer. "I'm telling you to go back to them and tell them how to fix it. And don't come back and bug me about it. Just deal with it. Got it?" He didn't answer. "I said...got it?" This time her voice was laced even more with that underlying anger. He nodded and hurriedly started off in the opposite direction.

She kept walking, finding that the incompetence of those she worked with was astounding. And now it was just irritating her more. When she got too focused on something that was bothering her, she tended to zone out without thinking. That was already starting to happen. Ratchet didn't really see much of where she was going while she was walking, but eventually she would get knocked out of her little La La Land.

Teeny tiny Ratchet had run right into someone considerably taller and bigger than her. Her first instinct was to scowl as she looked up at the person. But then she recognized who it was. Notch. Hm...well that explained why she'd felt like she'd run into a brick wall. The hood of her dark gray hoodie had fallen back, showing the short cut of her brown hair. She rolled up her sleeves idly, her multitude of scars showing now. "Do you always make a habit of standing there like a big dumb wall?" No 'I'm sorry'. Just snark. That was Ratchet for you.

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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.