Devil's Tower

Who: Misfit, Windchaser, Sparrow, Gemini, Swift, Hazard and anyone else who has met her
Where: Wolf Territory then Carrion Territory
When: Mid-Morning til the end of the day
What: Misfit is leaving Sundance and wants to say Good-bye to everyone
Rating: PG
Status: Open to all those who have met Misfit//In Progress

Misfit was sad to be leaving. She really had met some nice people here in Sundance. But the truth was, she wanted to go home. Maybe she would return, maybe she wouldn't, but she did want to at least say good-bye to the people who had helped her during her stay.

Since she was closest to the Wolves territory, she decided to start with Gemini, Sparrow and Windchaser. She especially wanted to say bye to Windchaser as well as thank you. She would have never known about herself and her body if it wasn't for her. Misfit owed her a lot more than words. OH, and Swift lived around there too! Misfit remembered him as being her first and most funniest customer in Sundance. Misfit held a big grin as she walked onto Wolf territory.

Bullet and Bandit walked on either side of her, flanker her and forever mindful of their surroundings. Misfit just skipped along, humming some tune she remembered her brother singing once a upon a time. "Hello! Anyone around?" Misfit shouted as she walked along, not quite at the farm grounds yet.

Who: Swift and Pan
Where: Pan's boat
When: Week 23 Sunday
Why: Talking out an idea

Swift had been playing with an idea for weeks his recent plans for Libby's wardrobe had only strengthened the idea. A boutique, with everything he could scare up or make, to bring a little sparkle back to Sundance, and bring the working side of the community together, the little leather worker, all the designers and material workers, any jewellers, anyone who made bags or shoes, made perfume, or make up, worked with hair. He had faith he could do it, he always had, after all drag was hardly high street.

While ever he was working he was happy, and yes he may not ever be able to be Lola again out here, because it would pull his supplies apart and to make it work properly he'd have to work with others, but then he always had played well with others and it would make life much more fun. But there was always the other question, was he prepared to work alone? And that was what he was doing here, because if he wanted to work with anyone it was someone who seemed to understand him as well as Pan did.

One massive problem...if Pan wanted in, but then Pan had seemed fragile and like he needed a lift, maybe this was it...he could only say no

Who: Everyone who wants to attend!
Where: The Trading Post
When: Monday evening and throughout most of the night!
Why: Some people just need a reason to party...
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Although the United States no longer exists in the way that the survivors knew it to before, there are still some people who use the national holiday as an excuse for celebration. The holiday has mutated into a kind of celebration of survival and perseverance rather than one of national freedom. This party at the trading post is a kind of organic event where one person dresses up and starts drinking and more people inevitably join them. With the number of drifters, travelers and traders in town this time of year there is no shortage of participants. The nearby Belle Fourche offers a cool relief from the heat of the day and many people can be found swimming there during this party.

The citizens of Sundance aren't as likely to join in the fun, unless they're a River Runner, but a few make it over to the Trading Post for some relief from their chores. With the right goods, or other offers, it's always possible to find some drugs or alcohol. This party tends to be more adult-themed than other parties at the trading post, so prudes usually don't enjoy themselves.

Who. Swift and Open
What. Looking for shiny things
When. Monday afternoon, week 22
Where. The Marketplace
Rating. TBD
Status. Incomplete//Open



Swift was bored, and the urge to bring out Lola for the first time since before the virus to brighten this place up and to give him a little more to do. However there was a major problem with that in that he'd left his old home, he'd picked up more important things than all but one of his wigs and not a single pair of man size sparkly peep hole heeled sandals, which made resurrecting his old alter ego extremely difficult. The one thing he did have faith in was his ability to bring together a few outfits and bring the show back on the road even if he did have to do it in shitty shoes.

So, here he was, stalking the stalls, looking for something he could flex his creative muscles over. It would be weeks if not months until he was ready to put on a show, if he ever was, but to him, this was normality and he needed it. Especially if it had sequins or feathers on it...or lycra at a push. And where the hell was he going to get hold of more wigs?

Who. Swift and Libby
What. Skulking in the Library
When. Monday Afternoon
Where. Library
Rating. TBD
Status. Incomplete//Open

Swift didn't know what drew him here particularly. He'd never liked libraries before the Virus, they were so...not him, but he had always liked to read and books were difficult to come by now. Plus he doubted he would ever asked to shut up here. He remembered the library down the block from the house he shared with Paul. They'd loathed his noisiness, the public displays of affection and eventually with him pushing them too far, by returning a book dressed as Lola, which had admittedly not been done on purpose, but he was pretty sure the woman behind the counter had actually had a haemorrhage when his head dress had got caught on a strip light. He was pretty sure that he was the first person to be banned from his local library for that.

However this was his first time at the Wolves library, he wasn't dragged up and he didn't have Paul by his side, so he was unlikely to get banned unless he tried really hard. He walked into the place slowly, looking around to see if there was anything he wanted to read around here. Even if he did find anything, Swift realised he had no idea who to ask what he could take...or even if he could.