Mar. 19th, 2009


[info]doctorroberts

Open

Paul had been to see the spider, and was still considering the engineering detail he'd seen as he walked down the street towards his house. That was probably why he wasn't paying as much attention to his surroundings as he should have been, and very nearly walked into someone.

Only nearly.

He pulled back just in time, raising his hat automatically in greeting. "I apologize, I didn't see you. I didn't step on you, did I?"

Mar. 11th, 2009

[info]the_lechance

Open to Singles

The mixer was very well chaperoned, hosted at the hotel by Ms. Sheedy. There was a piano player for music, a buffet against one wall. There were tables for eating and talking, and a space set aside for dancing. Under Ms. Sheedy's beady eye.

Some of the Beloveds at the hotel had arrived early to help set up the room so even by the time it officially 'opened' at 6 pm there was a bit of a crowd of unmarried people.

Mar. 10th, 2009

[info]delilahmorgan

Edward-Backdated to Friday.

2pm Friday and Delilah was awaiting Edward's arrival. They had no bookings for the afternoon, and so she'd decided to lock up the studio for a few hours. Gareth, her assistant had invited along his husband Charles, and all three were currently chatting animatedly about future plans, standing around by the till.

Mar. 7th, 2009

[info]_delphina_

Hattie

Delphina went straight home, as soon as she was dismissed. She was anxious to see Hattie. Not so much to tell her all they'd discovered or seen, but to reassure herself that things were not as strange at home.

And, frankly, just to see her wife. The idea of having a Beloved to come home to had not yet grown old.

So she whisked from room to room, calling, "Hattie? Are you here?"

Feb. 26th, 2009

[info]culinaryartist

Note to Delilah

Sent while patrol is out.

Dear Delilah,

I would beg a moment of your time on your return to town to send a note and let me know that you have returned safely.

Sincerely,
Edward Parsons

Feb. 24th, 2009

[info]jonaswilder

Patrol-Open to all those going out to the fissure and anyone watching

[OOC notes: Players, please check ooc post here for more information. The ooc post will be updated as the thread progresses.]

They'd met in the Town Square shortly after 1.30pm.

When it was clear that every one was there, Jonas swung up onto his borrowed mount, called Digger near, and addressed the assembled folk from horseback.

"First off, may I jus' take the opportunity to tell you how grateful this town, and indeed myself and my team are for all your valuable help and support over this last while. Hopefully now we're actually getting somewhere, but I won't lie to you, this situation is still potentially very dangerous. And so I must urge you to practice extreme caution at every turn. Your safety is paramount above and beyond anything we may find. Stick together, no wanderin' off the path. Buddy up whenever you can, even if nature calls, beggin' your pardon. Deputy Charles has your names duly noted, and we'll be checking on folks along the way. Please be aware of everything around you. If you see something out of place, unusual tracks, items, sights, sounds, hell, even smells, please bring them to the attention of either myself, or Deputies Coleman or Charles."

He waited until he was sure everyone had absorbed the information so far before continuing. "Right, we're going to head up to the trail the patrol took and past their shelter from the other night, and up on up to the fissure to the co-ordinates that Sheriff Bowbuck left behind him when he left. If we encounter any strange weather on the way, everyone is to head for that shelter, is that understood?" 

The assembled patrol murmured their agreement. "Good, good. Right. I'll head up the column for now." He looked to his deputies. "Leo, can you take the back of the line, and Andrew, if you could ride out alongside as spotter? We'll be stopping for breaks along the way so that I can check on progress and where everyone is up to. First of these I suggest'll be just up from the shelter. There's a bit of a flat area just up beyond it. We'll stop there."

He looked around the folk gathered, "And I just pray that the good Lord'll be shinin' on us, and we'll find somethin' useful. Everyone got watches to hand?" He took his out of his waistcoat pocket, and checked it against the town clock. "Happen it's now 2pm. Worse comes to worse an' we get separated, everyone's to report back here afore 4.30pm. Any questions?" he finished, looking around. "Speak up now if so." 

His eyes scanned over those assembled to look for any hands, or people shouting out with questions.

Jan. 28th, 2009

[info]delilahmorgan

Edward-Backdated to Tuesday.

3pm Tuesday and Mr Jones arrived promptly at the Beloved's Hotel to pick Edward up to escort him to Delilah's studio. He sent up Delilah's card and waited patiently for him in the foyer.

Jan. 24th, 2009

[info]the_lechance

Town hall meeting - Open to all

The announcement about the meeting had been cried every day for the past week; every citizen had been strongly encouraged to attend.

Since it had the possibility of running for a long time -- and to give it the appropriate sense of seriousness -- the meeting was held in the cathedral, one of the only places in LeChance that could seat most of the town. Leroy stood behind the lectern, quietly talking to Ms. Sheedy as the crowd gathered. He looked tired but determined.

He invited Jonas and his staff to sit at the front of the space with him, giving them a brief rundown of what he planned and giving them a chance to voice objections or suggestions before the idea was placed before the town. Others at the front of the hall included Father Marks, the judge, council members, a historian and the principal of the schools.

Finally, on the hour, Anastacia Mason, the town crier, stepped forward and called for all to be seated and settled. She read a few commonplace announcements before introducing Leroy and moving unobtrusively to the side.

Leroy stepped up, hands behind his back and took a breath as he ordered his thoughts.

My fellow citizens... )

Jan. 19th, 2009

[info]delilahmorgan

Letter to Edward-delivered to the Beloved's Hotel (Backdated to Friday)

(A card with the address of Delilah's Studio on, and the following letter are delivered to the Beloved's Hotel)

Dear Mr. Parsons,

Further to our conversation the other week, I wondered if you were still available for afternoon tea? If you're agreeable, I could arrange for a myself and a chaperone to call at the Hotel, at say around four in the afternoon this coming Monday? Or alternatively, I should be free from work from around two in the afternoon on the same day, if you'd prefer to meet at my studio instead? Please let me know what would best suit yourself, as my work and home hours are quite flexible.

It was delightful to meet you the other week, and I hope the New Year is seeing you well thus far.

Regards,
Delilah Morgan

Dec. 31st, 2008

[info]delilahmorgan

Open-backdated to Monday

It had been a lovely seasonal celebration over the past week. Lots of fun, food, and good spirits had been enjoyed with her new friends in LeChance, and she was looking forwards to the turn of the year, and all the new things it promised.

She was out walking, taking advantage of the unseasonably warm weather. She was in a bouyant mood, as she was out buying food for the New Year celebrations, and she called out in friendly greeting to most faces she recognised.

"Good day to you, lovely out isn't it?"

Dec. 20th, 2008

[info]the_lechance

Open to All - Set Sunday night/Monday

The main gathering hall had been decorated with swags of greens and candles, lending a soft, romantic glow to the space. Tables were scattered throughout the hall and along one side there was an elborate buffett spread. Musicians had set up unobstrusively next to the large space left open for dancing.

In one corner there was a large evergreen tree decorated with more candles, preserved flowers and fruits, strings of cranberries, small paper doilies, and ribbons and tied to tree branches. But the center of attraction was the yule log burning in the huge fireplace at the end of the hall.

Before the festivities began, Leroy made a short speech thanking the residents of LeChance for the hard work over many months, congratulating the newly married and affianced, wishing everyone happy holidays and set the party in motion.

Nov. 27th, 2008

[info]delilahmorgan

Open

Delilah was stood out front of her studio, hands on hips, scrunching her face at the display in the window. 

She had rescued some of the nicest flower arrangements left over after the festival had ended, and the window was full of a lovely late Autumn display. Rich strong colours of reds, deep browns and oranges in an array of dried grasses, leaves and long lasting flowers and fruits. The foliage surrounded a couple of her newest artworks, a pair of large Autumnal-themed oil paintings of LeChance buildings. Sepia-touched portraits ran around the edging of the window, reminding passersby of her main trade.

"Hmm," she said, thinking out loud, "Too much?"

Nov. 21st, 2008

[info]the_lechance

Open to all

Late in the afternoon, a small crowd gathered in a field to participate in the gathering of the final harvest of the season. They loaded it into a decorated horse-drawn wagon and followed it into town, singing songs and waving sheafs of hay.

More people followed along as the parade passed them by, leading them into the square that normally held the merchants but had been cleared earlier for the celebration. There were still a few booths set up but they'd been converted to homes for games. The growing crowd was invited to march to the cathedral for a short service or to stay at the square to help set up for a feast.

Lanterns were lit all around the buildings and the square, casting a warm glow. There was just the slightest nip in the air but that would be dispelled when the dancing started later. Enormous amounts of food were heaped on a banquet table and long tables were set with glittering china and strewn with bouquets of late-blooming flowers.

Nov. 19th, 2008

[info]the_lechance

Letters

Letters to Ascendants )

Beloved )

Nov. 18th, 2008

[info]delilahmorgan

Open

Delilah was sitting out front of her studio, people watching. Well that and sketching. People. And buildings. LeChance really was very pretty, in more ways than one.

She'd already filled a few pages with quick charcoal studies, and she had a small charcoal thumbprint smudge on her cheek. There was a couple of hours to kill before her next client, a sitting for a family with a new baby, and so Delilah was relaxing. She sat back in her garden lounger and dropped the hardback drawing book to her lap. She snuggled down happily under the lambswool throw she'd brought out with her, and reached for the cup of hot chocolate on the small table next to her.

When she saw someone crossing the road nearby she called out to them, "Good afternoon!"

Nov. 17th, 2008

[info]irish_boy

Delilah (backdated to last Friday)

Friday morning - not too early, to give Delilah a chance to settle in for the day, but not late because he didn't want to waste time when he could be doing something with the promise of money at the end of it - Patrick strolled down Main Street, paused a moment to survey the front of Delilah's premises, then stepped up to the door and rapped smartly.

He was smiling. He had to confess to himself, he'd been very much looking forward to seeing Delilah again, and it wasn't just because of the offer of a job.

Nov. 11th, 2008

[info]irish_boy

Open

Patrick was wandering along the beach in a rare moment off between odd jobs. It was too cold for paddling, but he had his shoes and stockings off and dangling from one hand and was enjoying the feel of the sand between his toes and the warmth of the weak autumn sun on his skin.

When he saw someone approaching, he waved and called out, "Good day to ye! I don't suppose ye know anything about fishing, do ye?"

Well, pretty much not working. He'd just thought of another way to earn money.

Nov. 9th, 2008

[info]2ndbanana

Open

Leo had finally had a chance to visit the town library. A dangerous thing, that. She could have spent hours slowly drifting through the aisles. As it was, she had quite a haul of books to tote the short distance across the street to the sheriff's office.

She wasn't on duty for awhile, but the porch at the office beckoned to her.

Nov. 5th, 2008

[info]delilahmorgan

Open

Del had taken a few days to set up her studio on Main Street and to settle into the comfortable accomodation above. The place was light and spacious, with plenty of room for private consultations, darkrooms, and in the residential space there was even room for her to set up her art supplies. Large windows and tall ceilings were ideal, and Del was very happy with it all. With the purse her parents had given her, she'd been able to fix everything just how she wanted, and it had even allowed for her to take on an assistant in the form of Mr Gareth Jones, a young married Ascendant, who was proving very eager and quick to learn.

It was the day before Del was going to open up shop, and everything was ready. She thought she'd take the time out to look around the town a bit, look at the shops, and hopefully to meet a few folk. It was a lovely afternoon, and the late Autumn sun was warming her heart if not her body. Her full length woollen shawl was taking care of that though, and she was quite cosy as she walked. She saw a figure approaching, and called out in greeting, "Good afternoon, it's beautiful weather for the time of year, yes?"