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Mar. 7th, 2009



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. 24th, 2009


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.

Feb. 7th, 2009


Open to all Beloveds

Hattie had spent the last two days baking, cleaning the house from top to bottom and decorating it with flowers. She'd brought most of the chairs in the house into the drawing room, set in little groups so people could talk comfortably, each with a little table to put their tea and cakes on. On a bigger table, there was a huge urn of tea and cakes and breads of every imaginable sort. Hattie had had the time of her life baking them!

The fun she'd had preparing could only be exceeded by the joy that filled her as she gazed about at the people filling her drawing room.

Feb. 6th, 2009


Invitation to all Beloveds (backdated a bit!)

Dear Beloveds,

It is my pleasure to invite you all for afternoon tea at three o'clock on Saturday 7 February, for a gathering of Beloveds for conversation and the consumption of a wide selection of cakes and breads!

I look forward to seeing you all - and if you know any other Beloved who would like to come, please do invite them too!


Hattie Salas (nee Palmer)

(Address follows)

Jan. 13th, 2009



Effie was taking advantage of the warm weather, and sitting out on the porch of the house with her pillow on her lap. Her feet were tucked up on a stool, as she still had lingering nerves about whatever those metal skittering things had been returning, and she was certain those had been responsible for the damage to her threads. Such a little thing, in appearance, but so much to her. The box of threads was at her side, another box of bobbins next to it, and she was trying to wind pairs to start the next pattern.

Trying. The thread came to an abrupt end again, and she swore fervently, very Glaswegian and thoroughly unladylike, before glancing up and blushing hard, eyes widening as she caught sight of the person passing on the street. "Oh, I'm that sorry, ye'll forgive me, please, for saying such?"

Jan. 6th, 2009



Sadie was sitting outside her shop becase the light was better. There were two baskets of cloth at her feet and a worried expression on her face. She sighed, snipped the edge of a brilliant blue silk and then tore it down to the other side with a loud sound. The bulk of the material was refolded and placed in the second basket then she cut off a portion of the smaller piece.

"I don't know if you're going to be usable at all," she said, not realizing that the person coming down the walk could probably hear her.

Dec. 12th, 2008


Delphina (backdated to just before the Thanksgiving festival)

The few weeks between their meeting to write out their contract and the date planned for their wedding had crawled by for Hattie, but at last the day had arrived and suddenly, here she was, married and about to enter her new home as a bride!

They'd had a quiet wedding, since both families were too far away to make the journey and they'd be seeing everyone they knew in LeChance at the harvest festivities the following day, but the ceremony had been very moving in its simplicity.

Hattie stood on the steps to their house - their house! - in her wedding dress, with the addition now of a thin red band around her left wrist. She gazed down at it, and the black band around Delphina's, their hands joined below the bands evidencing their marriage, and bit her lip lightly. Then she looked up at Delphina, eyes bright, face shining with happiness. "Shall we go in?"

Nov. 21st, 2008


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. 18th, 2008



Ben flopped down on his back in the grass at the side of the swings at the playground in the north of town. He stretched his arms out side and shut his eyes, letting the cool breeze from the river wash over him.

He was so very much playing hooky.

Nov. 10th, 2008



Hattie rapped lightly on Missy's door. "Missy? Would you care to join me downstairs for tea? I've been baking..."

Oct. 29th, 2008



They'd made another appointment. This one couldn't be done over a picnic lunch, sadly. It required paper and ink, but Delphina was just as excited. Maybe more so. She stood as Hattie joined her in a private room off the hotel. Not a chaperone in sight. No one needed to be present for discussions like this.

She came around the table, offered Hattie both hands, and leaned in close to kiss her cheek. "I'm glad to see you."

Oct. 20th, 2008



Missy was sat at the table outside the front of the Hotel, frantically writing and drawing in her journal. She had her monocle up to her right eye, and looked to be completely in her own little world, muttering occasionally to herself. 

She'd gotten quite used to some of the chaperones at the Hotel already. Mrs Sheedy had done an excellent job of matching her up with some of the gentler, quieter ones. Mrs Sheedy herself still unnerved her slightly though. The two chaperones that she was currently out front with had been very gracious about leaving her with her own space, setting up on two chairs a small distance from her with their needlepoint, and Missy was quite relaxed about their presence.

She was therefore fairly startled when a shadow passed over her journal, and she dropped both her pencil, and the monocle to the floor. "Umm.. good day to you,  just hang on one moment. Ah, yes, got 'em. Good." 

She polished off the dust on her monocle with her sleeve, and pocketed it quickly before her visitor could see before looking up at them.


Backdated to Saturday morning-Open (Hattie) Finished

Jonas had had a rough night's sleep, when he had finally found some that is.

He'd spent the the night at the stables, bunking down in the hay loft, a saddle for a pillow, to keep an eye on Ginger, and had awoken with Digger stretched over his legs. Not the most comfortable of positions to sleep in, he was stiff and sore, and more than a bit worried.

The noise he'd heard last night when he was in the stables hadn't repeated itself, but it had been unnerving as hell. The low noise, which had sounded all the world like steam hissing had gone on for a good twenty minutes before stopping as abruptly as it had started. The animals had kicked up an enormous fuss unsurprisingly, and it'd taken a long while to settle them again. He'd looked around but hadn't been able to locate a source for the noise, and that was somehow worse than the noise itself.

Looking around this morning, he'd still been unable to find anything, but he moved Ginger, and the chickens and ducks to the far side of the field to be on the safe side, making a makeshift fence to keep them there.

By the time he'd finished, he was tired, stressed and fed up. There'd been no eggs laid this morning either unsurprisingly, so he'd had to forgo his normal boiled breakfast egg.

Consequently, he ended up settling for a cup of coffee and a cigar, choices that Mrs. Andrews had been most annoyed about. He'd managed to eventually shoo her away on an errand, persuading her that yes, he would get a decent lunch, honestly.

He took a chair out front of the Sheriff's office onto the porch in order to drink his coffee, and smoke his cigar, respecting Mrs. Andrews' wishes that all smoking must be undertaken outside. 'Sides which, this way he could potentially eavesdrop on useful conversation, whilst looking nonchalent. Digger was sound asleep at his feet, snuffling occasionally, no doubt chasing rabbits in his sleep. Jonas twitched a small grin at the dog's own twitches.

Eventually he saw a figure approaching and called out to them, raising his hat in greeting. Mayhap they might have heard something this past evening that may help to explain things.

"Good mornin' to you, hope you are well?"

Oct. 19th, 2008


Sadie (backdated to Saturday)

Hattie entered the seamstress' store excitedly, carrying a bag with the beginnings of Sadie's shawl and some of the fabric samples Delphina had showed her.

"Miss Blackwood? Are you here?"

Oct. 13th, 2008


Hattie - after her meeting with Sadie

She knew she was breaking the "rules". She didn't feel very guilty about it, though. The chaperones had their purpose and their place, keeping people polite and safe and well-behaved, but sometimes. Well. Sometimes all of that felt more than a little stifling.

So. Delphina had been to market. She'd packed a basket of breads and fruit and cheeses and a pair of wax-topped bottles of cider. And then she waited. Waited until she spotted Hattie on her way back to the hotel in the company of other Beloveds. Screwing up her courage, she straightened her shoulders and marched out of the shadow of the hotel and into plain sight, smiling broadly as she approached Hattie.

"There you are," she said brightly. "I thought I'd surprise you and come meet you on the way." Hefting the covered basket a little to show it off, she said, "Mrs. Molloy is going to meet us," and cocked out her elbow. "Ready?"

Oct. 6th, 2008



"Late...God. Sorry." Michael was flat out running through the streets of Lechance, dodging around people, one hand holding his hat onto his head. He skidded around a corner and kept going, talking to himself under his breath. He narrowly avoided a horse and a small child, but the dog was his undoing. Attempting to jump over the leash and avoid the dog, he caught his foot, lost his balance and hit the ground, rolling into the side of a building and finally coming to a halt. "Ouch," he murmured.

Sep. 26th, 2008



Though she felt like dancing through the streets, she made herself walk. Even steps, casual pace. She was being responsible now, after all. She was headed, however, to the hotel, with a bundle of handpicked wildflowers and Mrs. Lindley at her side.

She kept her voice even and calm as she asked someone to go up and see if Hattie -- Miss Palmer -- was available, and bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from fidgeting while she waited.

Sep. 25th, 2008


Delivered to Hattie

A bouquet of flowers is delivered to Hattie earlier in the week with a card that says:

Ms. Palmer - It was a pleasure to get to know you better. I hope you'll accept these wildflowers from the hills beyond the town as a sign of thanks. They are of humble origins but they are as close to the colors of my island as I could find.

Santiago de la Vega

Sep. 24th, 2008



It was too much to keep to herself. Still clutching both the box and Mr. Ibis' last note, Effie almost ran down the stairs, heading for the hotel lounge. Hoping that someone would be there that she could talk to.

Sep. 19th, 2008



Jon found his way to the Beloved's hotel Friday afternoon with a picnic lunch and a chaperon who was more than inclined to be part of the game. Jon sent his card up to Hattie with a maid then waited in the foyer for her.

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