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fallen_star ([info]fallen_star) wrote in [info]mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-10-31 16:48:00

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Entry tags:andy gallagher, ayla, complete, day 21, group activity, severus snape, yvaine

Day Twenty-One ; Group Activity
Who: Yvaine, Andy Gallagher, Ayla, and Severus Snape ((Posting Order))
When: Day 21 ; Early Morning
What: Group Activity ; Picking and Stomping Grapes
Where: First to the Winery, then to the grape fields, then back to the winery
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete

Yvaine had been trying to ease herself into a schedule that consisted of wakefulness in the day and sleeping at night because of her fear of that horrid vampire coming to claim her in the night once he healed. She had no idea how quickly vampires healed or how slowly, so she decided it would be best not to take her chances. She had gone to bed a little before sunset, and she had awoken a few hours before that time.

Afraid to leave her room, she simply waited until she thought the sun would rise, peeping out her door every so often to verify that the darkness had or had not lifted. The stars twinkled down from her ceiling almost mockingly. Yvaine knew it was all in her imagination, but she also knew that fear was driving her to purposefulness. What good was a star if not for twinkling in the evening? Her only comfort in this was that a star should be twinkling in the sky. While one was upon the earth, they were to survive as best they could.

A scuffling outside her door sent her heart to beat rapidly beneath her breast. Of course, she knew no one could come into her room unless she wanted them there, but the idea that Lestat might be scratching at her door, waiting for her to come out so he could exact his revenge remained unnerving.

When at last the sounds seemed to grow fainter, she calmed herself, and slowly cracked open the door. Clear blue eyes scanned over one side of the hall, then the other. She thought she saw the back of a golem moving down the stairs. A soft grey glow had begun to light the hallway. Daylight was coming soon. Her gaze was drawn toward a white envelope that had been stuck to her door. Written in an interesting hand was her name “Yvaine” on the front. Curiosity won over her, and peeled it from her door, taking it inside to read.

Instructions:
Go to the winery. You will be picking and stomping grapes. This is mandatory. If you do not go, a golem will find you and take you there. Do not leave until the activities are finished, or a golem will take you back.

It also told her the time she would need to be there, and it informed her that she would be among others. That time was quite soon. Yvaine was excited. She had seen this sort of thing before, and she had thought it looked like a lot of fun. A dress like hers wasn’t so great for stomping grapes, though, so she closed her eyes and asked aloud, “Um… I need clothing that would be acceptable for a day like this?” She waited a moment before opening her eyes, and there on the floor, folded neatly, were a pair of pants and a shirt. The pants only came to just below her knees where they tightened with the help of strings sewn into them. They were the colour of dry earth. The shirt was a dark blue-grey like a stormy sky, short sleeved and almost conforming to her figure. They were the sort of clothing items one wouldn’t mind soiling in grape juices.

She peaked out her door again. The sun was rising at a quick rate. She waited only a little longer in her room before the time arrived for her to go, and the sun was bright enough that she wasn’t afraid of vampires coming to hurt her.

Yvaine left her starry night sky room, soon leaving the building and heading toward the winery. When she entered the building, she saw a few steps leading up to a platform where what looked like large vats sat. At ground level sat four baskets with a large notice beside them where it could not be missed. “You will take these to the hills to pick the grapes for half an hour.” They were good sized baskets, and she chose one for herself, but the evening star thought she should wait for the company of others before setting out to collect the grapes.



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[info]severelyseverus
2008-11-05 11:43 pm UTC (link)
Severus Snape was already awake and performing his usual morning rituals and exercises when he heard a sound outside his rooms like someone vandalising his door. Irritated, his concentration broken, he extricated himself from a particularly intense pose, and strode swiftly to the door. What fool would knowingly disturb the activities of an accomplished wizard such as he? What fool was making an audible fuss this early in the morning?

Opening the door clad only in an unwashed black loincloth, Snape scowled for the benefit of anyone on the other side, then scowled more darkly when he saw no one there. What he did see, of course, was a note taped to his door. He tore it off easily and read it quickly. His pained expression grew until he reached the note's end. What kind of ridiculous rubbish was this? With an excruciating roll of his eyes, Snape tore the note in two, threw it to the floor, and stormed back into his apartments.

Precisely fifteen minutes before the grape harvesting was to begin, there was a loud knocking at the Potions Master's door. When it went unanswered, the door was opened and two golems entered the wizard's private chambers. Snape was dressed now, but was in the middle of a delicate distillation, and was far from amused at the disturbance.

Despite Snape's commands that they depart, however, the golems instead came nearer. Despite his efforts to repel their approach with scathing magics, the golems ignored his efforts and laid their stone-strong hands on him. Despite the futile beating of his fists and loud protestations, the golems carried him out of the residential block and across the lawns to the vineyard. Depositing him in a rumpled heap among the grape-vines and his fellow harvesters, the golems turned silently and left.

Getting to his feet and brushing the dusty soil from his black robes, Snape scowled at everything around him, his face flush with anger and embarrassment. "Oh, isn't this darling? So, now I have no choice but to endure a day of hard labour, is that it? Of whose sadistic plot is this a part? I must remember to send him a very special concoction." Snape's eyes took in the other three people assembled as he warily bent down to pick up the last knife.

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