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

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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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brain_ninja
2008-11-15 03:28 pm UTC (link)

Andy frowned. "That's not what I meant," he insisted. He looked back at the other man warily before looking back at Yvaine and lowering his voice so that only she could hear. "C'mon, though, he's a little creepy, right? And when he said 'he,' he was looking at us. I'm the only other 'he' here, you know? Sounded like he meant me and no thank you, y'know?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at her.

Having filled his first basket, Andy set it down and wiggled his fingers. It was getting heavy. Like, really heavy. Ayla and Yvaine didn't seem to be having problems with the weight of the baskets which was, admittedly, a little embarrassing for Andy, but whatever. Maybe they wouldn't notice. He picked the basket up again and sneaked a look at the other man. He seemed to be much less grouchy. Maybe Andy's mind thing was still in working order, then. "Hey, man..." he called out. "Don't think we ever got your name..." he pointed out gently. Well, if they were going to be out here together, they might as well all know each other at least a little, right?

"A couple dozen millenia?" Andy asked, eyes widening slightly as he raised his eyebrows curiously at Yvaine once he'd processed what she'd said. "Whatever, you can't be a day over twenty-six." He smirked at her. It wasn't a line. ...okay, it was, but he did mean it. She didn't look a whole lot older than him, as far as he was concerned. He smiled a little, bashfully so, when she complimented him. Yeah, maybe she hadn't seen him have to set the basket down for a minute.

Hefting the basket up a little higher, he followed Ayla's path to the vats. A wooden golem turned on the television there and an instructional video started. "Oh, man, the acting in these things is always awesomely bad," he said, grinning as he watched.

When it was over, he watched as Yvaine took off her boots and used the hose to rinse her feet. With a facial shrug, he crouched to untie his sneakers before dropping down onto his bottom and taking them off, shoving his socks into them before placing them beside her boots. He waited his turn and then hosed off his own feet as well. "Shit that's cold," he grumped quietly, shivering. When he was finished, he stood and moved aside to let the next person have their turn.

Yvaine had lowered herself into one of the vats. Looking over his shoulder briefly to gauge the others' progress, Andy followed her in. The grapes were warm and a few of them broke under his weight. It was probably one of the weirdest sensations Andy had ever experienced. "This would be so awesome if I had a bowl, right now," he thought aloud before stepping away from the side to make room for the others to come in after him. He looked over at Yvaine. The woman seemed to be rather thoroughly enjoying herself already. Andy, on the other hand was a little skeptical. It was a strange and not entirely comfortable feeling, having the grapes burst beneath his feet. He furrowed his brow and shuddered a little. "This is so freakin' weird..." he laughed in spite of himself.

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