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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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fallen_star
2008-12-03 10:43 am UTC (link)

Yvaine smiled with amusement as Andy attempted to defend himself. “Right.” She said, purposely making the tone of her voice indiscernible from sincerity or from sarcasm. It was too much fun to gently tease this man while he floundered a bit.

The evening star wasn’t sure that she perceived the darker, greasy man as “creepy” per say. In her opinion, he seemed more like a regular man who was probably intelligent, but he also seemed bitter, though, over what, she could not decide. Perhaps life in general had led him in a downward spiral in which nothing ever seemed to go right? Perhaps he had never found someone to love him? She found herself wondering if perhaps that was the very thing he needed in order to bring happiness to his life. A kind lover who would care for him despite his obvious flaws. Perhaps some of those flaws- such as that constant scowl- would evaporate in the face of love.

Yvaine could see the strain in Andy’s face as he carried his basket. If he had looked closer, he would have seen that the star’s basket was a bit smaller- better suited to her size and strength- and, though she filled it well, it was never quite full to the brim. This was probably why she seemed to carry her basket with ease while he struggled so.

The star woman’s brows cinched together at his comment, and she wondered that he hadn’t realized what she was. Then again, the mass majority of people she had met had no indication of her species. “Well, more like thirty millenia if we’re trying to be a bit more precise. Of course I look no older than twenty-six. That is because the bodies of stars do not age. I was born looking exactly this way, and I will never grow older.” A smile touched her lips as she spoke, and she wondered if he would look at her skeptically after this the way others like that man she had greeted and taken to the plaque had.

Yvaine gazed at Andy curiously when he commented on the acting in presentations like these. She wouldn’t know, of course, for she had never seen instructional videos before. They had yet to be invented in the era from which she had been taken.

There truly was no describing the sensation of her feet touching the cool, juicy grapes. Feeling them burst beneath her soles was just as strange. Despite this, it felt… invigorating. She was a bit tired from having taken the grapes from their vines, but she felt as if she could do this part for a while. It was quite fun. She knew she must be careful. It would be no fun at all if she was to slip, to fall out of the vat, to fall off the platform, and to break her face- especially now that she knew just how a broken bone felt.

Yvaine shot Ayla a sympathetic look when she realized the kind cave woman was to be paired with the grouchy man who had called himself Snape. No one would have wanted to be in the same vat as that man, but such was life. It was not always fair. At least Ayla didn’t cringe or make a face when he entered the barrel.

What had Andy meant by his comment? “A bowl? What would you do with a bowl if you had one?” She could not fathom how a dish would make something like this more exciting. Then again, she felt this was exciting enough in its own right.

“It is rather strange, but I find it quite enjoyable!” Yvaine exclaimed. They stomped the grapes for a few minutes. The evening star had lost track of time, so she could not be certain how many moments had passed. This activity was fun, and she was glad for her mandatory invitation to participate in this. Eventually, it seemed as though the many of the grapes had been broken open. Her feet were sticky with the juices, but she felt her mood had elevated, and her glow was brighter- though the sun made it difficult to note her shine.

After a time, a sound startled her. Someone yelled, “Stop!” and it took a moment for Yvaine to realize that it had been the man on the television. The star woman climbed out of her vat very carefully, and she returned to the hose to rinse her feet. She noticed that two golems each removed a container that held the juice of their efforts. The man on the television informed them that the juice would be weighed to determined who had managed to create the most juice.

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