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Characters: John Egbert and Open
Rating: TBD
Location: Outside John's Cabin
Day and Time: July 12 Early afternoon
Status: Open to multiple, seperate threads please!

Really, when it came right down to it, there wasn't much for a 13-year-old boy to do around here. There was no Game, he didn't have the computer, or internet, he didn't have video games or Pesterchum. He didn't even have the resident junk in his bedroom to futz around with, just the stuff in his sylladex. He could only fly so long, after all. 

So he had dragged out Colonel Sassacre's Daunting Text of Magical Frivolity and Practical Japery, and was now reading it on the floor of the front porch. True, it was very large. And rather daunting. But maybe he could get some good ideas for practical jokes to play on people. He needed something to do after all.

Characters: Sawyer, open
Rating: PG
Location: Outside his cottage
Day and Time: July 11, morning
Status: Open

Sawyer was in a bad mood before even opening his eyes because all that sunlight streaming in on his face meant part of his tent had collapsed and if it had been another boar he was gonna shoot that son of a bitch this time. The annoyed grumble died on his lips as his blue eyes snapped open and stared around him at what was unmistakably a house. Four walls, comfy bed, no sign of sand or palm trees and without the unconvincing artificial sunlight of the Hatch.

His hand snuck under his pillow and sure enough there was a gun right where he would have left it. That didn’t make no sense because far as he knew the only houses on the Island were the ones the Others had – not that he’d ever seen ‘em, but Alex had mentioned them, although what the hell the Others needed backyards for he had no idea. Anyway that theory didn’t fly because the Others wouldn’t have let him keep his gun. He popped it open just to check and yeah, sure enough, loaded.

He sat up, pulling on the boots sitting by the side of the bed and keeping the gun close as he headed for the door. Pushing it open he stared around him at a landscape made up of soaring mountains and dark evergreen trees that was definitely not a tropical island. “Aw, son of a bitch!”

Characters: Evangeline Nix and (OTA)
Rating: PG, tops
Trigger Warnings:
Location: Eva's cottage, the supermarket, and the space between
Day and Time: July 2nd, around noon
Status: Open to any

Eva found herself picking her away along the path to the town square under a bright but somewhat misty noon-day sun. The way the mist diffused the sunlight made everything kind of glow. It made her head hurt, and she was wearing glasses with smoked lenses to try and ease some of the discomfort but she still found herself squinting and walking with her head down.

She'd fallen asleep the previous afternoon and slept through the meeting with Ike, and she cursed herself for missing another opportunity to approach their strange jailor. But apparently she had needed the sleep, as she had slept like-- and the comparison made her uncomfortable-- the dead. Equally uncomfortable was the fact that she had fallen asleep during the day. She refused to become wholly nocturnal, in spite of her inclination to sleep through the painfully sunny hours and remain awake all night reading, exploring or planning how to carry out her personal research with limited tools.

So she was headed to the supermarket to see if she could find tea or medicine to help her sleep at the proper times.

Characters: Derreck De'Amore
Rating: PG, for now
Trigger Warnings: None
Location: Around the cabins and village, specify where you see him. (ie gathering herbs around the clinic, shopping around the village, eating at the cafe...)
Day and Time: July 2nd, late morning
Status: Open to All, multiple thread welcomed.

They needed to go restock.

Yep. That was Derreck's first thought that morning upon waking up and walking into the kitchen. They needed stuff the kitchen, for the bar and he needed things for the clinic.

With a huff he went and dressed before heading out, ears and tail twitching slightly in annoyance. How could they let their kitchen get so empty!

Characters: Bridget Frostheart, open
Rating: PG (for now)
Trigger Warnings: N/A
Location: Her cabin
Day and time: Saturday, 25 June, just after sunset
Status: open for multiple threads

There was a certain sound that could be made when an industrial person refused to settle on what they'd been given. The night before Bridget had been busy in another way, and that had resulted in picking up a rather nice pile of dead trees near the cottage she'd woken up in. It hadn't exactly been difficult to find them in her examinations of the valley, and now she was taking off the limbs she didn't want with a small saw. Of course she could have cheated, but there wasn't really that much time saved, and it was a good workout. Later on when the noise would be an issue, she'd move on to doing something else, but for now... So what if she was in a black dress and sleeveless tunic covered in flakes of bark and sawdust? She had a nice pile of leafless tree limbs and useful logs that was growing taller bit by bit.

Characters: Derreck and John
Rating: R (will update if it changes)
Trigger Warnings: possibly sex
Location: Their cabin, if they go else where I'll update.
Day and Time: June 22nd, 8 or 9 am?
Status: Closed

Derreck winced as his arm twinged and he wiggled back further into John's hold, mumbling happily as he settled. He took a deep breath in, preparing to fall back asleep when something about the scent made him frown. Sure there was that herbal scent that always permeated the air, the alluring pheromones of John that seem to cling to the bed covers and his skin, and the under tones of antiseptic but there was something more.

He opened his eyes, staring at the picture of him with Dev just after she graduated high school that shared frame space with a picture of John grinning wickedly up at the camera. The feline man lifted his head and truly took in his surrounding. "John." He called turning some. "John...Lover..wake up."