The City of Spinning Compass

Who: Amelia and Loki
Where: A remote part of wheel one's garden
What: A chat
When: After the Cuba door has opened
Rating: Low, she's a little girl
Open: No
Status: On going

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Anyone out at the strike of midnight would hear the voice of a little girl, singing loud and clear. Yet the origin of where it was coming from would be hidden.

"Sleigh bells ring
are you listening
in the lane
snow is glistening
A beautiful sight
we're happy tonight
walking in a winter wonderland

Gone away is the bluebird
here to stay is a new bird
He sings a love song
as we go along
walking in a winter wonderland

In the meadow we can build a snowman
Then pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say: Are you married?
We'll say: No man
But you can do the job
when you're in town

Later on
we'll conspire
as we dream by the fire
To face unafraid
the plans that we've made
walking in a winter wonderland

In the meadow we can build a snowman
and pretend that he's a circus clown
We'll have lots of fun with mister snowman
until the the other kids knock him down

When it snows,
Ain't it thrilling?
Though your nose gets a chilling.
We'll frolic and play
the Eskimo way
walking in a winter wonderland

Walking in a winter wonderland
walking in a winter wonderland!"

With everything quiet, snow began to fall, and stick (and will continue to do so everyday no matter the temperature!). Twinkle lights appeared as if they had always been there, decking every building and every tree. Some area's of the city will play Christmas music if they're occupied. The Spire itself has been transformed into a giant evergreen tree, decorated from head to foot, and sporting a very large star up at the top.

Each living room, be they lived in or not, will sport a fresh evergreen tree, fully decorated. The homes with fireplaces will have their stockings hung with care, each one sporting the name of the individuals in the household, the apartments had them lining the living room side of the kitchen island (the unoccupied apartments hold unnamed stockings). Garland strung up tastefully here and there. Mistletoe stuck into opportunistic places.

And most importantly, EVERY STORE is restocked with food, and the items they would normally hold. All fresh and clean. The empty storefronts will be filled with unique items from all over (take liberties here guys!).

Reindeer will strut around the city, and they can be enticed into eat from anyone willing to approach them. Frosty the Snowman will be active in the park close to the hospital. Santa will be spotted here and there. The lakes will ice over thick enough to be skated on.

Anyone out at the strike of midnight would hear the voice of a little girl, singing loud and clear. Yet the origin of where it was coming from would be hidden.

"Silent night, Holy night
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon virgin, mother and child
Holy infant, tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace,
Sleep in heavenly peace."

With everything quiet, snow began to fall, and stick (and will continue to do so everyday no matter the temperature!). Twinkle lights appeared as if they had always been there, decking every building and every tree. Some area's of the city will play Christmas music if they're occupied. The Spire itself has been transformed into a giant evergreen tree, decorated from head to foot, and sporting a very large star up at the top.

Each living room, be they lived in or not, will sport a fresh evergreen tree, fully decorated. The homes with fireplaces will have their stockings hung with care, each one sporting the name of the individuals in the household, the apartments had them lining the living room side of the kitchen island (the unoccupied apartments hold unnamed stockings). Garland strung up tastefully here and there. Mistletoe stuck into opportunistic places.

And most importantly, EVERY STORE is restocked with food, and the items they would normally hold. All fresh and clean. The empty storefronts will be filled with unique items from all over (take liberties here guys!).

Reindeer will strut around the city, and they can be enticed into eat from anyone willing to approach them. Frosty the Snowman will be active in the park close to the hospital. Santa will be spotted here and there. The lakes will ice over thick enough to be skated on.

( Newspaper READ ME!! )
layout by lobelia

If anyone was up and about in the late evening, a full week before Halloween, they would hear the softest, most delicate whispers here and there. Following each soft muttering, a story here, a poem there, sometimes a simple article read from a magazine, decorations would follow. Carved pumpkins, with scary faces. Giant spiders. Ghosts, mummies, skeletons... Of every shape and size decorated the entire city. Shadows painted onto walls, stretching over sidewalks.

Amelia let her imagination run wild, with lights and decor. Even the doors were decorated with scary faces, here and there. Cotton spiderwebs, fake zombies. Anything she could read about, or imagine, write and read seemed to spring up. Turning the place from bland, to Halloween friendly in just an hour or so.

When it was all done, the whispering stopped, and the girl returned to her safe haven. Waiting for a response from all the people she'd brought there.

Who: Bridget and Amelia
Where: The park
What: Match-up! (May's)
When: Early Saturday afternoon, 8 June
Rating: Low
Open: Nope
Status: In progress.

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Bright and early Sunday Morning, each and every mother, mother-to-be (even the ones that don't know yet), Grandmother, and former mothers could find something sweet and loving close at hand when they woke. Something that said that someone somewhere loved them so very much. Each gift different, yet perfect for each mother. Ranging from a basket of flowers, to fine jewelry. It was something that each woman would appreciate without a doubt.

Who: Micha and Amelia
Where: Stark Tower, the R&D floor with Micha's tank.
What: Sharing some news, providing comfort
When: Evening of Wednesday, 3 April
Rating: TBD, likely low
Open: No
Status: Ongoing

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Who: Rena and OTA
Where: One of the book filled buildings
What: browsing (possibly match up)
When: Thursday afternoon
Rating: Low
Open: Yes
Status: Ongoing
( Books feed the mind as food feeds the body )

Who: Maria Stark and Amelia
Where: The park
What: Match-up!
When: Sunday 24 Feb
Rating: Low
Open: No
Status: Ongoing
( A beautiful end to a sad day )

Who: Amelia "The Girl"
Where: C-Block (Broadway (over cut-off)) - Upper tier (central)(for her part)
What: Time to read the keys out of the story.
When: Wednesday
Rating: Low
Open: Yes, multiple threads welcome
Status: ongoing or narrative.
( I want to read you a story. )
(Ooc: You can still play in the other threads, make your own, or do some shouting, just back date it to before this thread! You're also welcome to tag to this thread with your characters own responses. XD If you want them to have wings, they can, but they'll only last for a short time (I'll let you decide how long that is. An hour, a day, two days, but no longer than a week.) If they can figure out how to fly they can use them to fly, but even little birds and baby animals take time to learn that trick. So keep that in mind. And anyone that was in the jail is welcome to be winged. Not just the people that were tossed into cells.)

Who: The Man. Open to shouting from anyone in that area of the prison.
Where: Broadway between B and C Blocks. Over the cut-off.
What: The Man examines the recently vacated cell and has some questions for the surrounding cells.
When: Backdated to after Q and Caroline break out.

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Amelia couldn't believe she'd found herself in a icky jail, with a lot of the people she'd read onto the island. It wasn't good, at all. But fortunately she was in with a girl. Even if she was one of the evolved humans. Most of them read like they were really nice. She ran through the list of people she'd brought to the island. The ones that began making lives. Oh.

Hello, Bethany Andrews? Please wake up.

Lightly she prodded at the sleeping woman's shoulder.