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Hi! So the baby bison aren't so BABY anymore and they need to practice flying with passengers more. The problem is they're VERY easily distracted so their flights tend to be uhhhhh erratic?? I'm doing my best to get them all some air time each week when I'm not at the Sanctuary, but I could use a little help. Anybody with flying experience would be great! The ability to float or control the elements would probably work well too. Or just even anybody who won't DIE if they fall from the sky?? Not that you will for sure fall from the sky! Boshay hasn't dropped me at ALL yet. He does really like to dive though haha ANYWAY.

Thank you?!

Just got called a "buzzkill" by whoever's in my girlfriend's body in a tone that was clearly meant to devastate me.



Plus side, she hasn't actually killed/maimed/eaten anyone, so don't let her tell you otherwise. To the girl she was stalking out - sorry, and trust me, this isn't her. She'd be mortified by all of this if she was herself.

Anyway, if anyone needs me, I'll be at the Mansion listening to her whine about how awful I am until this fuck-up gets fixed. Send snacks.

This place is a forever rollercoaster, isn't it?

RASALAS

I'm sure a bunch of people have already said as much, but I was sorry to see that list and how it touched you. It sounds hollow, but if you need anything, let me know? Company, food, whatever.

Putting out a call for anybody with a sword who wants to spar. I'm not going to say I'm lonely, but

I could also offer sword lessons, if anybody happens to want them. Nothing... formal, seeing as I'm hardly the type, but I wouldn't mind something other than patrols to occupy my days.

Now, I'm not going to say that I was influenced by certain people here who are absolute enablers.. but House of Wilson just got just a little bigger. Everyone, meet Lola.

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Vallo woke up today and chose violence.

First Steve and now Caroline? Nope. I'm going back to bed, man. Or more likely, going into the office on a Saturday because holy shirt I don't think anyone realizes how much Caroline did around here and then still found time to go out to lunch and catch up.

This place really sucks sometimes.

Well, that was the second worst ten-day span of my life, thank you very much. The cats were certainly happy to see me again, so at least there's that (my thanks to to those who were able to care for them in my absence).

This whole experience has done nothing do much as make me even more curious of the magic in this place. I'd like to conduct interviews with anyone willing to discuss their magic with me; I've the most interest in magic regarding leylines or foresight, though I'm happy enough to talk any other sorts as well.

Collards is green, yer eyes ain't blue
I am so lucky to have a darlin' like you.
Ya kin strip a motor in just few minutes
And still have time to go hunt supper and even skin it.

Not quite sure to make of the poetry but thank you for the chocolate? I think. Whoever sent it.

Still on my first cup of caf so I got no idea what's going on.

I'm hoping we can have a major event in Vallo that doesn't involve me breaking a bone in some fashion.

I'm fine, but if you need me, I'm going to be asleep for a few days.

Kaer Morhen seems to be relatively clear of the things, if anybody needs somewhere... large and safe (and cold) to retreat to for the time being. I'm also available when not on patrol to help teleport people to safe spaces, as per usual?

This feels a little like some cosmic joke, somehow.

I'd like to think I'm seeing things, but I'm fairly sure that I'm not.

Um, there is... a creature near my pub right now that I'm about 99% positive was one of the creatures loose when we were all trapped in the snow globe last year. So, I'll be noping out of this and going into hiding until it goes away, thank you.

Well, I missed noting it by a couple days, but that just means you've officially been stuck with me for a year and a couple days, Vallo.

And what a forking weird year it's been.

I wouldn't trade it though.

Anyone know what to do with a house that's been in your family since forever and been left behind because of? I'm taking suggestions. I'll also need someone to ward it until I come to a decision.

Velora's use of Message has escalated in the last few days and I feel the only way forward is to learning Counterspell.

Though, let's be honest as we all know that I would never actually have the heart to counterspell anything my sister cast, nor would I ever be able to learn the spell in the first place. I am very proud of her growing list of cantrips, even when she uses them to routinely remind me from other rooms that she now always beats me at Mario Kart, asks me to bring her various objects so she doesn't have to give up, and try to convince me that it's a ghost talking in my mind.

I'm afraid that outside of surprises by strange creatures with ill intent I became a bit distracted by projects and found a fondness for working with old wood. Should anyone be doing repairs on homesteads or barns I would be happy to adequately compensate you to take any good planks off your hands to work with.

That was NOT the way I wanted to be in a coffin and I bet you're all wondering why I I have a perfectly reasonable explanation for Vampires are real I was supposed to be

Uh so we're supposed to introduce ourselves here? I'm Guillermo, I um arrived yesterday, and thank you to everyone that brought uh me in! You could have just opened it though I appreciate the care of making sure I wasn't going to burn up with the sun just in case but nope, nothing like that here. Just me. Guillermo. Normal human being, trapped in a coffin.

When it comes to work do we just-- find a place and apply? Are there any special hoops we need to jump through?

The dates are little fuzzy because Dark Vallo was a living nightmare and what is time, but I think it's been roughly a year since I've arrived in a version of Vallo.

Again, what is time.

RICHIE TOZIER.
Hey, do you happen to know if Destiny is around tonight or tomorrow evening?

I could give a rat's ass about what some fucking bureaucratic welcome party tells me about this place.

Where the fuck am I and how did I get here and how the fuck do I get home?

It's a curious thing to be in corporeal form once again, though curiouser that my brother is not here with me. The possibility space is a fickle mistress, mind you, though Robert and I were one within it. Moving amongst the realities as we pleased. Being bound by form greatly limits what I am able to discover.

I must ask — what are the rules for procuring laboratory space?