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[OOC: Posted around 4:30PM Vallo time, an hour after the blackout.]



Hello, testing the network? We've been told that it has been restored, so please chime in if you see this.

In case it's working: from what we've been told, there was a widespread power outage across all of Vallo. Communication was key to restore first, but work is being done to fix the rest of the electricity by the experts. No ETA just yet on when it will be back up, but the word is that it may take some time as the source of the outage has yet to be pinpointed.

We are working on putting together basic supplies to help, in case this goes into the night. Feel free to stop by the DOA, as we've got some candles, flashlights, blankets, easy to prep food, and such here to hand out.

BELLS HELLS

Are you all okay? I guess this isn't that different than home, but I wanted to check in since we've gotten kind of used to modern conveniences and all.

SENDING STONE TO DORIAN

Hey, you okay? Check the network or just let me know here. I know you're probably fine, but you know that I worry. Love you.

Okay, now that I'm no longer 'fuck it all and let the world burn' mode. Which, sorry Keith.

1. If you know anyone who wants to manage a club or two lmk. Dorian's is mine again and so is Lux now but
I already have two full time jobs and am not looking for another. Also the Speakeasy, but thankfully Rory's business partner is heading up that.

2. Lucifer had a crap load of clothes and furniture and alcohol (but Roz and I took that). So open house, come for what you'd like. I'll probably donate all his books and scrolls and stuff to the Library. And I'm keeping the piano and some of the armory stuff from Maze, but well, anyone want some really cool weapons? IDK. Its a treasure trove of stuff from the beginning of well, existence, to now.

3. Also, who's up for drinks later tonight? Maybe some karaoke. Eli and I got parts in Jagged Little Pill and there will be ridiculous celebrating.

In war, I'd prefer a dishonest man to a man who was unreliably honest. Predictability goes a long way in tactics: you can't control the players, but you could rely on what you believe them most likely to do in the situation they're in. Which is one reason why Vallo is so maddening to me: the arrivals and departures don't make sense. They aren't predictable. No amount of logic, big brain, cunning or forethought can predict what will happen in the day-to-day, which makes for lousy endings. Heartbreak. Broken relationships. But Vallo gives you just enough to keep you hopeful. Because for some, there is hope. The waiting, the not knowing - it makes everything sharper. Brighter.

Which is all to say: I was gone for four months, taken to some strange world where I worked in a bar called the Mos Eisley Cantina. Luckily, I was the prettiest one there (save Earl, Earl had these gorgeous magenta fronds you would not believe), and I learned how to fly a spaceship and things were mostly fine, save how very much I missed the lot of you. And then one day, right when I was beginning to think I might never make my way back, I came back to this place just in time to see more departures.

See? Maddening.




But I am very glad to be back.

I know its frowned on to drink at work but I will give pretty much anything you can think of if someone will bring me a bottle of something. Because it is way too early in the week for this much chatting.

Look.

I know there's ways to make this whole fucking paralyzed-by-a-basilisk-shithead thing go away, but I won't pretend I know much about magic to actually know how that shit works, so if anyone can point me in a direction, I would really like to use my arm again. It's kind of dead weight right now, which does mean it's kind of great to swing around as a club when you take down the basilisk-shithead that did it to you in the first place, but my body is enough without pretty sure this is going to get fucking old fucking quick.

Oh and thanks in advance, all that.

Also, people that have the joy of living with me, there's a dead basilisk in our backyard. You're fucking welcome.

Okay. So funny story. I found an injured? basilisk in the forest, and I was helping it and making it a friend, when it's mate came up behind me and hey it's a good thing I have really good reflexes cause I dodged at the last minute and managed to mitigate some of it! It wasn't even that bad, just on my side.


But then I started turning uh to stone? So for the last hour I've been in the forest kind of stuck here because I figured Fen would come looking for me and I didn't want to admit this to Lance but then another wolf came up? Not one of mine! He's friendly and helped me get my phone out of the not-stoned pocket with my free hand and I think he's looking for his friend? He says his name is Torgal.

Don't tell dad about this post please.

I have been spending this first week of the month harvesting the vegetables ahead of the coming fall. While I have plans to preserve much of it, there is still quite a bit left should anyone be wanting anything. I have an abundance of tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers, carrots, potatoes, and peas. As well as some fruits - most notably blueberries. Please come take some blueberries.

Yrsa's pumpkins continue to grow, the largest is bigger than her head which she finds absolutely delightful.

One of the kids at the center alerted me that this is bisexual month. (Color and italics required, I don't make the rules.) They explained there's an awareness week and a visibility day coming up, so they figure that means we should get the whole month and frankly, I agree.

Let's go, fellow bisexuals. September is our month. Maybe October too, on account that I really like Halloween.



Okay okay, I'll share October and the Halloween joy. November, though? I'll report back.

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Okay, look. I know there's no way to tell who was going to win that pasta eating contest, but I'm pretty sure that I was at least still in the running before that disgruntled ogre flipped the table, and I was really gunning for that year's worth of free garlic knots.

I demand a do-over.

After all the crazy this month, I sort of figured we could all use some silliness to cool down. But this time, instead of "today is [insert random holiday here]", you get a mini-survey! (Thank Google, even my brain couldn't come up with all these.)

Answer as much or as little as you want.

1. If you could get anything for free for the rest of your life what would it be?
   
2. You have to get a tattoo of the last emoji you used. How screwed are you?
   
3. What’s the first thing you do when you wake up?
   
4. What’s the most used phrase in your house?
   
5. If you came with a warning label, what would it say?
   
6. Do you usually sleep with your closet door open or closed?

She's my only conne At lea Sorry about the giant teleporting wolf. he goes a little wild when he gets stressed and was standing next to me when I got the notification so I couldn't hide it from him for a little while.

[OOC: If you want your character to be accidentally knocked over, have their lunch knocked out of their hand, or surprised by this sad big boy, feel free! He's teleporting around Vallo causing chaos.]

This is not what I had in mind when I asked for sanctuary under an Outlander citizenship. Not that I am ungrateful. I just assumed there would be more intrusive questions and less tentacles.

Well. My thanks to the DOA office for your assistance. And to Eli Grimsbane for his hospitality and patience. I have never used such a device before. Nor any of your devices really, so please bear with me. I am Pr Cayden Yarrow of the Unsee. We have discovered that my companion friend ward eternal frustration associate is far more vulnerable outside of faerie. I have staunched the bleeding and stabilized him but I would appreciate a second look from a professional.



I don't suppose any of you has experience providing medical care to massive beings who have been spelled into the body of a human?

Coming at you all real hot with some more satisfying jif gefs aw shit things.

( Obviously this is not Chetney but you know, theater of the mind )

Can't show too much on account of I don't want to take away from the hashtag wolfpack in my DMs.

I say be the satisfying thing you want to see in the world.

Said that about thirst traps yesterday. Don't know which one is more poignant.

Anyway, show me some of the shit you're making, c'mon now. Doesn't have to be wood. Wood is preferred, but I got a lot of respect for the entire crafting line. Long as you make it with your hands, long as you had a good time, you were successful. Don't let no one take that shit from you.

We've received word recently that a member of Ankou hasn't been seen since last March. This isn't official, he has not been reported missing. Some of you may remember him though, as he was active on this network for a little while. Eli Grimsbane. Last seen headed toward the Fae realm for a party. Ankou is fairly private, but people talk. If anyone has seen him or sees him in the meantime, I'd appreciate if you could let myself of Sabrina know.

I think I've hit the limit of how many days I can go to work, sulk, go to Hell, sulk and not be out and about doing anything so does anyone have any news of fun stuff happening soon?

Fair warning: I may decide by tonight to forgo everything and go sulk again. But I am trying.

[Abi]

I saw about your friend. When you're up for it if you want to get together to throw axes, drink milkshakes and maybe go look at some funky art, lmk.

Happy birthday, Lance. Even if you lock me in jail cells, you're still pretty cool.

Bonfire on Lance's tropical island (because Vallo clearly has favorites) this evening to celebrate. Everyone's welcome but you have to smash a bit of cake in Lance's face if you show up.

Sorry, that's the rules. 🤷🏻

You know what's exhausting, exhilarating, challenging, anxiety-inducing, AND the cutest thing in the entire world all at once, somehow?

Wrangling fourteen preschoolers and toddlers who want to color all over your nice, clean spaceship, and you were the dummy who didn't think to put down sheets or tarps to catch the mess. And then feeding them lunch on top of it, only making the mess bigger.

On the positive side, everyone had a blast! We now have a dozen abstract art pieces of Finn and Catra to hang on our living room walls, and I get to clean up remnants of finger paint, markers, and strawberry jelly. Which wouldn't usually be a positive, but I like cleaning.

Hope everyone else has an awesome Tuesday!

Right. So....

I beat Keith when we took the lions out this morning and when we landed he told me it was because, and I quote "the better pilot". And then he told me my hair looked good. Anyways, long story short I've got Keith in a holding cell in the Castle. He's fine. It's just debatable if it's really him.

Will the real Keith Kogane please stand up?

[FILTERED TO FRIENDS & FAMILY]
Thank you to everyone that came out to support us and Kipp. All of you that provided some kind supporting document/video to speak to our characters and ability to raise Kipp or showed up in court to present it - it helped us become more determined to make sure it happened and increased our chances of a smoother process now.

We still have a week full of stuff coming up, but it sounds like we're not going to have to run away with Kipp. So stand down, Lance and Atreus, we're not making off to dino island yet.