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Log opened 10/09/2024  -  23:25:52



Caer Viridis - Village 

     Beyond the walls of the Glade, are the dwellings of the commoners and a bustling market. Although most of the massive trees were warped to form the walls of the glade, there are still two that are free standing. One of these close to the walls is in its natural state the other, located farther out has been built up to provide food, drink, and lodging to the more common visitors to Caer Viridis.

     A massive steel ring has been fitted in two parts around the trunk, resting on this is a circular platform providing the foundation for The Sign of the Horned Owl. The bar and grill are located around the trunk, while the rooms for rent are in giant birdhouses located in the massive branches above. Steam powered lifts carry visitors up from the loading platform below.

     Surrounding The Sign of the Horned Owl is the marketplace. Chimerical Items both common and sometimes fantastic can be found in the various canvasse covered stalls and shops that make up Viridis Market. Vendors both fae and chimera can be heard hawking their wares. Everything in the market is negotiable.

     The Witches Road, made of black granite travels through town and ends at the walls of the Glade. The breeze from the lake keeps the worst of the heat from the worries of those who call this place home.

------------------------------------ Players -----------------------------------
Nowell              0s    Pretty, pale Sidhe boy. Green eyes, silver hair. Goth?
Amber               37s   
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Obvious exits:
Witches Road <WR>  The Horned Owl <THO>  Gate <G> 



Nowell seems most awake and alive in these pre-dawn hours. He's on either an early morning or very late-night stroll around the Market.


Amber has come into the Village today with her lovely chimerical offspring, the Colonel. He is walking close to her,, and she with a hand on his head, both clicking, trilling and hissing away with their conversation.


Nowell pauses in his meanderings to watch a couple of bakers start unloading fresh bread into display baskets as they prep the shop. He slides his hand into one of his boilersuit pockets and pulls out some minor bits of things with which to trade. He makes his exchange, then juggles the crusty hardroll in one hand to cool it as he seeks out his usual spot in a safe, seculuded corner.


Amber is going to veer off towards the Sidhe when she sees him look for that safe and lonely spot. So there he is, presented with a short bizarre little pooka and a large chimerical lizard. She waves, "People hi!"

,---------------------------- FM Dice -- WoD Style -----------------------------
| Nowell rolls 8 dice (Perception + Alertness) against a 6 difficulty:
|	3 4 7 2 5 4 10 4
| for a total of 2 successes.
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Nowell could have been very surprised by Amber's sudden appearance in front of his hidey hole, but he's not. "Hello, Amber, and I don't believe I have ever gotten a proper introduction?" He extends his hand politely towards the Lizard.


"There isn't such a thing as a proper introduction, ever." Amber grins, she adores when people ask questions, doesn't every pooka? After a moment, "This is my hatchling, I laid the egg, cause I can do that. And I call him Colonel Camilla. But she might not be a he. No one knows but me and I really don't explain."


Nowell delicately gnaws a corner off of his roll. "Tell me if you need anything?" He nods hopefully to the Pooka. "Do I call her Colonel or him Camilla?"


Nowell mutters, "...tabernak!..." as he likely burns his tongue, but continues eating with courtly fastidiousness regardless.


"I can't tell you anything, I can only perform it in interpretive dance." She points to the bread then her mouth. "As for what to call... definitely call him Shirley."


Nowell grasps the roll in his hands and rips it apart, tossing the other half to the Pooka. "I like that dance." He considers the Colonel. "I will definitely not do that."


Amber grins as she catches the roll, "It depends on who you are on what you call. I use both interchangeably cause thats the name that I gave cause I thought Colonel was super masculine and Camilla is super girly. And the idea of no one knowing amuses me greatly."


Nowell tears /his/ half into half and tosses some to the Colonel, then burst out laughing. Like real, relaxed laughter. "You know what though?" He asks. "There is a very terrible pun in there, because the Colonel is the one who exploits all the chickens, and Camilla is actually a hen. I love the Muppets."


The colonel will in fact catch and swallow the half in one fell swoop, not even a half a mouth full, but hey, no long lost a limb! Amber though looks at Nowell confused as can be, "Whats a Muppet?"


Nowell stares (politely) at Amber. "Oh, they're pure Glamour. If Jim Henson was not Kithain, he was surely Kin. But Camilla the Chicken is a character. They are all puppets." He demonstrates with his hands. "They are how I learned to read as a toddler, even." He then gets a slightly sheepish cast to his expression. "The Colonel, though, is a terrible corporation that cooks chickens."


Amber huhs, nodding slowly, having very little clue given the expression she makes, "They sound like fun I think. I didn't read for a long time, most definitely a chicken did not teach me.... OOO O OOOO OOOO" She's excited. "Do you do emails too????"


Nowell tells Amber, "A frog taught me more than a chicken." At /her/ excitement, he nods to the affirmative, then tilts his head to one side. "Tell me why you are asking."


"Do you like the emails that I sent??? I want to send more but there's so many things I can send them about its hard to pick." Amber is just brimming with pride, "I don't even know which is my faborite."


Nowell's tattoos twirl into curlicues that look suspiciously like question marks. "I haven't seen emails from anyone here but Aleksander, but we also text and things."


Amber oooos, "YOU NEED THE EMAIL LIST!" Amber reaches out for his hand, "Come on, we have to go back to the other layer of the onion! Come come come!!!"


Nowell glances at the Colonel to make sure that it is okay for him to be grabbing Amber's hand, then grabs it. He rises to his feet. "Lay on, MacDuff?"


The Colonel seems to be ambivalent about everything at the moment, though when amber starts for the real world, he trundles along on the opposite side of Nowell. Any changeling not Amber is ew or grr, so ambivalent ew is a win, "So there's this email address you send to and that goes to eveyone and everyone can send things and respond to things its super fun. I just learned it!"

Amber passes through the gate and into the glade.
Amber has left.

You pass through the gate and into the glade.


You sing the old, pagan songs with those around you. As you sing, the river glows with a blinding, otherworldly light.

Marjorie McNeely Conservatory - Sunken Garden 


     At night, the Sunken Garden is unlit and it's recesses are cast in shadow. Half hidden steps lead downward as the sound of the garden's central water feature and fountain can be heard rippling along the length of the pathway. Here, the air is cloyingly sweet with the fragrance of flowers.

     Outside, it's clear, cool, and windy.


[ ...in the Dreaming... ]

      The flowers in the garden glimmers with glamour, sparkling with in the light. The nude girl in the fountain undulates in a slow, ever-changing, dance which mimics the flow of the mosaic walkway as colored tiles swirl slowly.


Nowell gives the Colonel a respectful distance, accepting his status as merely just 'ew' for now. "So it's a listserv," he says. "How do they decide whom to allow access? I have no Title, and I have no status here?"


"I can speak a language you can;t but if I do it will make you upset but at least your eyes won't bleed." She pulls out her phone and shows him so he can start having frun with it, "What do you think I should write about next?"


Nowell reframes his query. "Please tell me that I am not breaking Ducal law here by joining this group."


"You are not breaking Ducal law by joining this here group." Amber nods firmly, "Eithne just set me up with it, 'parently everything is on it."


Amber says "And everyone!"


Nowell suddenly has a mobile phone in his boilersuit pocket again. He goes through at least two steps of authentication before the screen unlocks. "Okay, tell me the name of the group, please, Amber. Thank you."


Amber gives him the information so that he can do so, cause its on her phone too!


Nowell immediately dogs every last communique and message thread available. "Of course, this just raises more questions," he admits to Amber, but then gives her another huge, sunny smile. "Thank you so much for getting me access to this! You are fantastic!" Literally.


Amber bobs her head, "I am, its true, and a pain in the ass. Pure and simple." She flashes a sharp toothed grin at him, "So what else should I write about?"


Nowell considers Amber's earlier question. "Do you have any opinions on Harper being from Northern Ice?" He then turns his palm upwards towards himself. "Or myself, I suppose."


Amber hmms, "Whats Northern Ice and why should I care about?"


Nowell shakes his head quickly. "I am genuinely interested in your opinion, this isn't..." he stops the self-flagellation for a second. "Northern Ice is Canada, where myself and Harper are from. Her mother is marrying a right motherfucker."


Nowell points out. "Goldenrod used to be part of Northern Ice. Here's the thing though: you guys can keep it, in my opinion."


Amber just nods, "Thats, nice... I guess? I ain't from around here and so maybe I don't care bout things like many do."


Nowell shrugs in commiseration with Amber. "Agreed. Except for this Shadow Court fuckery you are dealing with, which ties back to Harper's mother, who is the Queen of Northern Ice."


Amber shrugs, "I don't know nothing bout the Shadow Court neither. And since I's just a commoner, don't have no say in nothing so just do my happy day making. I ain't nothing to no one so its all good."


Nowell opens his mouth to protest this assertion, then remembers who he is conversing with. "I might know a little too much. Or maybe not enough. But someone needs to get me in to actually meet with the Nobility about it."


Amber cocks her head to one side, "I am probably not the person for that. I am suuuuuuuper well liked and not at all just merely tolerated. I spent too long in jail inside the onion."


Nowell's expression turns empathetic. "I have been put to question just for being who I am, too. I am sorry that happened to you."


Amber shrugs unconcerned, "I'm a weirdo from a weird place. So..... just kinda roll with it. Mister Man couldn't even tell if I was redcap or pooka. By look."


Nowell turns his palms upwards again. "You are lucky I did not think you Thallain." Not that he tried Kenning or anything. "But I understand your point."


Amber shrugs her shoulders, "I ain't even super sure if thats bad or good. I just kinda roll with everyone everywhere all the time."


Nowell explains, "For me? That is very bad." He pauses a beat. "I mean, they are very bad for all Kithain, but for myself and my House they are extremely very bad." He gestures towards the Sunken Garden. "Do you want to go back, or are you composing more treasure?"


"Oh I will definitely write more in two thousand days." Amber sits on the ground with the Colonel, more than answer enough, "Why is it bad for you cause of yer house. What house? I ain't got no house, just an apartment."


Nowell finds himself somewhere to sit down. "Sidhe are all part of ancient families called Houses. Mine is Beaumayn. Your Tante Eithne is from the Scathach House. The one who is still alive is from House Liam. Rrroque?" He lightly rolls the R, as native French speakers are wont to do. "I also have an apartment, but it is not where my House lives."


"And your apartment house has a big downside when it come to Thallain?" Amber asks curiously, "Is there any upside?"


Nowell gets a wicked gleam in his eyes. "The downside to the Thallain, in my apartment, is ME." He considers her question. "The upside of my House is that we are an early warning system against the Shadow Court for the rest of the Kithain."


Amber scratches at her head and nods slowly, "So ... why you here? You think they around a lot down here cause Harper was here and her Mom is something?"


Nowell reminds her, or perhaps himself, "After all, I am only a family member through accident of birth and being declared such. It makes getting into meetings really hard."


Nowell practically stabs his index finger at Amber. "Yes! That could possibly be. We are Seers, but..." he lowers his hand. "I have had no visions about this."


Amber cocks her head to one side, "Can you make a vision happen? Like turning on the television?"


Nowell makes a comme ci-comme ca motion with his hand. "I can cast Omens, but typically our visions are thrust upon us."


Nowell points out, "You know who probably can induce her own visions is Lilith."


Amber bobs her head slowly, "BUt would she want to and why would she do it? I can induce visions too, they just don't do great."


Nowell starts to say something, then changes tactics. "Tell me how you induce visions, please, Amber?"


"Hmmmms" quietly while pondering, a slow tap to her chin. "I close my eyes sometimes. I still my breathing, real slow. I get a candle other times and stare so close to the flame I think its bright and crazy. The smoke swirls and swims, then I see things. And I hear the songs."


Nowell bows his head slightly. "I should not have underestimated you." He looks at Amber apologetically. "But I have known Pooka whose idea of induction would have been with a heavy implement to someone else's head."


Amber cocks her head to one side, "I've also stared at water, cause its like a way to viw another part of the mirror cause there's lots of world to look at."


Nowell leans forward, his elbows on his knees. Pressing his fingertips together, he says, "Tell me if you can Augur, too, or just watch through things?"


Amber shakes her head, "Don't want to. Seems silly and dangerous and all my wants change from week to week and day to day. I have very few constant. The Colonel and Liz. Uncle and now Aunt. Maybe Andrew, still deciding. Rest? Doesn't super matter."


Nowell glances down at his mobile. "You have not posted yet!" To her explanation, he muses, "I suppose so. Tell me why you are still deciding upon Andrew, whomever that is?" He really does dig gossip; you'd think he'd be a bigger hit at Court.


Amber shrugs her shoulders, "I ain't never done no boyfriend thing before. And I am a liar, so eventually he'll kick me to the curb for it."


Amber looks at her phone and starts typing something. Its slow. Painful.


Nowell fidgets with his fingers a little. "You're more than that, though. And there's a difference between your nature and you. If he cares about you, he will learn your language."


Amber grins wickedly, "It changes. It changed LOTS when I wasn't me and someone else."


Nowell elaborates a little. "I mean more context. I am no Fiona, but I think if you love someone, you understand them on an intrinsic level anyway."


Amber shrugs her shoulders, "I am a singular thing that shouldn't be. And I made another singular thing that should not be. In less than a year I'll be gone."


Nowell spreads his arms wide. "Welcome to the Dreaming! We are all singular things, we just repeat over and over again." He lowers his arms. "Most of us, anyway. Your Auntie wants to figure out why not Arcadians."


Amber whispers as she leans forward which seems to irritate The colonel, "OOooo I shuld help her with that. I already helped Rionain."


Nowell bites. "Please tell me how you helped Rionain, Amber?" He should really be saying thank you.


Amber says "I didn't adopt him and show him truths."


Nowell presses the side of his fist to his mouth, his wrist shaking ever-so-slightly. "Please - and thank you, Amber - tell me what truths those were?"


Amber shakes her head, "Because you aren't him I am unable to. Certain words are for certain individuals only. He met specs."


Nowell snaps his fingers. "Okay. You saw something FOR him?"


Amber bites her lips until they turn rather blue. The Colonel lifts his head, then eyes Nowell as if he is the reason. Amber tsks at the creature, "If I were to tell you, I would keep living as I am now."


Nowell holds his hands up, palms perpendicular to the ground. "I don't want to know it. I wanted to know if you had the vision for him. I'm sorry...stop biting yourself."


Amber bobs her head, "I saw many things for Rionain and we had many talks. He knew the truth he needed."


Nowell gives her two thumbs-up. "Bien! We understand each other. Incroyable. Okay. Should I say something on this thing?"


Amber shakes her head, "Only if you want to dance and sing. I might resurrect him by going off the deep end."


Nowell asks, "Are you telling me I should keep it secret for now that I am on this? They are gonna know by checking records." He was going to say logs, but reconsidered.


Amber hmms and then ahhs, "Oh! You meant the emails. Yes! You can emails."


Nowell nods, then rakes his fingers back through his hair. "I want to tell people what I know about the Shadow Court. They certainly all seemed to want to know for a hot minute there, anyway."


Amber shrugs, "If you want to, it may mean people seek you out> Or ignore. I dunno. I don't listen or care about normal stuff."


Nowell doesn't quite completely pinch his fingertips together. "Maybe a little bit you care."


Amber says "Normal things for me yes, no you yes or human peoples yes."


Nowell shrugs one shoulder. "I still think maybe a little bit you care. Even if you're just curious."


Amber says "Curious on some tings sure. I like mystery! And then solving it, which I am excellent at. Cause I am dumb"


Nowell knows she's lying, but says it anyway, "Oh, fuck no, you are not."


Amber beams brightly at him, "Just ask most!"


Nowell shoots her a conspiratorial look. "Tell me what I should write about."


Amber licks her lips, "Do you want to write like me, or write like you?"


Nowell ponders it for a split second, but says, reluctantly, "I should probably write like me, yeah."


Amber bobs her head, "So tell people you have things to talk about, that are importanr. And if they want to know they will find you. I find you."


Nowell informs Amber, "Yes, but you are a creature of impeccable taste." He grins.


Nowell then stands up and stretches. "And I should go home and get ready to go to work. Undergrads aren't gonna pull their own catalog items!"


Amber beams bright, she does love some flattery, "THass what Uncle would say. If you keep this up and do a couple other things. You will be adopted." She grins, "Ok, have good day. I not work much, its hurtful but I like th ebones so sometimes I do."


Nowell bows to the Pooka. "I am just fortunate that there is a lot of Glamour in books, even in a research library. And knowing where exactly to find the secret words you're looking for is not Banal, it is magical!" He insists. "Good morning, you both. I do not have liver snips."

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