Fairy Tale Stories and Autumn Rings

[cryptoherpetology]

WHO: (Who is making the post)
WHERE: The house Alex shares with Bull & Dorian, greenhouse, police station
WHEN: Backdated to November 1-13
OPEN TO: Previous CR for the first, everything else is OTA
WARNINGS: Talk of mortality, literally dirty scenes involving agriculture

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i. Who Lives Who Dies, etc etc.

The majority of Alex's notes may not be in bound notebooks, but he does his best to keep them as organized as possible. A few times, as he's tied piles of loose leaves together with scavenged twine, he's wondered if he might have to switch to actual scrolls.

It's something more personal than his attempts at writing a field guide that has him up in the light of a few flickering candles at the shared house's kitchen table.

Not having the mice means getting used to writer's cramp, and believe me, I'm all too aware that a personal journal might seem like a waste of time and supplies, but it's all too possible that I'm going to die here. I don't want to die, and I'm going to do my best not to die, but I feel better about traipsing out into alien wilderness without a gun knowing there will at least be some hard-copy record of my existence.

I'm realizing how much I'd been depending on the Aeslin. The sentient mice my family's been keeping safe for generations serve as our "black boxes," so to speak. They worship us (the family, that is) as gods. It means a perfect oral history of our family going back to the ancestors who originally found them. It also means a lot of rodent song-and-dance routines in the living room, not always at the most convenient hours.

Speaking of my family- Grandma Alice, if you're reading this, for the love of God, no matter how embarrassingly or painfully I died, tell Shelby it wasn't bad. And tell Antimony it was cool. I don't need to be mocked across dimensions and from beyond the grave.

He rubs at his wrist. He really wasn't making it up about the writer's cramp. So he adds one last line before sealing up his bottle of ink.

I miss you, Shelby.

ii. Green & Growing Things

Plants were not exactly Alex's wheelhouse, but he'd picked up enough of his mother's advice about herbal remedies to almost know what he's doing in the greenhouse. But he also knows that almost is still there, so for now, all he's doing is idly strolling between the different plants, and doing his best to match them to the illustrations in one of the books he's borrowed from the greenhouse.

Today's exciting task? Identifying anything he might be able to use to start developing some anti-parasitic treatment for the livestock in the event it's needed.

iii Where the Really Goddamned Wild Things Are

"It really makes me wonder if some of these species have been selectively bred before-"

He's thinking out loud again. Having either the Aeslin Mice or actual lab assistants has lead to this being something of a habit. "I'm not sure the climate here is cold enough to warrant this much heat retention in their wool. Sheep and alpacas back on earth are the result of countless generations of selective breeding. What about you, huh buddy?"

Yep. He's talking to a zalpaca while he calmly mucks out the jailhouse stall. As you do.

[ OPEN ] Someone screaming like their world might explode

[ombranera]

WHO: Zevran
WHERE: South Village
WHEN: November 19th
OPEN TO: EVERYONE
WARNINGS: Excessive abuse of span title tags and google translate, drinking, nudity, some sexual content, adult language, reader discretion is advised

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( I'm freezing and losing my way  )

[MINGLE] Worried/Sick 2: Snake Expedition & Recovery!

[sixthiteration]

WHERE: Anywhere; multiple locations
WHEN: Apx. 19-27 November
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Serious illness and reactions to such, snakes, hallucinations

IMPORTANT NOTES: This is the second of two mingles. Please see the timing and general event details here.

Not putting any mod top-levels in this one — Just make sure you label your own top-level clearly as to whether it's Expedition or Recovery, and as always, whether it is OTA or not!

Please keep in mind the established plot details, but creative license is welcome and encouraged as long as it doesn't step on toes.

closed-ish | it means 'remember me' in the language of flowers

[blacksky]

WHO: Elektra Natchios
WHERE: Forest --- > Village ---> House 3
WHEN: Nov. 20
OPEN TO: Matt Murdock, Zevran | anyone she might reasonably stumble into along the path above - PM for closed starters
WARNINGS: warnings associated with Zevran, memory loss, references to brainwashing and death

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Closed to Matthew Murdock |

It starts off as a joke. She's absolutely disgusting from deep cleaning up their home so she may as well go for a run in the woods. It wouldn't take longer than a half hour. Maybe he could run her a hot bath as payment for doing all the hard work to keep them healthy while everyone around them seemed to be succumbing to illness. A half hour comes and goes. Elektra doesn't manage to find her way back through sheer luck and muscle memory until a full two hours later.

If that isn't enough of a tip off that something is wrong, her walk would do it. She's loud as she stumbles through the front door and makes her way to the kitchen. There's an air of panic about her that doesn't suit Elektra. She only seems to calm down a little when the water from the sink hits her face and some of the fine powder comes off. Give it time though. She doesn't remember a man lives here with her.

Closed to Zevran |

Before Elektra shows up to her house largely by accident, she's running in the woods. She doesn't consider dangers like dust moths robbing her of her memories. She doesn't even consider the man with pointy ears a threat. He does look curious, unique in a way she's never seen before. She pretends to stop for a stretch if only to have an excuse to talk to him. "You don't look the type who worries about getting his steps in." Elektra quips as she looks him over. He really is one of a kind from her point of view.


[ooc; PM for closed starters! Let me know if you want Elektra with or without memories.]