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Ѽ 002 - Boys & Girls of Every Age - OPEN Ѽ

WHO: Kat

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WHERE: House # 48 & Around the Village
WHEN: October Catch-All & Event Posts
OPEN TO: EVERYONE
WARNINGS: Not Applicable, will update if needed.

Trick or Treat: Friendly Ghost Ѽ October 22nd

There was something odd happening in the village but Kat hadn't been able to find the common link. Now she had. It'd been an apple, unassuming but alluring. She was fairly sure that apples were common in the fall but she'd also grown up in a city and hadn't realized how out of place the red ruby fruit had been. She should have understood before she tried to pick it but it was too late.

The apple had poofed and Kat had been tricked.

For the remainder of that day, a friendly ghost trailed a foot or so behind her. It looked a little bit like Casper but with two leaves and an apple stem sticking out of its head. Kat wasn't sure if anyone else could see him but he wasn't hurting her and it was nice to have some.

Sitting on the bank of the river, the pair of them chattered in excited voices. Kat laughed, the sound warm, rare and happy as the ghost wiggled in the water and pretended that it was being eaten by a cute little fish.

"Please stop." Kat held her journal against her knees, her index finger wiping against her eyes to stop the tears that had formed there. Hopefully, others could see the ghost or was it going to look like Kat was talking to herself.

"I'll never get this finished." She exclaimed with a smile. It was hard to be upset at someone when they were working so hard to make you laugh.

Great Minds: First Encounter Closed to Sam Ѽ OPEN

Kat had gathered some of Circe's spices and was in the process of bringing them to the inn when she'd first heard the soft beep on her wrist device. She looked down and saw a text without context or prompting. She frowned but assumed that it had been a mistake and continued with her work. Another beep and her app showed another message, another thought that seemed to follow the one before it.

"What?" She glanced around, as if to see if someone was playing a trick on her.

'What is that?' Kat thought to herself as she began to fiddle with the wrist device.

Her mouth shaped into a frown as she stood in the kitchen, staring at the app. Was this something new? She was usually good with technology but she wasn't sure what to do with these messages. They didn't seem like they belonged to her.

un; Kat | Text: Missing Friends Ѽ Offering help

Hello everyone.
My name is Kat.

My good friend Circe has vanished from the village.
I have been taking care of her garden and will be providing salves and antidotes to those who need it.
Don't hesitate to contact me if you are in need of assistance.
I can come to you.

Wild Card

[ooc: This is Kat's October Post and will likely bleed into next month for those interested in closed threads. Let me know if you want something! I do want Kat to get into trouble while filling out one of her field reports. If someone wants to save her??? Hit me up, we'll plan and I can get a top level together.]

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Kat sat in the almost darkness, her knees raised with a book carefully draped across them.

Moonlight filtered through the open windows, casting reflections of light between the pale walls. Sharp chirps of cicadas and the dangerous coo of an owl filled echoed through the deepening night. The scent of turning leaves and cold filled Kat's nose, shaping her lips into a warm happy smile. They'd have to close up the house soon and collect enough wood to last through whatever horrors winter held for them but tonight was perfect.

She turned her attention back to the book in her lap. The light was dim but she didn't need a lot of light. Kat carefully plucked an herb from the coffee table and positioned it between the books pages. She pressed it tightly, turned a few pages and then repeated the process. She wouldn't be able to keep all of Circe's plants alive but she'd been cataloging them, collecting seeds and transferring what she could inside to keep the plants warm through the winter.

Her legs were bare and stretched along the couch. Kat wore the green dress she'd been given, its long sleeves keeping her warm, and nothing else. It was late. She didn't know the hour but she'd likely send herself to bed soon. There was always work to do in the early morning and Kat found it difficult to sleep with the bright light of the sun streaming through her windows.

A subdued step called her attention from her task and her head rose as a figure appeared into the kitchen. Kat would know that shadow anywhere. "Vergil." Her voice was soft, as if anything louder might disturb the perfect night. Kat placed her book and plants on the small table next to the couch and rose to her feet. "What are you doing up?"

Vergil had been out again, he was spending a lot of time in the woods. Not just with wood and such, but learning how to fish and how to help them survive. Tonight he had mostly just been sitting out looking at the stars. He had said hours before that he was going to bed, but he had actually changed his mind and gone out the backdoor without a word. The door through the kitchen was his normal entrance.

Hearing her voice, Vergil made his way from the kitchen, with a glass of water and moved quietly into the living room towards the otherside of the couch to put distance. "I wasn't asleep, I left for awhile." At least he wasn't spending all of his time in bed like he did the first few days after the bunker. His hair was getting shaggy and his eyes tired by the pale light she was reading from. "Sit, keep at what your doing, but I told you at night its best to read near the stove, the light is better." He finally took a seat, tugging his jacket off and running his hand through his hair. He went days of sleeping to much, or not at all. There was no middle ground anymore.

"I'm not reading and it's about time I stop anyway." Kat didn't read without at least a candle burning next to her or huddling around the light of the stove. She knew that reading in low light could be straining on the eyes and she tried not to do it unless she absolutely had too. "I was cataloging some of Circe's plants and thinking about which ones I should relocate inside for the winter. If we keep the house warm, they should be able to flourish."

She brushed her fingers through her hair and sighed. It made her sad to think about Circe, the way the other woman had suddenly disappeared was unsettling after beginning to grow close to her. What if that happened to Vergil? It was silly and bordering on stupidity but Kat still depended on his presence, like a comforting familiar beacon in a hectic unknown world.

She really was an idiot.

"You look tired." It was an offhand remark but Kat couldn't stop it from slipping from her lips.

Normally, Sam only stayed in the kitchen for a few hours in the morning. She'd make two or three batches of vodka, then get restless and head off into the woods to do some spear fishing or hiking or, if the spirit moved her, tree punching. Admittedly, she'd cut down on that last one a little. But today was an entirely different animal. Every time she finished a batch of vodka, she just started the next one. And the next one. And one more after that.

It was the routine, more than anything else, that kept her going. She liked having something automatic to do with her hands. Steps to follow, one by one, allowing her mind to drift.

And there was a lot on her mind, to be fair.

The Stark expo. How much longer she could avoid Fucky Darns. Avery's name on the lists. Her conversation on MPD with Bruce. How hot Danny looked without a shirt. And, as always, somewhere in the back of her mind, the nagging feeling that every day she didn't do something to piss off the Overlords was a day of surrendering to them.

She started to peel the last of her potatoes when she heard someone walk in. "What?" she said, looking up. "Did you say something?"

Who the hell is this?

"No. Sorry. I must be imagining things." Kat had seen Sam around the inn before but they'd never spoken. There weren't a lot of people who Kat spoke to on a regular basis and that was fine. She was getting used to being part of a small community and the constant threat that people could vanish.

What's happening?

She got a sense of so many different things but Kat wasn't sure what it meant.

"I'm sorry. I- have you noticed anything odd happening?" Maybe this woman had experienced the same thing???

"Anything odd happening?" Sam repeated. "You mean, aside from the fact that we've been kidnapped, imprisoned, and deprived of Cheetos and decent HBO programming?"

I fucking miss Cheetos...

Humor was, by and large, Sam's last remaining coping mechanism. And it wasn't a particularly good one, she knew. But the fact of the matter was that there was something nagging at her. Maybe she was just tired.

But it was like the other girl was a video that was completely out of sync with its audio somehow.

"Yeah. Besides that." After facing down demons and the end of the world, it was really hard to faze Kat. She understood that this place was strange but to her and Vergil it was a blessing. They needed to be away from their world and its conflict. This place wasn't ideal but it was healthy for them both.

Sometimes you can only see clearly after everything you knew had been pulled away.

"I'm not sure what it is…" Kat frowned and stared at Sam. There was something between them, like a spark but different. It was wordier and filled with things that Kat didn't have a context for. "You're not speaking right now?" There was a pause but Kat still heard it and now that she'd heard Sam's voice, she recognized it.

This was really weird.

Sam blinked, holding up both hands in a half-abandoned gesture. "I'm...talking now," she said. "I'm not saying anything interesting and I'm kind of confused, but yes, I am talking. Now."

Fuck, I hope this isn't some kind of Escape to Witch Mountain scenario. I do NOT have the energy to deal with this. But that would be so like the Overlords, wouldn't it? Fuckers.

A scowl had settled across Sam's face. Kind of deeper than her resting bitch face. But only marginally so.

"Do I know you?"

CLOSED TO VERGIL @ HOME 48

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First Encounter, Yo

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Trick or Treat

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