[See Elle in pain. She's managed to keep it mostly under-wraps, but throughout the day it tends to fluctuate as to how badly it gets. The more panicked she is -- the worse it feels ( Read more... )

The night after the feast, after a day of being restricted to the atrium, the palace opens to its guests once again. The garden they might wander into is fashioned from various shades of colored marble and what might be purple grass (hard to tell, as the light is low and most of it is covered in snow), is marked out in four colors. Red, green, ( Read more... )

Some time in the evening, a musical chiming starts in the atrium. A soft grumble, and then a roar, and one entire wall descends slowly on gears into the floor. Beyond it lies a resplendent marble plaza, walled on its remaining three sides in glass ( Read more... )

[backdated to the Carnival]
The night of the full moon was hectic enough on its own, with the Carnival in full swing, and it certainly didn't need any more craziness, but that didn't stop Drusilla from appearing in the Wood, and finding her way to the Carnival by following the sweet melodies of the trees, and the owl's wise directions. Whatever area ( Read more... )

The Carnival is in full swing when the Kitsune Girl makes her appearance, although you might not notice. She bobs and weaves around her own carnival, her form shifting with her whims. Sometimes she's a teenage girl with a flute, sometimes she's a barker or a lion tamer, or a ringmaster. Sometimes she mingles among the crowds and plays the role of a ( Read more... )

[ooc: A week into the stay at the barracks... I'm slowly trying to get her up to current timeline with threads owed.]At least Sam hadn't completely written her off, there was the occasional text message through that weird device that wasn't quite a phone and a few conversations that were possibly more cryptic than they needed to be, but she wasn't ( Read more... )

( dean winchester | surrounding walls of the barracks )

In the Carnival's gambling hall, against the back wall, is a large table, organized like a mad tea party, only for gamblers- a craps game, a roulette wheel, various card games, games from different cultures, different worlds, even. Off to the side of the table, a tall woman- seven inches over six feet, to be precise- sits with her legs crossed, ( Read more... )

The Wood is bright and friendly and full of birdsong in the half-mile or so around the barracks. Sunlight glances through the trees, turning everything to green and gold. Here and there, between the shadows, individuals appear and disappear. Some of them peek around trees toward the buildings, some of them run laughing through the woods and vanish ( Read more... )

Some time around midnight, the statue goes dark. Frost crackles up its sides with abnormal speed, and the eyes light up with an intense and sickly green glow. Seconds tick by as silence fills the Wood, and then light blazes up from the statue once again, painfully bright, and soundless pressure roars through the clearing with enough speed and ( Read more... )