Kay has had just about enough of this nonsense.

So there is a sign in the main room, with a semi-scowling knight nearby. The spelling is creative, but it says roughly:

Those that want food, sign up below for whatever you can do. You'll do your job rotating with others. If you don't want to participate don't. Work and get food. Questions see ( Read more... )

There is a nice printed sign, in Luther's small, careful lettering, that says, simply, "FREE". The sign is perched upon a handmade oak table, a little one, with scalloped carving-work around the sides, and a smooth, broad surface. All around it are a number of other wooden products, from toys for children to chairs and stools, and including some ( Read more... )

There's a young man in the gardens. He's scruffy, if handsome, dressed in a British army uniform, and he looks completely exhausted. In fact, if someone were to get near enough, they'd see he's breathing in short pants, though he hasn't been running, and is rather shaky and almost about to fall over. He slowly makes his way over to a bench and ( Read more... )

She is suddenly in the main room, as if she has been there for a long time. Perhaps she has. She is neither strikingly beautiful nor plain, but rather a woman who was likely once beautiful, some years ago. Now she just looks tired and impatient and says, "Whatever it is this time, at least it's new."

Typist: As requested... it's Laurel, the ( Read more... )

Nobody knows quite how it started, but soon it's unmistakable. Once again the stalls and tables have begun to cluster on the lawn, some of them bedecked with streamers and decorations, all of them laden with interesting things. The chilly breeze blowing up toward the Mansion brings laughter with it, and lively voices, and scents of cinnamon spice ( Read more... )

Well, it's deer-hunting season.

And this here is a fine, big buck. Was a fine buck. Well, still is, but now it's a fine, dead buck (through a bullet to the head) and currently hanging from a tree, in the process of being skinned (and butchered) by Hawkeye.

He's also got a fire going (a decent distance away) so he can cook the meat and jerk the rest ( Read more... )

Zara has been eating a little more regularly lately. It takes effort, since she has neither the inclination nor the stomach for it, but she's been, and because her body is so hungry it's gone right to her bones and she looks astonishingly less gaunt. Still skinny, skinny enough to make you worry, but her hair, which is still growing in, in a little ( Read more... )

Sasha has been thinking lately about how this place would make a good farm, what with all the room and the good pasture and the abundant outbuildings that only need a little repair, really. All it needs is animals. He’s been trying not to think about this, what with the unpredictable consequences of wishing for things, wanting them, but last night ( Read more... )

Ten year old Leslie Burke looks around, wide-eyed as she enters the mansion.  This- this was certainly not what she expected.  The enchanted rope swing that served as the entrance to Terabithia was not supposed to lead to a mansion.  Although mansions were not without their charm ( Read more... )

Both Hawkeye's name and reputation are based firmly on his excellent marksmanship. Unfortunately, marksmanship is one of those things which, without practice, becomes rusty ( Read more... )