Prentiss is sitting crosslegged on the ground near her cabin, watching something under her porch. There's a small orange tabby cat staring back at her wide-eyed, crouched just out of reach. She has her suspicions as to where (and who) it came from, but it's only a cat. Even here in the Wood, she seriously doubts it's dangerous, and coaxing a ( Read more... )

She may have consented to eating the fairy food, much to her private horror, but Kat still doesn't trust anyone here ( Read more... )

((vague quasi-spoilers under cut))The problem with being safety conscious to the point of paranoia; broken; crazy; and used to living in buildings with lots of locks, seals, and blood tests is that when you're dumped into a fairy wood where you're expected to live in a little unsecured cabin that's in a compound that thinks "a tall wooden fence and ( Read more... )

Today Will had decided to indulge in a little tree climbing.  After a few minutes of industrious climbing he had made his way up to a sturdy looking branch high in the giving tree.  And now he sat there, enjoying the damp leaf smell and listening intently to the sound of the activities within the barracks.

"Did you know?" Will remarks thoughtfully ( Read more... )

Since the collapse of the Noirland storm, Tiffany had been hard at work in the old pub -- hauling water for scrubbing, repairing what she can, or letting the Weasley boys help where they are apt. It's working out to her liking -- the place has a fixed roof now, and no longer leaks madly when it rains. She has set up a small bunk in the back for ( Read more... )

Molly was left reeling as reality shifted and she regained her former self. "Ooooh, no," she muttered, reaching out a hand to the inside of the barracks wall for balance. "This is not good. Really not good." She had been so callous. The other version of herself had helped people only if she had nothing better to do. She wasn't bothered so ( Read more... )

It was like the folder had called to her. She had been wandering aimlessly around the barracks, lost in thought and eyeing the woods beyond the fence. On her third pass around, she passed the Giving Tree, looking at the items beneath it curiously ( Read more... )

[ooc: back from the dead ;o;/ This should be set just after stuff returned to normal!]

It had been a strange couple of weeks even by Dante's standards. Months? Weeks. Eh, in all honestly he'd lost count and at this rate who cares anyway? There had been that monster siege, and the search and rescue... Then he'd taken a vacation trek into the dark ( Read more... )

To say that the Giving Tree's timing is good would be a serious understatement in Cissie's opinion. When she finds her bow and archery gear tucked into the roots of the tree shortly after the Reality Storm wears off, she very nearly sits down and cries right there. She doesn't, but it's a near thing ( Read more... )

A great deal of noise came from a cabin not far from the library. Spencer Reid was moving desks around at what was to be the new school. The Weasley twins had been so kind as to somehow produce a number of desks which looked exactly alike. Strange, he thought, but there was nothing about the woods that he would classify as ordinary. He had ( Read more... )