Well Hello! Welcome back!

sees all is in order...

Still very quiet here

...thinking about the fun had fishing today

sees that we had some business...smiles...

thank you girls!

quickly comes in on this...FATHER'S DAY

Dreamweaver1 has started a new game with the following players:
Dreamweaver1

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#r-ananama@bwr - Runda, Baby ShadowKAT prowling the grounds...

Crying softly in my stall

Looking forward to seeing the play from the coming days....

“Wait!”, the fiend, setting aside its anger suddenly, turned plaintive instead, and set to bargaining. “Eternity can be yours if ye dinnae squander this moment. I can bring you over, think of the power that –“.

Whatever was to be said next was lost, first to the whisper of steel slicing through the air, and then to a wet gurgle as the vampire’s head was parted from its neck. The head fell with a sodden thump against the marble of the communion table, and then tumbled to the floor with a smear of congealed blood.

Gideon sighed, lifting an arm to drag the upturned blade through the crook of his elbow, cleaning the blood from the steel against the rough fabric of the workman’s coat he wore. It would be burned later, as they always were after a hunt.

For now, he retrieved first the sake and then slipped his sword-cane back into the wooden sheathe of the cane’s shaft before taking the severed head by the hair. Working quietly, he arranged the body with arms lain just beneath the stomach, and there arranged a cradle of the hands to support the head.

He had not planned on having a theological debate with an undead tonight, and wondered why he did; why did he bring the undead to this place to make a ritual sacrifice of their deaths? He found that he could not answer that question, so returned to the task at hand. It would bear some thought.

Mastersons Cabin
He is out front of the cabin having a second cup of coffee just one of them days, his brown eyes looking around his property, when he sees a rider coming his way riding hell bent for leather

"What the hell?"

He squints his eyes in hopes of making out who it is, and as the rider gets closer he sees its Ace

"Something tells me I ain't gonna like this"

He looks down at the coffee in his mug with a sigh

"Sorry but I think I am gonna need something stronger."

Pouring out the coffee onto the ground it just might be whiskey time

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Rehearsals
And, once they find the room, she can't imagine that debating who is the best will come first. Later. After the other later.

Oh, she hears that sound and when she pulls back, it's with a tiny, mischievous grin. If they weren't the ones in charge of this whole thing, she'd press the issue even more. Making it difficult for you to behave is one of her favorite things to do. Especially when it makes you light up like that.

She's a special occasions only kind of girl when it comes to heels. If they're more than a couple of inches, she's edging in on six feet already anyway.

Holly Blanc

Both she and Leo are vibrating with the energy that only comes in this situation when they come over. You seem to have caught it too, your attention moving around to everything that's happening in the room. It can be a little overwhelming, but you're soaking it up like a pro.

When she pulls back and stands from her bend to hug you, she's smiling brightly at you as you tell them how much fun you had.

You were seriously great, Holly. No cap.

Then, as Leo hugs you, she's nodding in agreement with his assessment, then weaving her fingers back with his as he releases you.

Every seat.

Confirming the shared perception of you and Leo.

I don't know about future success, but I think we're looking at a full house at least for the first week.

A soft laugh and a shake of her head as you compare them to Hollywood and Broadway.

Have you seen yourself? You're the starlet, clearly.

But then Leo's parents are arriving and if, perhaps, you thought she was being anything but genuine before, if you watch closely now, you'll see the difference. While Leo's parents generally adore her, she suspects it has more to do with what she represents than anything else.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Sterling.

Offered politely as she hugs both Leo's dad and his mom in turn.

But, really, Leo and Holly are the ones who made it come to life. It wouldn't hold the same power if it were anyone else.

Again, if you're looking for it, you might notice that the way that Leo's parents hug her is a touch different than the way they greet him, an extra beat on the hold, leaning in a touch more. But it's subtle.

Then, when Leo finds her hand again, she turns to him, smile absolutely glowing, shining with love as she looks at him.

I'm a very lucky girl.

To Leo's mother, of course.

in

Yes....it even turned Simon into a fan

Watching him approach, her attentions surveyed the rest of the camp while he disappeared into a tent, only to be drawn back, gazing upwards when the words were spoken. She had not glanced at the bucket or any other things dropped upon the flat stone with a soft sound. Those things could not harm her; the man before her could. Under this shadow, she would continue for a ihn or three to size him up, assessing from beneath the lank strands of hair. The words perhaps meant to be cut or maybe not have had much effect. Dignity had little to do with how she dressed, smelled or looked, all factors of out her control. What she could control was what she did, herself, and the words and actions she took.

A slender hand, the wrist red, swollen slightly, damp with the ooze and the dark bracelet of bruising, reached for the bota first, tilting her head back, the tangled curls dipping to spiral upon the rock, she would drink deeply. Eyes closed, the sunlight exposing more of the trials of the barrel adventure along her face, the slender column of throat moving as the water swallowed, and some escaped to drip from her chin to bring dark spots upon the gown below.

A soft gasp signaled the end of the first drinking, fingers carefully wiping at the bruised lip and chin. Her words were heavily accented but gentle
" Thank you. "

Burnished orbs with their dark undershadowing looking upwards while the bota remained clutched in marked and marred fingers.

Thank you

i hope so too

I think golf on tv really boring too