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Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme... with springtime funtime came the pitter-patter of young feet as a portal swirled to life in the preserve. Was everyone ready to be visited by children? Only time would tell!

[[ Feel free to use this post for establishing your kids if you wish! ]]

what_big_teeth

This was not Winterport, but Eleanor knew one rule above all others to be of utmost importance: do not venture into the village. She was tempted and curious and wanted to know more, but she knew it was dangerous to do so. People in the village didn't understand how they were and might try to change things or hurt them, so she would be good and avoid it.

But she didn't want to stay cooped up inside the place she'd woken up in, either. She wanted to find Luma. It felt like a part of her was missing, without her. And after not finding her there in the dormitory, she turned her attention to the woods, trying not to feel too hurt if she and Rhys had gone out there without her.

She understood, though. It wasn't the same, with her. Since she still couldn't change like they could.

She spent some time trying, once again willing with all her might to turn into a wolf, to no success and no avail,and then sighed and continued on through the woods, barefoot despite the chill, and tried to find them, stopping every once in a while to listen for them. She couldn't smell them as well as they could smell her, but they were usually remarkably loud, but as she seemed to hear now were birds and squirrel and deer, and the not-too-distant ocean, with waves that seemed to be whispering her name.

[[ open preserve is very open! ]]

joan_of_bark

It felt... dangerous... to spend too much time in most of the island's open spaces. Pam had no interest in making Harley-not-Harley's life more difficult, now that she had chosen to stay here by necessity. But that did strike quite a few locations out of her potential new daily routine.

(Wasn't it always easier to avoid a problem than to face it head-on?)

But that was fine. There were still some mysteries left to uncover on this island, and the preserve had the advantages of both containing some - and being very unlikely to contain any kind of Harley.

Coming here felt like a relief the moment her feet touched the forest floor. The Green still didn't speak to her quite the same way it once had, but its voice was louder here. She felt so much stirring in the soil and the treetops, familiar and unfamiliar things. Things that were dying. Things that were growing.

And before she knew it, her search for answers had turned into a stroll between the trees, her fingers sliding past bark, branch and shrub as she let them trail beside her. It was... grounding.

[[ open ]]

mustbeawitch

It was the harvest moon tonight, and there was to be a partial lunar eclipse. For others, this might be simply an interesting and beautiful astronomical phenomenon. To Lydia, it meant that if she didn't miss sleep to gather certain herbs while the time was right, she would be unworthy of the title of 'witch.' And, of course, there were magical requirements that she must meet while she searched for said herbs.

Which was to say that here she was, in the middle of the woods in the middle of the night, skyclad and very glad that she had familiarized herself with the area now enough that she at least knew where most of the plants she needed were. The keyword there being 'most.' This was taking rather longer than she would have liked.

At least she knew enough now to take certain precautions regarding the squirrels.

(Open preserve is open to anyone else who might be in the woods in the middle of the night of the harvest moon! Lydia's state of dress is NFB, but everything else is fair game!)

okteiviakom

The OceaNyx had sailed back into port on Sunday, and while Octavia's need to be out in her own element had quieted down a lot from what it had been at its worst (weird how actually being able to touch both her partners again took some of the edge off of things), it had not fully gone away.

So instead, Octavia had. Gone away, into preserve, that was.

She wasn't even doing anything in particular. Hadn't gone to dig out her old target practice stuff, wasn't heading for the little stream with the furry fish, either. She was just... walking.

Breathing.

Moving quietly, and listening to the sound of the woods around her.

(Thinking about Bellamy, suddenly. Sometimes she couldn't help it.)

[ooc: Open for any and all also enjoying a bit of nature.]

weirderthanthou

There was an iron rule to these weekends: these children couldn't stay. And so as the sun began to slide down the horizon, and darkness fell over the island, the portal hidden in the preserve began to call outward.

Come, children. It was time to leave.

[[ come say goodbye to your AU kids, folks ]]

weirderthanthou

'Twas the week of-- uh. No prom, no sex pollen, but there had been a truth day, and sometimes the island just felt a little... happy... tingle.

Maybe it had been the party.

Either way, a portal blazed to life in the center of the preserve as sunlight began to encroach back onto the island. It heralded the pitter-patter of little feet.

[[ your AU kids applications have been approved! feel free to use this post for establishing your kids if you wish ]]

mustbeawitch

It was common witchly knowledge that certain spell ingredients needed to be gathered at different phases of the moon...and certain spell ingredients, mostly very valuable ones, needed to be gathered under an eclipse. And there were certain other requirements that needed to be met, of course.

Which was to say that Lydia really wished she'd taken more time to familiarize herself with these woods before she found herself by necessity out in them skyclad in the middle of the afternoon, getting the distinct sense that she was being judged by a small blue-green deer. "I don't want to hear it," she hissed at the deer, just in case. "Make yourself useful and find me a plant with small blue flowers." Her own search wasn't going well, preoccupied as she was with making sure she didn't wander too far from her shift.

(Open preserve is open!)

pun_king

The day had finally come! The stars had aligned, and Graham was finally taking Belle out to the preserve so she could see Triumph's favorite rock!

It was a pretty good rock, after all, no one could really blame him for deciding that was his favorite, but they'll get to that when they arrived!

Which might take a little longer than normal, because they were making it there on foot, all three of them, because Belle had expressed that she'd like to walk, and Graham wasn't about to ride when a lady was walking, and Triumph was occasionally letting out confused little squeaks about the fact that they were walking when there he was, a perfectly good mount, that no one was riding, what was even the point?

So with another apologetic smile toward Triumph and a rub of his head between his ears, as they started down a little decline that wound around a tree, Graham looked over at Belle and risked sounding unbearably repetative as he asked her, again, "Are you sure you don't want a ride? We do have him, after all; it's sort of what he does."

[[ Graham's obviously here with the decorously modded book work, but the post is most certainly open for all your preserve needs! ]]

child_of_taboo

Gojyo had kept a low profile during all the insanity over the weekend. Whatever was going on, it wasn't his fight and wasn't his concern. He had learned long ago that sticking your neck out for others often ended up poorly for you in the end. So, he had stayed in his room at the hotel for the extent of whatever all that was.

He was feeling really couped up and on edge after being in the same small room for that many days in a row. So he was in the Preserve that morning enjoying the fresh air. Or as fresh as it could be with the whisps of smoke trailing from the cigarette held between his lips as he sat on a rock in a small clearing. The empty beer can beside him was already getting full of cigarette butts, a testament to how long he had already been sitting there. And Gojyo had no plans on leaving anytime soon.

(Preserve is open and Gojyo is totally able to be disturbed!)

pocketpretzels

Well, well, well.

Another successful weekend showing the denizens of Fandom some possibilities of what may yet come to be. But now it was time for the young visitors to head back home. Thus did the portal open once more, beckoning those who'd come through it to return from whence they came...

[ooc: up early for all your goodbye-ing needs, but feel free to play your kiddos still throughout the day.]

pocketpretzels

Almost two months ago now, a particularly unique variety of pollen had spread throughout Fandom for a week. Typically, following that week a particularly unique portal opened up in the Preserve, spilling out visitors from all corners of reality.

For whatever reason, it didn't open up then. Instead, it waited, biding its time. Until the morning after Prom, when suddenly it sprung to life and those visitors began to appear.

[ooc: and if you didn't get an email from us, your AU kids are good to go!]

beautiful_boc

One minute, Boc was a sad, lonely tree, having generally given up on the idea that he would get anyone's attention way out here in some tucked away corner of the preserve, resigning himself to his fate as a plant once more, and reminding himself that, really, hadn't he just been saying, not too long ago, how much better off he was this way?

And the next minute?

He wasn't.

Just like that, so sudden and abrupt and seemingly random that he just blinked his eyes owlishingly a few times and looked down at his hands, both knuckle-side and palm-side up, and then looked around to confirm that he was also in the same spot.

"Well, then," he said, to no one but himself and perhaps the squirrels and teal deer and perhaps an alot of transformation that he might be grateful toward if he had any idea that that was what it is, "that was a bit easier than the last time, now, wasn't it?"

And, with that, and a little bit of stretching out his limbs to get used to having them instead of branches again, he scampered off a little, figuring he might as well do some foraging before maybe returning to the shop to see if he'd missed much, though he really hadn't any idea of how long he'd even been a tree this time. All he really knew was that he was rather glad to still be here and not back in Limgrave or some other awful places around the Lands Between.

[[ open preserve is open! ]]

beautiful_boc

Boc was feeling terribly anxious (quelle surprise!) about being in the shop right now, which had up until recently felt fairly remote, fairly safe, but people kept showing up and being kind and giving him things, him who didn't deserve it, him who had nothing to offer back but mediocre stitchwork and perhaps things from the store, which weren't really his to give. And so he figured, if he wasn't in the store, no one could show up to give him things and kindness, so he was giving it a wide breadth at the moment.

The preserve, meanwhile, seemed a bit safe, didn't it? Odd beasts, but they were gentle, and he was a bit of an odd beast himself. And though it wasn't a very good season for it, it seemed, he was hoping he might forage a few things, here and there, maybe stumble upon some nice ruin fragments for runes...Nell said she liked plants, there were plenty of those out here, although he didn't know what Liliana might like, or Steven, too, he'd brought him that nice little bag of things. It felt like slim pickings, though, not a rowa fruit or Erdtree leaf to be found!

But he did have all day, and nowhere else to be, so picking through the woods it was.

[[ now that I've posted this, watch work explode and eat me again. BUT...open for all your preserve anx/or anxious demi-human needs! ]]

child_of_taboo

So it had been a bit since he had found himself in this place. Wherever this actually was. It was a lot more realistic than any dream world he had been stuck in before, and it was lasting a lot longer too. But it had to be a dream right? A spell? Some yokai magic or something? This place was too odd to be real.

But it felt real enough. Real enough that Gojyo had to abandon his plans of waiting it out. The weather here was just too unpredictable. And cold! He'd take the sand and sun of the desert any day over this. Even with actual accommodations secured for the time being, he was still feeling restless. He wasn't used to sleeping indoors that often, let alone in a hotel without three other people clamoring for the bed space. Being alone felt somewhat familiar yet oddly unnerving.

Not wanting to just sit and wait for whatever was going to happen to actually happen, Gojyo made his way out to the preserve. He didn't know what exactly he was doing other than wandering around, still trying to get a feel for this place. But what he did know was he felt better here than in any stuffy hotel room so this was where he was choosing to be for the time being.

(Preserve and post are open!)

okteiviakom

There were two reasons for why Octavia inevitably needed some preserve time this weekend.

One, she'd spent most of the week roaming around the woods on their island off the coast of Chile, but it wasn't quite the same for her as being in these woods was. (As close as it was, especially compared to their other getaway place in the Bahamas.) She needed that, to disappear into some deeply familiar surroundings for a while.

And, two... Look, she wouldn't be Octavia if she didn't go back to examining how this body - much taller, broader, also flatter in certain places - worked with everything she was used to doing. Very much including weaponry.

So here she was, digging her practice target board out of its usual hiding place, fixing it to a tree, and getting some knives out.

She was rusty, and could use the practice, anyway.

[ooc: Open, of course.]

anomaly_research_nerd

Connor had been busy in the Prserve almost since sunrise and he was still going strong. At least it seemed to be if the empty extra-large coffee cup sitting nearby was any indication.

Connor had found a small clearing that was perfect for the research he was trying to do. His bag was set on a nearby stump and various pieces of tech and a number of gadgets were placed around the area, attached to the trees, placed on neighboring stumps, and one last one placed in the middle of the clearing.

His laptop sat next to him as he worked and every now and then he'd add a few notes or run a calculation or two then turn back to the tech and gear he was still fiddling with. He had finally gotten the Gnomes to at least work with him a little and was finally able to run one of the experiments he had been wanting to do for some time. So, Connor was excited about what he might find out and was hopeful it would be something that could prove useful for himself, Cutter, or even Michael, depending on how things went.

(Connor is completely distractable and of course, the Preserve is still open for any wilderness needs!)

outofthequiver

Libby had set out into the preserve that afternoon (jeans on, hair pulled up, clearly ready for adventure) with the intention of wandering and exploring in the hopes to spark some sort of inspiration for what to write in the absolutely exquisite journal from Kurt's parents. She figures, a journal like that deserved to be used for something really good; maybe the wood would ignite that spark, and she would spend hours after finding a good log or a good rock to sit on, and just start scribbling away until ahe realized she couldn't continue because the sun was setting...

It wasn't really working.

She'd found a good rock (was in incidentally a favorite rock of a certain knight-hopeful's mighty steed? Perhaps it mah have been), and had settled on top of it, legs folded in front of her, pen in hand, journal open in her laps, but...nothing came to her. It wasn't that she wasn't inspired. There were about five different strands of writing tumbling around in her brain right now, but the problem was, none of them felt worthy enough to actually be put in the journal. It was a pretty special book, so what went into it had to be special, too.

So she mostly just sat there and let her mind wander, and didn't do much writing, though she did take some time to write in very fancy letter LIBBY'S JOURNAL and the front page and set to decorate it with an elaborate twisting of trees and flowers and vines.

[[ tentatively hoping for a managable work day; open for all your preserve-y needs! ]]

anomaly_research_nerd

Connor was back in the preserve again, though not as early as last time thankfully. He was back in the clearing with instruments and a notebook in hand. And some coffee because it was still a bit chilly even with the sun already high in the sky.

He wasn't exactly sure what he was doing per-se, the whole anomaly thing was a bit of a 'wing it and learn as you go thing' to begin with. And adding in the portal and Fandom insanity on top of that only made it all the more complex.

But Connor was never one to shy away from a challenge so, there he was, taking measurements and jotting down numbers and figures and writing down as detailed notes as possible. Hopefully, he'd be able to make sense of it all down the road..... He really should call Michael again, see if any of these readings made any sense to him.

(Preserve is of course wide open as is the post!)

anomaly_research_nerd

The past few days had been busy for Connor... mostly because Cutter was still a cat and still being stubborn and demanding, as cats are. Connor didn't mind the demands for tummy rubs and head scritches, and even the pickiness over what food cat!Cutter finally decided he would actually eat wasn't too bad. But the 3 am zoomies were a bit much, especially since they tended to get Rexy all riled up and excited too.

That had been the case this morning as well, so after a very early wake-up and about an hour trying to keep them from destroying the apartment with their sudden spike of playfulness, Connor was very much awake. So, after settling them down with breakfast and trying to explain to cat!Cutter the risk of letting him out of the apartment was just too great so no, he was not coming with him, Connor finally made it out of the apartment.

The sun was just coming up as he left the apartments and made his way to the preserve. In the bag slung over his shoulder was the Anomaly Detection Device, a few other instruments, his notepad, laptop, and a few other things. Connor planned to make the most of the early morning and attempt a couple of those experiments Michael and he had talked about a while back. Though, Connor was a bit distracted thinking back to the other day as he searched for the best place to get set up.

To most "normal" people, making out in a junkyard in an old airstream for the afternoon might not be a grand time. But Connor wasn't most people and Michael was definitely far from most normal people... and Connor was exceptionally glad for that. Even if it was making him a little distracted as he got set up and started.

(post is open and the preserve is here for all your wilderness needs as well!)

pun_king

Graham, Guillermo, and Triumph had all set a date to go exploring in the preserve that afternoon, but first, they had to get there, so Triumph continued to prove his status as Mighty Steed by carrying the burden of transporting them both deep into the familiar woods, so they they could better appreciate the scenery as Triumph dutifully avoided all the cats. If he was entirely honest, all these black cats suddenly showing up did make Graham a little bit nervous, but he wasn't about to admit that in front of Guillermo. Instead, he tried to turn it into a little bit of a game, to see who could count the most by the time they got to their destination, but it did not bode especially well that the number Graham was left with at the end of their journey was thirteen.

He almost considered nudging Triumph to walk around a little more until they saw a fourteenth cat, but once he caught sight of what they were aiming for, there was no stopping him, as his gait got a little quicker and he squeaked excitedly, and Graham held on a little tighter as Triumph picked up speed until he brought them to a rock.

It didn't seem to be a particularly special rock. It was big, sure, and its dappling of moss was rather nice, and there were a few porgs curled up sleeping on it who complained at being disturbed by their approach as they waddled away, disgruntled, but it was hard to deny, especially with the afternoon sun breaking through the trees onto it, it did hold a certain charm.

"And behold!" Graham announced with a wave of his hand toward the rock and a grin back at Guillermo, "Triumph's favorite rock!"

And their starting point for adventure now reached, he swung his long leg over Triumph's head to better slide of the side of him and dismount, and then offered out a hand to Guillermo to help him with doing the same.

[[ adventuring buddy modded with permission! Graham and Guillermo are here for their ~exploring date~, but open preserve is most certainly open for all your preserve-related needed! ]]

carbsliftthespirit

Raiden had arranged to meet Jane in a clearing in the preserve, but when Gray had shown up at his place bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and early, they'd decided to take advantage of it to do some sparring first. Gray had gotten tired after a while, though, and now they were cleaning their weapons while they waited for a physicist with a war hammer and whoever else decided to show up.

"You've been slacking," Raiden told Gray around a mouthful of trail mix. "You're getting lazy."

"I'm always lazy," Gray protested. "It's kind of my thing."

"Hm," was all Raiden said to that.

((For hammer friends, but open preserve is open, of course!))

sword_chocobro

The worst thing about being stuck here (other than part about being stuck here itself) was that it seemed that Gladio couldn't even do anything about it. It was particularly frustrating because there was definitely a lot he could be doing back in Insomnia, but no. This goddamn place decided to be weird and Fandom and practically kidnap him for the time being. And for what? Prompto had been going on with theories about Purpose and Fate, that the island had obviously brought them back for reasons, but that was ridiculous. As much as he liked Annie, somehow, he wasn't going to buy it that the island making sure he was around to attend her wedding was quite on the same level as Prompto having a kid on the way.

And no matter how much they tried to ply his favor with Cup Noodles^TM, he really could not just stay at their place until he figured this out. It was weird, it was awkward, he was honestly a little mad at Prompto for making him think he was dead when apparently he'd just been playing house here in Fandom for the past two weeks, while he and Ignis and Iris and all the others were busting their asses off trying to pick up the pieces...

But it wasn't like he could have done anything else, right? Gladio had been trying to call Ignis every chance he got, calling and texting Iris and Talcott and Cindy and Aranea....nothing. The gnomes at Portalocity weren't budging, either, no matter how much he just glowered and badgered them and just tried to be overall intimidating. So he was stuck (at least until the wedding was over, if Prompto's crackpot theory was correct), and, feeling like he needed to at least do something, he was just going to take up the suggestion for camping and head out into the preserve, where he could at least get some peace and quiet to sort through his feeling.

He'd managed to procure at least a tarp for now, since it looked like it might rain overnight, and he definitely planned on staying out here, but he'd have to go bother Summer about cutting him a deal on some new gear if this was going to be a thing for a while. But it didn't take long, after he'd found a good spot and started to settled in, with a nice campfire and a few of the Cup Noodles^TM pilfered from Prompto and Liz's pantry, that he started to feel a little better.

Not great, obviously. Nothing about this was great. But it was always at least nice, out here in the woods, where he maybe didn't have to worry as much.

[[ and open preserve is open with maybe a touch of work-related sp from me ]]

not_of_the_nora

Aloy was still unclear on how she'd gotten roped into that-- night, last night. And while at least the night had ended productively, it had still left her with this strange, itching sense that she wasn't... doing enough.

That just being here was indulging in something they didn't have time for.

It was the thought of Beta that kept her from giving in to that feeling. Instead, she took it with her into the woods around the school, the first time she'd been there since she'd been a student. Her practice range might not be done yet, but here with the trees around her, the quiet, she could at least keep herself sharp.

Maybe even bring home some dinner for tonight.

She set a little course for herself-- up the trees, from tree to tree, down on the ground, into the pond, out of it, shoot a few makeshift targets she'd pinned up on the trees. It wasn't much, but it would do.

And so she poured all of that itch into her hands and feet as she grasped the branches of the first tree and pulled herself up.

[[ open! ]]

mylandmyrules

It had been a very intense training session as Nell showed off the vibroknife and the new skills she'd had drilled into her over the week. She'd even been willing, for the first time, to try a little sparring with Marc after her success with it on Odessen. She thought it had gone well. She hadn't panicked in any case.

But now was the time to dig her feet into the dirt, back against a tree, and let the land refresh her.

mylandmyrules

Nell was at the Preserve a little early to be able to commune with the land for a few minutes before Marc arrived for their latest training session. It was a beautiful day and she was looking forward to their time together.

Already she felt stronger and more capable and she was always surprised all over again at how comfortable she could feel around a gruff powerful man. It was not something she'd ever expected. Just not having to feel constantly on guard and wary was a new experience for her.

She sat with hands and bare feet on the ground, 'listening' to all the creatures within the wood as they went about their day. She felt Marc's presence as he approached and smiled, but didn't open her eyes right away. "Morning."

[That Nell and Marc met for a training session and talked is fine to mention, but the rest is not for broadcast, please.]

mylandmyrules

Nell sat down on her small blanket, back up against one of the bigger trees, and immediately dug her feet into the soil. She closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the feel of the land and letting it gift her back some of the energy expended during her lesson with Marc.

She smiled over at him. "Much better. I always feel better with my feet in the dirt."

It was still strange wearing one of her new outifts, but it had certainly made movement easier and she didn't have to be so conscientious sitting on the ground.

"So, how am I doing?"

okteiviakom

Octavia had already been out here with Duke, yesterday. They'd found her old target practice board where she'd used to keep it hidden in the woods, and taken a stab - ha - at honing their knife-throwing skills with it. It had been a really nice time. But it hadn't kept her from waking up early this morning, and leaving her partners a note to say that she was heading out into the preserve for a bit.

She'd walked through the woods until they engulfed her, until she was hit with that familiar feeling as if they could stretch out forever on all sides, even though she knew perfectly well where she was in relation to the town and the castle.

She found a good spot to sit down. And just breathed it all in.

Later, she'd go to see what the brunch had to offer. And even later still, she had another likely nostalgia-tinged thing planned with Lucifer. But for right now, there was just this: the quiet woods all around her, and an ease in her breathing that she didn't quite tend to find anywhere except places like this. She enjoyed their life in the Bahamas, she did. It was relatively peaceful, they lived surrounded by a community that had accepted them and that they'd grown to be a part of, and she wouldn't give up her work with her students for the world, but...

Sometimes, she just needed the woods.

And sometimes, the multiverse provided.

[ooc: Open preserve is open, whether you want to run into the sentimental lady in the woods or just get some forest time for yourself.]

flamesburned

Liz couldn’t help but feel rather nervous about this training session since she had only done one proper training session since she had been back in Fandom and that was before everything had happened with Travis and the time loop but she figured with the much cooler weather today that there should be less risk of setting anything else on fire and she could concentrate on working towards getting her powers under control.

She knew this was something she needed to do though, she needed to get her powers under control and this was definitely a good step for that, especially if she could do in a way that wouldn’t hurt anyone.

She got to the Preserve that afternoon as she had arranged and tried to not be so nervous as she waited.

 [for Steven (and Marc) but the Preserve can be open!]

weirderthanthou

It had been a good weekend, hadn't it? Hopefully you'd all been able to make some special memories.

Or some memories you were about to work very hard to forget.

The portal within the preserve pulsed with an easy, friendly purple. But as night began to fall, something about it... changed. Turned inward.

Called the children back.

[[ for your goodbyes ]]

weirderthanthou

As the last pollen dissipated into the air, something else took root between the swaying trees of the preserve. A little spark, twisting and turning, growing and glowing until--

Ah. There it was.

A portal.

It stood firm in its little spot in the preserve, purple and swirling. Allowing passage for some... small parcels.

[[ if you haven't gotten an email from us, you're good to go! woo au kids, and open for various establishing children ]]

betterthanaplan

Right! So hopefully you all found out alllll about the Trash King's lair yesterday. Right?

The time has come to go on the offense! These raccoons are already pretty offensive, after all. Running around, sending holes after people, trying to use procedural tropes and internet speak to establish plausible deniability when being interrogated. . . .

What a bunch of dicks.

Fandomites, assemble! It's time to beat up a trash panda.

[this is your BDE climax! Open to anyone still on the island's surface!]

betterthanaplan

"Protective custody" had turned out to be a good plan for CK yesterday. It meant that the Trash King didn't know yet that one of his minions had spilled the beans, and was carrying on with business as usual.

What was "business as usual?" Well, Fandom, you'd have to infiltrate the giant, vaguely dumpster-shaped trashpile out on the preserve to find out. . . .

[open! The sign up for infiltration was just a headcount, so feel free to send someone in even if they weren't prearranged!]

betterthanaplan

His compound was complete. And it was glorious. The Trash King looked over his creation with an approving nod, even as his minions scurried around, shoring up this wall here, making that ceiling a little more dumpster-like there.

"Friends!" he cried, spreading his paws wide, his pickle jar rattling. It was time to give the people a little bonus, for being such loyal peasants. "Our delivery empire is strong and ever growing! Your king is pleased!"

The minions cheered.

"Your king is especially pleased with one of you, who has earned enough points to get a catapult bonus!" The Trash King looked over the gathered crowd as they leaned in expectantly. "Uhhh, you!" He picked a minion at random. "Well done! Go forth and hurl trash at those pesky humans!"

The minion of choice squealed in delight. The rest of them chattered amongst themselves excitedly.

"Do the rest of you want a catapult?" the Trash King asked. "Then go forth and bring me more trash! Who knows, maybe one of you will even earn enough points to get the coveted quadcopter!"

More cheers, and the minions scattered, picking up phones and tablets and plotting the very best holes they could think of. The Trash King settled back on his haunches and watched them, licking a bit of dried pickle juice from his fur.

"Mmm," he said. "Trashy."

[establishy. TIME FOR A CATAPULT! The holes can now spit things they've swallowed up back at you to try and knock you into the hole!]

chef_chocobro

Since Prompto was meeting that afternoon with Nina for a talk that Ignis had agreed would be very important and helpful to everyone involved in this situation, it then fell onto Ignis's shoulder to take care of their presummed son from a potential future. He certainly didn't mind; the boy really was a delight, and this was exactly the sort of weekend Ignis had been waiting for, ones with shades of that future that Prompto had gotten glimpses of before, a future that was dark and grim and, perhaps, if they were vigilent, if they were careful, could potentially be avoided.

It would hardly do to just try to interrogate the poor child for information, though, so Ignis wanted to be delicate, he wanted to be careful, he wanted to come across the information he needed naturally. And so when Spero came up to him and asked if they could do a training session in the woods, because he wanted to really brush up his knife skills to impress his 'new cousins', Ignis was happy to oblige, and they headed out into the woods, where he figured they could not only find a safe space to practice, but it would also satisfy Spero's desire to be outside as much as possible while he was here.

"Dad! Dad!" he cried out eagerly as he bounced over to where his knife hit the target of a tree almost perfectly so that he could yank it out of the wood. "Can you teach me the fire trick now?"

Ignis took a second to look at Spero, then looked around at their surroundings.

"This may sound a bit wild and surprising, Spero," he intoned, "but I may not think this is the best place to be practicing the fire trick."

"Ice, then!"

Ignis sighed slightly. "Ice, then," he allowed, "perhaps. Let's see you work your way through forms and attacks one through seven with minimal error first, and once I feel you've accomplished them with satisfaction, we can consider the ice trick."

A small groan of burden escaped the small boy, as well as a very big sigh, but he rolled his eyes and readjusted his grip on his knife before settling into a ready stance. "Okay, fiiiiine," he groused, before drawing in a deep breath, remembering to focus like he'd been taught, and then starting to move.

[[ and open preserve is also open! ]]

sake_shinigami

Shunsui had, of course, been up since well before the break of dawn, to make it out to the preserve, to tend to his training, in the peace and quiet where he might not be disturbed by any salacious vices or distractions or extravagences like silly hats or brightly colored kimono, where he could dedicate himself to long, long hours of perfect his samurai craft, working tirelessly through his forms to be the best warrior he could be, to defend his kingdom and lord with diligence and honor.

Hours of practice. Undistracted. Undetered. Dedicated and intense.

And when that was over, what was left to do but settle into a spot, peaceful and serene, and focus on his meditation, to be at peace with the world around him and ruminate on all the hard work he had done and the good he might acheive protecting others with his blade.

[[ open preserve is open! ]]

firstofitskind

As the sun began to set, all the children who'd been called here for the weekend would begin to feel it- the call back home.

The pull was gentle at first, gradually increasing until it couldn't be ignored. Yes, it was fun to see this little glimpse of who their parents were (or might have been) once upon a time, but they had families waiting for them at the other end who were just as anxious to get them back.

Time to go home, the portal sang out to them. Time to go home.

[ooc: for all your goodbye-ing needs! sorry for the lateness.]

firstofitskind

There was a secluded grassy spot in the Preserve that for some reason or another, didn't see a lot of foot traffic most days of the year. Which was too bad, because all things considered it was a rather nice spot.

Today, however, was not 'most days'.

Today, there was a portal. Swirling and purple and full of possibility, it opened, pulling through those children from all sorts of futures: some just on the horizon, some highly unlikely, and some... well, don't let them hear you call them impossible, okay? That's just mean.

okteiviakom

Octavia knew exactly what was happening. She'd already lived through this thing twice in the past, after all, and while by her memory this time the wave of restlessness was happening a little ahead of schedule, that didn't make it any less easy for her to recognize.

Which was why she'd hit the preserve, first thing. A hike through the woods and then target practice were a twitchy girl's best friends, after all. And so was trying to wear herself out with training, which she was stubborn enough to try again despite knowing from those last two times that it was, at best, a momentary reprieve. If even that.

But she was trying.

Which meant that while she usually liked to focus on her training with no extra distractions, she'd even set her phone out to play some Elliott Smith while she was at it, the more melancholy the better.

And sure, she still kept thinking about hands on ukulele strings. But as far as the mental images she'd already had this morning went - featuring hands or otherwise - it was at least an acceptable one. Or a manageable one. Something like that.

The throwing star she was working with kept missing the target.

[ooc: Post is open! Mmm, pollen.]

okteiviakom

There weren't any doors in the preserve. Usually, that was too obvious a fact to mention, but after the way the gremlins had seemed to be hitting up the Blakes' door extra hard on their caroling tour, Octavia was now finding it to be one of the best things about the place.

So, no doors in the preserve. But there was an Octavia, who'd dug up her usual homemade target from where she kept it hidden under a particular tree. She'd hung it up in its usual spot, and was now in the process of getting a feel for throwing her kpinga which Verity had gifted her on her birthday.

Not only were there no doors in the preserve, it was also quiet. At least apart from some very occasional thunks of the throwing knife hitting the wooden target.

And some equally muted but much more frequent cursing, when it didn't.

[ooc: Open post!]

okteiviakom

For the fourth time this week, Octavia headed into the preserve. There were two differences to all the other times, though: one, she had her sword at her back, instead of just knives and a throwing star hidden on her. (Although, rest assured, she still had those too.) And two, she wasn't alone. She'd told Duke a long while ago that she'd take him here, and now she was finally making good on that offer.

There was a shift in her demeanor as soon as the woods swallowed them up. Octavia tended to walk the streets of Fandom like she was expecting to get called upon to march to war at any moment, her stride purposeful and her posture straight to the point of being a little stiff. Here, the way she carried herself became a little more fluid, like she was adapting to the landscape, to having undergrowth with a little give under her feet instead of cobblestone.

Like she was more in her element.

Like she was breathing easier.

"Have you run into the weird deer yet?", she asked Duke as they kept making their way further into the preserve. "Sometimes some of them wander into town."

[ooc: Octavia is here with he who was lovingly modded, but the post is open for your preserve needs!]

okteiviakom

Octavia had immediately felt better as soon as the preserve swallowed her up, nothing but trees everywhere she looked. When she came out here on her own, it always felt a little like stepping outside of Fandom, stepping right off the island into a space that made more sense to her. At least until she spotted a teal deer, or an alot ambled by in the distance. But even with freaky fauna, the preserve still felt right.

She'd clearly needed that today.

And it wasn't as if she'd just trekked all the way here just to hang out, either. She had a small target set up in one of the trees, perfect for practising throwing things with great precision. She had the throwing star Beau had given her, and she was hurling it through the air over and over, trying to get a hang of the aiming, because Beau hadn't been kidding when she'd said it was kind of a sensitive thing. Octavia kept missing, which meant she was constantly hunting for the star in the undergrowth. But she didn't mind that. It was still something to focus on.

And, sure, this kind of training would probably have been easier - or at least a little less unpleasant - if she hadn't had a still-healing tattoo making her right arm sore in a way that she could feel with every damn throw. But on the other hand, sometimes a little pain was therapeutic for grounding her back into her body.

You had your coping strategies, and she had hers.

[ooc: The preserve is an open space, and so is this post.]

howareyanow

Well, sure, it was a bit brisk out, but that was actually the perfect kind of weather for a good end-of-the-season bush party. All Wayne had to do was throw on a turtleneck underneath his plaid (you lose a lot of heat in the neck) and make sure the fire was a good solid one, and they'd be all set.

Where Wayne managed to get so many fold-out chairs to set around the fire he'd gotten started in the firepit in the old campgrounds out in the preserve was anyone's guess, but there was plenty of seating for anyone who did show up. He wasn't really expecting a whole lot for just an impromptu bush party, and that was fine, as it'd come up as mostly just a way to get to know his roommate a bit better, and sometimes the smaller get-togethers were always the better ones, but there was a lot to be said for a party that just got much bigger than you expected, too.

Pretty low key. Nothing fancy. A fire and some food and some beer and pop, ain't no reason to get excited.

Although there were apparently a lot of sparklers, too, and more glitter than Wayne would have expected about the place considering he hadn't even brought any. The sparklers he was fairly certian had something to do with his invitation sender. The glitter could have been her, too, but he'd actually be willing to put his money down on the island for that one.

[[ open party is open! If you're a student, you received an invitation, one way or another! If you're someone else who just wants to harrass a bunch of kids having a drinking party in the woods, FINE BE THAT WAY OLD MAN. I DON'T CARE! err, um, ocd ~~on the way! lol~~ is up. Have at! ]]

okteiviakom

Magnus had been inclined to spar even in his current form (and maybe even because of it?) and Octavia wasn't really the type to turn that down when there weren't enough opportunities for it on the island as it was.

She'd also picked the place, so now they were in the woods, in the preserve. She'd say it was because the beach had a potential porg issue. But, really... It was kind of because of the way Magnus looked right now, with his braids and his new undercut. That seemed to call for being surrounded by trees.

Sometimes, she'd take any chance she could to feel at home.

"Are you sure about this?"

[ooc: Octavia's here for one, but the post is open for other preserve stuff!]

hashtag_chocobro

Yes, the Insomnia Boys had a hotel room for the night. It was, ironically, just a standard room (only the best for the crown prince of Lucis!), which meant two bed for three guys, and that had prompted a debate on exactly who would be sharing the bed and who would get the single. The debate was heated and, when it was decided that a civil agreement simply could not be reached between the three of them (four, technically, although Prompto was impartial and knew he could just duck out to his own bed, thank you very much, though he didn't really plan to, like, at all), they decided on an alternate solution instead:

They'd go camping in the preserve.

Where they'd all be sleeping in the same tent.

It made sense to them, okay??

Gladio had (inexplicably) managed to bring all of his fine, excellent, top-of-the-line Coleman^TM brand gear, after all, and it would be a shame not to use it! The weather was nice, and Prompto was really stoked about the chance to prove to them all that there really weren't daemons to worry about at night here, and just wait until they saw the stars out here, they were amazing, and he'd run to the store and pick up things for s'mores (which lead to Ignis handing him a list of other things to pick up, too, because now he'd come up with a new recipe), and it would just be great!

Just four Insomnia boys camping out in the wilderness of a world where doing so didn't mean certain death at the hand of horrible creatures unless you camped out in a very specific spot...

...and whoever else might so happen to come along.

[[ like I could pass up the chance for some good old FF XV camping! It's totes canon! And it's totally open for anyone who might like to join or just wander through! ]]

glacial_queen

"It's time to goo~ooo!" Karla's voice singsonged through the lowest hallway of the Toybox, where only the worst of the deviant toys were kept. As such, that was where everyone who'd gotten caught in the island's machinery had been taken, shoved way below ground where there was only flickering florescent lights in bare fixtures and no fresh air.

Hey, they'd be getting all the fresh air they needed on the long walk to the Junkyard. Their last walk anywhere.

Green army men gathered all the traitors up, shoving them into a rough line, jump ropes turning them into a chain gang together.

"Isn't it exciting?" Karla said, doing a little dance as they got lined up. "This time, instead of cutting out at the gate, the Toymaker has decreed the island will watch you get fed to the machines. After you lot, there won't ever be traitors again."

[OCD up, have at, everybody except Kimera WHO IS NOW EVEN MORE GROUNDED THAN ME.]

heartinabox

Regina had spent a fair amount of her life in creepy dungeons. Hell, Regina had spent a fair amount of her life running creepy dungeons. She knew how they operated, knew all the tricks.

This was, despite the bright, cheery colors, a very creepy dungeon.

The "bad toys" were kept in cells of variously cartoonish, but remarkably effective designs. At frequent, irregular intervals, a pink, vaguely horse-shaped toy would bounce in, announce that it was time for one of the toys to be "fixed", and cart them off, whimpering and pleading for their lives. The first time Regina watched this happen, she turned to her cell neighbor, a~~n NPC~~ fluffy bunny doll in a polka dot bow tie, and asked what was happening.

"They're going to the Workshop," the bunny told her, in an odd, squeaky voice. "To the Toymaker."

"Oh," Regina said. "So we'll get to meet them." She nodded, eyes narrowed, a small smile on her face. "Good. I've been wanting to ask them some questions."

The bunny's ears had quivered, and he stared at Regina with round, glimmering eyes. "Noooo," he moaned. "Not good. Not good at all!"

Try as she might, Regina could get no further information out of the bunny. She could only sit in her cell, watching the toys around her be lead away one by one, and plot her escape. (Teleporting in a puff of purple smoke was a classic, and one she was reasonably certain she could execute, even if this form, but it was built for drama, not stealth. She'd need quite the distraction before she could pull it off.)

Thursday morning, the pony came in, bouncing wickedly along the line of cells, playing eenie meenie as she selected the Toymaker's next victim. "My maker said to pick the very worst one," she sang. "And you!" She bounced closer. "Are!" She stopped in front of Regina's cell. Regina braced for a fight. "IT!" She pointed her stubby leg at the bunny and laughed maniacally.

The bunny reached through the bars, managing to grab Regina's arm before he was dragged out by the pony. "Please!" he hissed. "Tell my story!"

Regina would never see that bunny again.

[open, should any other toys be in the Toybox just now. Details run past our lovely BDE maven, pink pony cameo at her request!]

howareyanow

Nice thing about something like a bush party, especially one in a spot where campfires had clearly been before, was that it didnt' take too much set-up to get it going. Technicaleh speakin', all you needed was a campfire, some beer, and some people.

Campfire? Check.

Cooperative weather (and island?)? That's a Texas-sized 10-4.

Beer? Oh, just about all the Puppers Wayne could get his hands on.

People?

Well, hopefully, that part would be taken care of in short order. But, as he said, Wayne'd also brought the food, so there was that, and a few extra folding lawn chairs if there weren't enough logs and whatnot for people to sit on. He was going to claim one of those chairs for himself, actually, opening it up with a single sharp move and setting it down, settling in with his beer.

And he'd be perfectly content with just that, too, though he supposed it'd be nice if putting Nina on invite duty worked and people actually showed up this time. It would help, at the very least, with all the fooood.

[[ ocd ~~incoming!~~ is up! Invite went out to all students, but it's a public place, so definitely crashable by anyone that's hanging out in the woods on a wednesday night~~ ]]

howareyanow

This was something Wayne had been planning to do for a while now, but this seemed to be the only time both the weather and the island had cooperated enough to allow for it. It was better this way, really, since it meant he'd had a few more weeks to accumulate a few shirts that needed to be destroyed an account of the fact that there was now glitter basically seeped into the very fibers. Once there was glitter, there was no hope of getting it out, might as well trash the shirts, no need to fuss, he bought them in bulk anywaaaay.

So he went out and found that campfire spot he remembered seeing back when that so-called Wilderness class was learning how to use their fucking compasses with a smoke, a six pack of Puppers (seems that store here really did sell pert'near everything, except he didn't remember seeing any duct tape), a folding chair to sit on, and a nicely roaring, slightly glittery fire in the pit, nice and well fed from a healthy dose of flannel shirts.

He'd have made a proper bush party out of it, but fucked if he was going to make flyers. And normally, he'd put it up on Facebook, but he didn't have anyone's Facebook and fuck Facebook anyway.

Wasn't so bad just sort of sitting and listening to the conversations all the bugs and nocturnal critters in the woods were having right then, either, really. Even better when he was recording those conversations to send on over to Katy.

What the fuck kind of school are you even going to, big brother??

Good question, there, Katy-kat. Good question.

[[ work is trying to kill me! send help! Open solo bush party is oooopeeeen! ]]

[[update: there is literally a guy in our parking lot right now playing "Despacito" on an accordion. What IS today???]]

hashtag_chocobro

With the weather warming up as it was, even Prompto would feel a little bad if he'd spent most of his day holed up inside with his video games like usual. The rain seemed to have cleared up, too, so while it was still a little wet and everything, it seemed like a good opportunity for him and Girl to get out and just enjoy nature and shit. They didn't really have nature like this back home in Insomnia, anyway. A few parks, sure, but nothing like the preserve where, if you got into it enough, it really felt like wilderness (especially to a lifelong city boy), and exploring really made for some great photo opportunity, with interesting trees, views of the ocean near the edge of it, some cute and interesting wildlife that weren't too scared of a meandering human and his temporary dog companion. As long as none of the wildlife was aggressive and so long as he kept an eye out for gremlins (he figured Girl would help him out a great deal in both instances), and as long it was still early enough that there weren't gross, nasty bugs everywhere, he should be all set.

He wasn't much of a wildlife person; much more of a pet guy. But this wasn't a bad way to spend an afternoon, especially if it could easily work toward dispelling any claims that all he did was play video games.

And once he got going with taking his photos, he'd be sucked right in, and wouldn't likely even start thinking about heading back until it started to get dark or he ran out of film or batteries, whichever came first.

Film. It was definitely going to be running out of film first.

[[open preserve is open!]]

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