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Somewhere in the Preserve, Early Saturday Morning

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! ]]

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The Preserve; Saturday Morning [11/23].

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! ]]

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The Preserve, Wednesday Afternoon

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 ]]

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The Preserve, Late Tuesday Night

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!)

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The Preserve, Thursday Morning

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.]

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The Preserve, Late Monday Night

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 ]]

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Somewhere in the Preserve, Early Saturday Morning

'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 ]]

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The Preserve, Monday Afternoon

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!)

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The Preserve; Saturday Morning [05/27].

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! ]]

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The Preserve - Sunday Morning

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!)

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Somewhere in the Preserve, Monday Evening

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.]

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Somewhere in the Preserve, Saturday Morning

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!]

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The Preserve; Tuesday Afternoon [04/04].

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! ]]

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The Preserve; Saturday [03/18].

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! ]]

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gojyo

The Preserve Friday Afternoon

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!)

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The Preserve, Sunday Morning

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.]

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The Preserve- Thursday Afternoon

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!)

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Out and Around the Preserve; Saturday Afternoon [01/07].

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! ]]

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The Preserve- Saturday Afternoon

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!)

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The Preserve- Saturday Morning

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!)