driftfleet | Entries tagged with misty day

Who: moana and you
Broadcast: yes
Action: paisley
When: post shuffle!

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[after nearly a week spent on the marsiva, the transition to the paisley's deck is disorienting and sudden. with a shake of her head to clear away any remaining dizziness, she runs a hand over her hair quickly to clear it of any lingering confetti. once that's done, she looks down at the pudding with a frown, and that's when she notices someone. whether it's footsteps coming her way, seeing something out of the corner of her eyes, or hearing a voice calling out to her, her reaction is basically the same. still startled and tense from the sudden change of scenery, she instinctively whirls towards the noise and raises the pudding cup as if she's going to throw it - only to stop when she sees it's just another person. after a moment of pause:]

Um, hey there! I wasn't going to throw it at you, I was just—

[this is fine.]

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If the green light means it's on... Ha! Got it.

[at some point, after someone shows her the basic function of the communicator, these are the first words to come out of her mouth as she stares down at the camera.]

I was told to talk into this. Can anyone really hear me? [A pause.] If there is anyone listening, I think I understand what's going on, but if anyone can give me the whole explanation - please?

And, if anyone from Motunui can see this - Mom, Dad, Grandma... I'm looking for you! I obviously haven't found you yet, but hopefully that'll change soon.

thespaceopera

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Possibly!
Action: April System
When: Month of April!

[Welcome to the Belt, a huge asteroid belt that's been terraformed for life. Here you can explore the different asteroids, become a rock star, race on some ATVs, enjoy not being underwater.

In other words, it's a mingle! Get in everyone!

> System Info ]

mistyday

Who: Crew and Guests of the Paisley
Broadcast: no
Action: SS Paisley
When: throughout the rest of March

[Time for a mingle, Paisleys!]

thespaceopera

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: Anywhere on Mafik
When: The month of March

[Welcome to Mafik, the water world! Hope you brought your best swimming gear and don't have a paralyzing fear of water, because that's all that's here! So get out those wet suits and enjoy life under the sea!

In other words, it's a mingle! ]

> System Information

universal_charm

Who: Jim Kirk, Misty Day, and You!
Broadcast: No
Action: On the ring, at a designated restaurant/pub
When: Today!

[ Text - Fleet Wide ]

Come one, come all - to the greatest cooking show down you've ever seen!

Jim Kirk vs. Misty Day! Who can make the tastier snack? Who can capture your taste buds and move your soul?

Bring your appetites to XXX on XXXX and cast your vote in this battle of North vs. South!!

[ Action - Day of the Contest! ]

[ Their hosts were a generous folk, and given the chance to try new foods crafted from their own local ingredients, well, their curiosity was more that piqued. Tables had been set up, with plenty of cushions to go around, and the small restaurant had given over its kitchen and cooking materials to Kirk and Misty. Everyone was welcome to come and go as they pleased (the food was free and the drinks were set at a discounted price for the event from the restaurant itself), but before leaving were requested to make their selection on who had served the better meal by placing slips of colored paper paper into a box - Red for Kirk and Blue for Misty. At one point there was even a small group of musicians adding atmosphere and enough room to dance near the back of the out door space.

The winner would be announced at the end of the day, with the paper slips counted by one of their new alien friends - to keep things proper and fair, of course. ]

_{[ ooc: As it says in the header, this is a mingle! So feel free to put up your own starters, etc. There will be a special comments section for casting your vote for whom you want to win this contest - just simply put Misty or Kirk in the header (and maybe a cheeky comment if your character is one to write those). Have fun! ]}

thespaceopera

Who: You!
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: The Rew System
When: Month of February

[ After a week of traveling and glitches, the Marsiva finally pulls into its newest destination. It seems they've wandered out of human space for now, and into a system dominated by the Co'kal. Luckily, there's still lots for people to do and see, when they aren't dealing with even more glitches, that is.

In other words, it's a mingle!

> Rew System Information ]

huaaaaagh

Who: Paisley crew & visitors
Broadcast: Only when specified
Action: Paisley!
When: Whenever!

It's been a while, so ship mingle for the Paisley!

Residents of the Paisley can potentially be affected by the glitches described here.

wolfehawke

Who: Adalwolfe Hawke and you!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Yes, Iskaulit or Three Twins
When: During drift week

[While the Fleet was mostly in dry dock at the last port and the Three Twins was getting an overhaul at the expense of basically the entirety of Wolfe's coin (and that of who knows how many other people), Adalwolfe started getting back into studying, tinkering with things, and just generally tried to move on from the whole ordeal. Sort of. He still holds a heavy curiosity over the assistant fleet that helped to chase off the bandits and tried to send a message to that frequency discovered while tinkering with the wire tap device.

The very next day finds him as a human whirlwind in the library on the Iskaulit. He's not a stranger to the place of course, far from in fact since he's been trying to learn on and off the things he felt his magical education was lacking in while growing up, but today he is a veritable force of nature. Anyone who walks in can find him practically buried under stacks upon stacks of books on every subject. Mostly magical but many mundane, including a guide to SQL coding and a large yellow and black tome titled Feng Shui for Dummies. And is that...? No there couldn't be porn in Felix's library, right?

Adalwolfe himself is speeding through the books at a breakneck pace, eyes working like a typewriter as he stamps the words into his brain. Of course, his time with each book doesn't last very long before he reaches for the next one that's maybe tangentially related but certainly another thing he wants to learn. He'll get back to the previous book later. He's done this upwards of 40 times now and books are scattered to open sections on a dizzying myriad of topics. Every so often he stops long enough to type things into his communicator, the result of which can be found on the network several hours later...]

Hey fleet!

[Adalwolfe looks entirely too bouncy for his 35 someodd years of age and the way he talks is with a much more rushed pace than normal, as if he can't get all his thoughts out fast enough.]

I've been doing a lot of reading here in the library and I wrote this thing about magic that I'll upload for you here in a sec or right now might be better so you know what I'm talking about so here--

[Lo' and behold, a document appears with a download link.]

--because you know everyone who does magic here does different magic unless they're form the same world and so it's really interesting to share it all and find out how its related and how it can be classified together because what's considered magic in some places isn't magic in others like enchantment back home isn't magic because Dwarves can do it and everyone knows Dwarves can't do magic because they're resistant to it but enchantment is magic in other places and I don't know why but I still think it's very interesting.

[Oh, there's the end of the sentence. Take a breath.]

If anyone has anything they want to add I'll be glad to add it to the thing so that it has as much information as possible and maybe it can help us all learn from each other or find out how different things work for different worlds though I really don't think anyone should be doing a couple of these like necromancy or blood magic because those require dead bodies that'll stink up the fleet or just really dumb decisions like talking to demons - and I mean Thedas demons, not demons like some of you here because all the demons and spirits I've met here in the Fleet are totally fine and I don't think they want to take over anyone's bodies or anything like that so basically no blood magic or anything but if we practiced somewhere safe then elemental magic and making potions to help the fleet could be a lot easier with more than two of you doing it, right?

[Another breath.]

I also think there's something going on with those devices we found awhile ago because I messed with it again and then this morning I just couldn't stop reading and writing things down like about magic but about other things too like coding and sewing and dragons and did you know the library has a distinct lack of dragon books? Felix we need more books about dragons because dragons are awesome and I really think lacking them is depriving the whole fleet.

[At least he's aware there's something weird going on with him, even if he keeps getting distracted by his own brain.]

collegedropout

Who: Sam and you. Also Hell!Sam.
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Iskaulit
When: 1/25/17 and onward as he glitches.

WARNING for Supernatural being awful, so you'll find stuff here that will be very mental health oriented. Mentions of torture/abuse, potentially graphic in narrative, talk of hallucinations, hell, the devil, etc. Sam'll also be reacting as someone who has endured said things listed so if that sort of thing bothers you don't mind me (or if you're close CR lemme know and we can work around it). Sam's a hot mess 'de-aged' for a week to season 6 (~5 years ago in canon), where he hasn't been resurrected yet and thinks he's still trapped in hell. Your character may think he's canon updated into the future but it's quite the opposite! Luckily!

WEDNESDAY/THURSDAY. AFTERMATH, CONTINUED. Space Bar/Garden/Iskaulit. (aka anything you wanna do before he glitches)

[Sam has busied himself with helping with repairs; luckily things aren't quite so awful looking, and the debris and blood's been relatively cleaned away. The garden is one of his top priorities, actually, other than helping re-open the bar (which congrats, guys, we did it! just need some replacements but...), and he can be found carefully replanting and plucking dead leaves and sadly pulling any of his herbs that were too damaged to salvage. He also helps with the library and works on any damage the Bloodsport sustained. Everything seems to at least be getting back to normal. That's good. Really good. And as much as he wishes they'd been spared the attack — Aria's still out, even if she's not dead from her injuries — he at least finds a shitty silver lining in being too occupied to think.]

FRIDAY. LIBRARY. "who wants to remember all that hell?"

[And on schedule, per Sam's luck, he glitches.

He's in the middle of quietly reading in the library when it happens, like a punch. His eyes roll back and he's out for the count, slumping forward, unconscious — for a short while. Images dance behind his eyes, voices teasing him from afar. If you happen to find him here, practically comatose against handwritten accounts of what happened during the raider attack, you'll find he looks — bad. Pale pink scars have formed on his arms and neck and face, and he twitches in the throes of terrible images, eyelashes clumped and wet. Despite what it looks like, he hasn't updated to a new point; he hasn't gone to the future.

No, he's gone to the past. Down below, trapped with the devil himself in a cage. De-aged years back, before he was resurrected, plucked from hell by Death himself. An attempt to rouse him will give the visitor a surprise: Sam jerks like he's been burned, shuddering like he's been struck by lightning before he throws himself back from the chair, toppling it with him, a strangled NO flying from his lips as he blindly crawls back and away. He's terrified and confused, utterly confused.

... Good luck.]

GLITCH. Iskaulit. Garden.

[After he wakes up from the library, anyone who expected him throughout the day will find he'll absolutely miss any appointments. He can be found wandering the Iskaulit, actually. He's not all there — actually, he's trying to figure out where this hallucination begins and ends. Nothing makes any sense, but there's no way he's going to think he's out of hell. No, this must be some elaborate prank by the devil. He's just... waiting for the whole thing to fall apart. Sure, he hasn't seen any familiar faces, and usually things would have gotten violent by now, but... you know. You can't trust Lucifer and his new tricks. Always, new tricks. You can't torment someone for eighteen decades without mixing things up a bit.

The nervous figure rubs his hand along his burn-marked skin, over rough scarring, and looks nothing like the usually confident and good-natured man Sam usually is; he's flighty, and his eyes dart to any little noise like it may very well be the death of him. Er. Well. He's pretty sure he's dead anyway, but the... mutilation and reconstruction of his soul, if you will. He doesn't want to be found, but it's inevitable. His teeth chatter behind his lips and he passes like a ghost, gray-rimmed eyes and disheveled appearance unnatural on his figure.

Sometimes if he hears someone approaching, he finds a place to hide and wait it out. Whether or not the person in question doesn't find him is another matter entirely, but regardless, he'll look at you as if you're aiming to behead him and squeeze into the smallest hiding space he can in order to evade your destructive hands. Because you're probably Morning star, you know? Probably.

He revisits the garden, temporarily eased by the plant-life growing there. Lucifer always did love nature. One of the few pleasures he was allowed was to witness exquisite scenery sometimes, when the devil was feeling generous. It was always accompanied with some sort of terrible double-edged sword, but at least Sam could enjoy that much. He sits with his legs pulled up, long fingers awkwardly plucking at someone's plant — he's a bit confused, because even though he's completely sure he's in hell and has been and never will get out... there's just. Something off. Something different. When he breathes, it doesn't hurt his lungs. And his bones don't crunch when he walks. And there aren't any hooks, aren't any flames (yet, Sam, yet, don't assume anything).

Even so. He huffs tiredly, head rolling on his shoulders, and plucks off a small fruit, unsure if he's even capable of eating it.

It's not real, it's not real. It's not. It'll probably turn into razors in his mouth.]

... This cage isn't very hot.

[Or frostbite-cold.

It's quite... pleasant, this temperature.

Everything is different. The devil is probably enjoying his owl-eyed confusion.]

thespaceopera

[The First Battle]

[They come shooting out of the great dark. Guns blazing, no warning. The enemy ships are ragtag, mismatched, and cobbled together from spare parts. But that doesn’t make them weak. No-- years and years of scavenging have turned them into raiders, and they carry their scars with pride.

The battle is more aggressive than previous attacks against the Fleet. Nothing deters the raiders because they’re tough, and if they see a wounded ship floundering, they have no problems swooping in and boarding. Those crews will soon learn the meaning of teamwork if they want to bring the attackers down. They infiltrate the Iskaulit as well, just in case people try to hide there. At this point they are very, very used to tracking down women and children for their slave trade.

If asked why they’re doing this, the answer is simple.

Spare parts have to come from somewhere.

Don’t worry. Nothing on your ship, and no one, will go to waste.]

[A Few Hours Later]

[The raiders are too strong and the Fleet is failing. After what seems like an eternity of warfare, static comes in, broadcasted to the fleet at large. Something or someone is hailing them…

The signal is untraceable and the video is complete static, but they tell the Fleet they are here to help. Ships come swooping out of the black and they open fire on the raiders. They number a dozen, maybe more, and the ships look eerily similar to the ones currently used by the Fleet, if not a bit older and battle-hardened. Their shielding and weaponry is much, much better, however-- and most of them have custom paint or other touches on their hulls.

They’re not invincible, however. A few may end up between a rock and a hard place when the raiders surround them.

Some older residents may remember this particular group of ships. They’re obviously helping out now, but there’s nothing stopping Fleeters from firing on their would-be saviors save a complete lack of weaponry. You do have a Security officer on board, don’t you? They’ll defend themselves by seriously injuring your ship, but they won’t destroy it for some reason. Small mercies.

The raiders soon realize they’re outgunned and jump ship, taking their dead with them. The intercepting fleet pulls back, too, and both parties vanish back into the dark as silently and swiftly as they came. There’s a lot of cleanup to do whether your ship is disabled or you’re preparing to tow someone else.

Hopefully, the people who saved you don’t change their minds.]

[Plot info is here! Feel free to make your own toplevels with fighting, barricading, being boarded, saving others, the aftermath, etc. There's lots to do!]

universal_charm

Who: Jim Kirk
Broadcast: Yes
Action: On the Tourist
When: Today/Now

_{[ When Kirk's image comes on the screen, he isn't his usual, happy, confident self. His face is more serious, seeming withdrawn and there is a tenseness in his jaw, as if he were grinding his teeth. He is silent for several seconds, looking as if he is gathering words, wondering how much to say.

Finally - ]}

I had hoped the reality would be different, but there's no denying it anymore.

For those who knew him and cared about him, or even if you didn't I suppose, Remy Lebeau has returned to home. I'm sorry to add to what seems like a stream of bad news.

_{[ The feed will cut shortly after that because what else is there to be said?

If you come around the Tourist, though, one can find Kirk in the gym, working up a sweat, practicing self-defense or running. He wasn't one to drink when upset - he was one to work until there wasn't enough energy to think anymore. ]}

mistyday

Who: Misty Day
Broadcast: Video
Action: Interfaith Center on the Iskaulit
When: Today, December 20

[The Interfaith Center has been a busy place lately, with everyone getting ready for the various holidays and solstices that roll around at this time of year. Misty is right in the thick of preparations and over the past couple of weeks she's been preparing a special surprise for the fleet: a Christmas tree! The little spindly evergreen sapling she obtained from the planet below has grown proud and straight and tall with vibrant green needles, thanks to her magic. She's very proud of her handiwork - if only Cordelia could see! But... she needs help with decorations. So she puts out a call to the fleet.]

Hey y'all, it's Misty!

[She beams into the camera, her face slightly too close to the lens, before turning her comm towards the tree, sitting in the Interfaith Center in all its bare glory.]

For those of you who celebrate Christmas, I got us a tree! And I figured it'd be fun to get together and decorate it! I don't have any lights or anything for it, but we can make our own ornaments, no problem. So I'll be hangin' around today and tomorrow if you want to stop by...

[She turns the camera back to herself.]

Oh and if you don't celebrate Christmas, but you got another holiday this time of year you need help decorating or cooking for, you can give me a call! I want this to be a good holiday season for everyone.

[ooc: feel free to use this as a mingle post for the Interfaith Center!]

thespaceopera

Who: The Fleet!
Broadcast: If you want
Action: Hotel Corona or Planet Ikke
When: December 7th onward

a wheel-shaped space station

[After the mystery and isolation of their last destination, the Marsiva seems determined to head to brighter, busier territory. After a long journey through remote, nebula-painted space, speeding along at a brisk pace for the Host ship, the Marsiva brings her Fleet to a sudden and prominent point of traffic.

It seems that the Fleet has happened upon some sort of vacation destination! Maybe Atroma thinks that the passengers deserve some rest and relaxation... or just wants to distract them with something huge and shiny.

Welcome to Hotel Corona! Feel free to enjoy yourselves and enjoy the sites! If a hotel resort isn't your thing, you can head on over to the nearby planet and explore it's icy wonders.

In order words: it's a mingle!! Everyone get in! ]

[>> Plot Post]

therewerefifty

Who: Makie and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Windrose
When: After the shuffle

[She came, she saw, she stole a bunch of stuff, she left. Makie isn't surprised by Lilly vanishing so quickly, and in some ways she thinks it's better-- these ships are too stark, too cooped up, for such a free-roaming child. She tells herself that. It's fine. It's fine.

It's not fine.

The broadcast is from Lilly's room, where Lilly's own things have gone-- leaving the leftover mess on the floor, bits of clothing, other stolen belongings. They're taken from across the Fleet, and Makie reaches down to tug a shirt free, folding it neatly. She'll organise this stuff. But she turned on the broadcast for a reason.]

If any of these items belong to you, please tell me. [Her voice sounds hollow to her own ears, and she pauses. Much quieter:] I'll arrange to get them back to you.

[She'll leave the feed on at least long enough for people to look over what's strewn around the floor. And then she'll stay in the room, sorting through the mess mechanically. It gives her something to do.

((if you want a small feral child to have stolen something from you, feel free to have it in the pile. You'll get it back within the day.))]

staytofight

Who: Garrett
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Around now! A+ description.

[Garrett is not about to completely come out of the bag with the vampire thing. For one, he's spent a very hefty portion of his life hiding it — and for another, he doesn't want to be burned at a stake, barbaric and outdated and annoyingly Salem as that is (he was around for that kind of mindset long after the trials ended, and really, entertaining the idea of burning lovely women simply because they're exotic minds?)]

You know, the swimming test for witches was the the stupidest thing I've ever heard growing up. Frenzied morons would basically throw a suspected witch in a lake and if she floated, she was a witch. And if she sank like a stone, she wasn't. But what is the person if they doggy paddle in a mad panic? A witch who didn't learn to swim?

[There's a heavy humor in his voice, the kind one picks up with regards to death, to dark humor, and if there were such a thing as a verbal eyeroll, it'd be here.]

But this place! Fascinating to see so many of you open about your supernatural talents. Your unholy inhumaness, should you self-subscribe to such a dark description. As someone from such a boring, uneventful world, I'm just excited at the idea of a ghost on a roadside; no, we're pretty boring in hindsight, compared to you lot. I bet you all have some interesting tales to tell. And maybe some tails under those ugly ship-standard uniforms. Is it strange, being so open, or is that also a normality in your world?

I'm stranded aboard a ship floating through infinite space; humor me while I slowly die of boredom.

[ALSO I'M GONNA START GETTING HUNGRY????

But that is for another day to worry. His throat is only similar to human strep, at the moment.

Gross.]

notzubats

Who: Anyone on the Iskaulit!
Broadcast: If you'd like?!
Action: Iskaulit!
When: Today, as Sora's augment glitch starts.

[It's your average day on the Iskaulit. Absolutely nothing seems out of place initially, but without any warning- you might find yourself or your friends experiencing some problems. What's up on that?

In other words, it's an Iskaulit mingle with a twist! Come on in everyone! You don't need to interact with Sora to have it effect you, so feel free to start your own threadstarter! Or talk to Sora, that's cool too. ]

passingthrough

Who: Windrose crew and the people who stalk them
Broadcast: Probably not!
Action: Windrose
When: November

[It's been a month of loss for the Windrose. We've lost Ordis, Tenno, and now our captain The Vision. We could probably use some visitors and ship togetherness.]

stefanged

Who: Interfaith Center regulars & the not-so-regulars (party crashers are welcome too!!)
Broadcast: Nope
Action: Interfaith Center on the Iskaulit
When: Forward-dated to November 4th

[The Interfaith Center sounds far more bustling and busy than usual - and anyone peering inside would quickly figure out that a communal dinner is underway! Take off your shoes and walk in: the lounge has extra tablecloths on the floor as well as buffet tables with non-alcoholic beverages and all sorts of food, including Jordanian cuisine (or the outer space equivalent of Jordanian food).

The board games are out of their hiding nooks; the furniture's arranged for the maximum seating possible; and even the teddy bears donated by Kitty & Winn are out for cuddling, should anyone want them.

The kitchen's bustling with helpers - Stefan's running around at vamp-speed to make sure everything's a) done on time and b) cooked to perfection - but he sure wouldn't mind an extra hand. And if you're still not up for some food? Well, the prayer rooms are open as usual. There's always a quiet moment to be found, even if the laughter's louder and the scent of freshly-baked mansaf's wafting through the long corridors.

Anyone and everyone who's ever been inside the Interfaith Center has been invited (via text message - and Stefan even used the fancy emoji). If you're not particularly faithful or devout? Well, drop by anyways. There's more than enough food to spare.]

geonomy

Who: You! Me! Everybody!
Broadcast: idk but we've sure got a pretty broad cast of folks eh, eh
Action: HECK YEAH PLANET MINGLE
When: 10/7 until plot update or recaptcha

It's a deep, deep forest filled to the brim with fungi, mysterious life forms, and pitch black darkness. Explore if you dare and discover all these things and more! Just don't get lost...

therewerefifty

Who: Anyone
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Windrose
When: 9/24

[Makie opens her eyes a crack; finally, after a good six weeks. She feels too heavy and worn out, so something is obviously amiss, though her first thought is maybe she's just ill. She's had mornings like this in the past, before a friendly angel came and cleared the disease from her lungs.

She's probably also not alone, either. Well, then.

It might be why, despite how fragilely she shuffles toward the kitchen soon afterward, she looks amazingly content. Maybe she spent that much time dreaming some good shit, who knows? Or maybe it's just that she's no longer alone anymore. Other crew on the Windrose might have noticed she had a visitor in the past few weeks. Makie's sorry, guys. Hopefully Lilly didn't break anything :|

When she's woken up some with food and good tea and has caught up with her crew and made sure they're all still in one piece, she'll hit the network, looking tired and pale but courteous as always.]

[Broadcast]

I've been asleep a long time, it seems.

For those who don't know me, my name is Otono-Tachibana Makie. There's a relatively new addition to the fleet whom some of you may have met. [And regretted it.] She's a small child by the name of Lilly, fair-haired, who has... some difficulty communicating. But she likes to explore. If you find her on your ship, please treat her well. If you wish to remove her from your ship, I will retrieve her.

[She's got the best bet of doing it without causing more disaster, at any rate. Please be nice to her feral child, Fleet. She asks nicely.]

...thank you in advance.

Have I missed anything important in the last... month?

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Entries tagged with misty day

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April System Mingle

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Just Keeping Swimming | March Planet Mingle

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Rew System Mingle

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[Open] Do you believe in magic?

Glitch | "Who wants to remember all that hell?" | OTA

don't fear the reaper

[ Video ] Man Overboard

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You can check out anytime you'd like.. [Hotel Corona Mingle]

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Iskaulit Mingle - Problems with Psychics

Windrose Mingle - November

interfaith dinner mingle!!

[muffled spooky scary skeletons playing in the distance]

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