//In reply to Lance's post, I will also be good for the times he mentioned as long as there is some notice prior (with exception to Wednesday). I also have an idea for my turn on this Friday's RR so I would prefer to resolve this in game outside of the RR if possible.
//I don't think I can do this weekend. What about say next Wednesday at the usual RR time? Just a thought. But we may as well continue here and be IG if we are able. Probably should have made a separate thread for scheduling!
// You mean Wednesday 12 th right? If so its posible. no trips on the horizon atm
//I'm good Wednesday after 5pm PST.
So, we up for this Wed?
//I have discovered a thing happening Wednesday evening for me... *scribbles out Wednesday and replaces it with Thursday in all previous mentions and then stamps it* Thursday is great, glad we're all in agreement, see you there
*shifty*
//I'm good Thursday as well, but if it shifts any further to the right I won't be able to make it until the long weekend is complete.
((This is in 30 minutes.))
((Crap!! Completely forgot, going online now!))
// Pitcat rules!!
There are no signs of further disturbances along the lakeshore, at least of the elemental variety, making the visits of Armand and Pitcat pleasant walks in light woods. The winter is cool and mild, and many plants are still in color. Signs of animals have returned, from birdsong to hungry cries in the night, to the faint smell of hidden campfires in dry hidey-holes.
There have been changes at the old ferry, of course. The burnt-out husk of the "general store" proves to be home to a number of creatures, and leafy growths have begun the long challenge of reclaiming it. A tree of stone juts from the earth beside it, with a dozen small black cats often jumping over the signs of its tangled roots or playing among its exquisitely sculpted leaves and branches.
Slow progress is made on the "ferry", repairing damage done inside and out. More often than not, the Ferryman is found not working on his vessel, but fishing contentedly from the rickety pier, occasionally swatting at a cat that tries to steal his catch. His good cheer evaporates upon seeing the gnuman, and he becomes sour and suspicious, as if wondering what new trouble this so-called professor is going to cause him, today. Answers are curt, indicate no change in the waters, and suggest that all would be wonderful as soon as Armand is gone.
After a few visits with no new fires, wings, or cats, however, the Ferryman seems to relax and often advises Armand to take up fishing, a subject he seems able to go on about at some length.
((Sorry for delay ))