A folded flyer flutters your way, landing in your lap!
Sunday, November 26, 2017
Friday, October 13, 2017
Halfway to You #2: Haunted Beach Party Invitation 10/21
*Cleo puts the finishing touches on the flyer with flourish. A wide grin creeping across her lips. How she so loved to entertain here at Halfway. They all loved to. She practically skips, tail bouncing and swaying behind her, on her way outside. She throws a chipper hello to the fellow tenants as she passes. Outside, the smell of the sea is in the air and it whips at her face as she inhales deeply, enjoying both the view and scent of the waves. She walks to the edge of the property and cliff, tossing the flyer into the air and watching as it turns to hundreds of copies that fly dutiful off into the sunset. Like all her letters, she hoped this one would be found, hoped that it would bring wanderers to their doors this All Saint's Wake*
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Wednesday, October 4, 2017
Halfway to You #1
*Cleo sits in a dimly lit room, stacks of books piled in every corner and every inch of the desk she's perched at. The candelabra illuminates the paper strewn table top and the long scroll that the bespectacled Miqo'te writes on, with a gentle "screech, screech" of quill to parchment. Cleo adjusts her glasses on the end of her nose, pushing back the short tuft of hair from her face and behind one black furred ear. It twitches and she scrunches her face "How to begin..." she mutters softly, her voice like a chirp. She waves her hand over the parchment and the words disappear with her frustration. "Lets try this again..." She murmurs to herself, bending her short stature over the desk and again, trying to pen her letter.*
Dear Wanderer,
I fear I don't know how to begin. I've started this letter nearly a dozen times and each time it never seems right. There is so much I wish to tell and invite you to see but I fear I cannot fit a book inside a bottle. I suppose it should be said that, if you're reading this, there's something you should know; There are others like you.
You see all of us were once (and in many ways still are) wanderers. We had no place to plant our feet and make roots. And I think we all wanted a home more than anything, a place to call ours. That's what Halfway is. We made it our mission to find and help all those in the land who needed a place to rest their weary heads. A safe place to go and find friends.
Only a few months into our mission, Dyers was given a home from the Maelstrom. A large, beautiful mansion on the beach. So big that she couldn't imagine being alone in it and so invited us all to come live with her. It is here in Mist (5-5) where we now call home. All are welcome to come and stay. Or go as they see fit. There's food, beds, soft chairs, a library and always friends to be found.
So I ask that, since you've found this note, wanderer, you'll come find us. We're a varied friendly bunch, full of life. Spending most our days and evenings together in our little Halfway, the home we've come to know and love. We throw parties, we laugh, we cry, we dance and sing. Won't you come join us?
I hope we get to meet you!
Travel well,
Cleo from Halfway
*Cleo finishes her letter with flourish and reads and rereads it. Nodding her head and giving a smile. She stands and smooths out the long dress she wore. Folding her letter and holding it tight, she moves through the cluttered room and down the hallway with a smile in passing for all the names on the doors. She comes into a grand entry way and passing a bar, she winks at the tender there with a grin. Outside was beautiful, the sea air whooshing about and curling through Cleo's short, black hair. She comes to stand on far end of the yard, overlooking the ocean from a steep cliff, where she holds her hand flat with the note in her palm and blows on it. Suddenly the one piece of paper is thousands, flying out into the world and soaring high as birds. The sun shines on her dark skin and she smiles at her handy work. Teal eyes twinkling behind her glasses. Watching them cast themselves out. Hopefully they'd be found. Hopefully they would bring the Halfway's Wanderers back home.*
Dear Wanderer,
I fear I don't know how to begin. I've started this letter nearly a dozen times and each time it never seems right. There is so much I wish to tell and invite you to see but I fear I cannot fit a book inside a bottle. I suppose it should be said that, if you're reading this, there's something you should know; There are others like you.
You see all of us were once (and in many ways still are) wanderers. We had no place to plant our feet and make roots. And I think we all wanted a home more than anything, a place to call ours. That's what Halfway is. We made it our mission to find and help all those in the land who needed a place to rest their weary heads. A safe place to go and find friends.
Only a few months into our mission, Dyers was given a home from the Maelstrom. A large, beautiful mansion on the beach. So big that she couldn't imagine being alone in it and so invited us all to come live with her. It is here in Mist (5-5) where we now call home. All are welcome to come and stay. Or go as they see fit. There's food, beds, soft chairs, a library and always friends to be found.
So I ask that, since you've found this note, wanderer, you'll come find us. We're a varied friendly bunch, full of life. Spending most our days and evenings together in our little Halfway, the home we've come to know and love. We throw parties, we laugh, we cry, we dance and sing. Won't you come join us?
I hope we get to meet you!
Travel well,
Cleo from Halfway
*Cleo finishes her letter with flourish and reads and rereads it. Nodding her head and giving a smile. She stands and smooths out the long dress she wore. Folding her letter and holding it tight, she moves through the cluttered room and down the hallway with a smile in passing for all the names on the doors. She comes into a grand entry way and passing a bar, she winks at the tender there with a grin. Outside was beautiful, the sea air whooshing about and curling through Cleo's short, black hair. She comes to stand on far end of the yard, overlooking the ocean from a steep cliff, where she holds her hand flat with the note in her palm and blows on it. Suddenly the one piece of paper is thousands, flying out into the world and soaring high as birds. The sun shines on her dark skin and she smiles at her handy work. Teal eyes twinkling behind her glasses. Watching them cast themselves out. Hopefully they'd be found. Hopefully they would bring the Halfway's Wanderers back home.*
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