Caroline Forbes (
headcheerbleeder) wrote in
wildestlogs2021-12-02 07:22 am
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In Which Caroline Organizes a Town Hall
Who: Everyone
What: Caroline holds court and everyone hashes it out over how to organize.
Where: The Heartstone.
When: After the leadership post on the network.
Warnings/Notes: Conversations may get intense due to the baggage characters are bringing to any conversation about authority, particularly structural authority. Threadhopping is encouraged; my notifs are off and you can treat this like a network post, just with face-to-face interaction. The mods reserve the right to shut down threads or the post entirely if it gets out of hand.
Caroline and Stacia have, by now, made little portable deer-hide cushions for every person they've counted up in the camp, all fifty three. It's taken them a while, and in the meantime, Stacia was on the mirror network announcing her candidacy for leadership, and Caroline was in the background making little tutting and tch noises. This is why she doesn't do the internet.
Finally, she gets her own mirror out and makes an announcement, then arranges the little cushions for everyone in a wide, multi-tiered circle, staggered so everyone has a view towards the center, all at perfect fifteen degree angles to the one next to them. She sets six little campfires to ensure everything's well-lit. And she folds her arms and she waits.
What: Caroline holds court and everyone hashes it out over how to organize.
Where: The Heartstone.
When: After the leadership post on the network.
Warnings/Notes: Conversations may get intense due to the baggage characters are bringing to any conversation about authority, particularly structural authority. Threadhopping is encouraged; my notifs are off and you can treat this like a network post, just with face-to-face interaction. The mods reserve the right to shut down threads or the post entirely if it gets out of hand.
Caroline and Stacia have, by now, made little portable deer-hide cushions for every person they've counted up in the camp, all fifty three. It's taken them a while, and in the meantime, Stacia was on the mirror network announcing her candidacy for leadership, and Caroline was in the background making little tutting and tch noises. This is why she doesn't do the internet.
Finally, she gets her own mirror out and makes an announcement, then arranges the little cushions for everyone in a wide, multi-tiered circle, staggered so everyone has a view towards the center, all at perfect fifteen degree angles to the one next to them. She sets six little campfires to ensure everything's well-lit. And she folds her arms and she waits.

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Seems like you're more of an axe person, though.
[ pensive chin scratch at the drawing. ]
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[He still wishes he could lift bigger swords.]
I'm definitely more of an axe kinda guy but I can't lift them yet. Someday, though. I'm totally gonna try to dual wield.
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[ cool weapons require lots of practice! ]
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Pashow!
[He makes a bicep muscle and it's...well, it's not much. But having any definition at all despite fur is pretty impressive. He is about as strong as someone his age and size can be. It's just that age is young and his size is small. Only so much muscle can hang on those twigs.]
[To prove it more, he rolls into a little handstand.]
[...And then starts holding himself up and balancing on one hand.]
[The thing with prospective big brother types to possibly add to a festive assortment in a big brother collection - when you'd really love to have said collection because you were an only child - is you absolutely have to make them think you're cool.]
[Cool sword guy must be made to think he's also cool.]
Check it ouuuut.
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Maybe that explains the strangely nostalgic feeling. ]
Looks like good progress. Keep at it.
[ he pauses, and might have left it there were it not for that lingering fondness. ]
If you want to train with heavier weapons, building up your strength will need something a little different.