SOUNDS OF CREATION AT MY DOOR

[Jefferson Soul]

All welcome to Phoenix Valley and AniWaya members only. Members are expected to work on repairing the Three Moons' Ranch roof in this thread and nothing else; members are also encouraged to collaborate, speak together, and have a good time doing it.

There is no posting order for this thread. If your character strikes up conversation with another, then feel free to go back and forth as much as you want, without needing to interact with other characters, etc. Treat this collaborative project as a bunch of Valley members working together, but in different areas, doing different things, etc. and not needing to pay attention to everyone as they do it. This is a fun project and time together for the pack -- take advantage of it!

You may also bring your character in doing whatever you wish them to do, and OOCly assume Jefferson gave them that assignment prior to the project's start. They can gather wood, they can gather supplies, or (more preferably at least for the boys), they can be up on the roof pounding away at nails and whatnot. Jefferson is in charge, as always, and those in the Divan rank (Noah and Jace) are considered to be his assistants in the project and are allowed to give SOME direction at their discretion.

Also, pre-dated to May 3rd: Phoenix Valley's yearly celebration of Lá Bealtaine. Don't have your characters wait for direction -- have them just get to work and start chatting.

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On the fifth of February, a snowstorm began its devastation upon Phoenix Valley. In a matter of days, the blizzard had left the delicate, whimsical packlands in a state of chaos, hidden ever-so-pleasantly beneath a thick blanket of snow. The pack was fortunate to account no deaths to the storm, though many injuries were sustained — including a drastic one against the leader. In an effort to rescue his son, the Valley titan Jefferson severed his arm with an axe in order to free himself, nearly losing his life in the process. However, the leader spoke little of the injury, refusing to release to the other members the exact reason the limb had been lost or how, and so the Valley had dwelt in a perpetual state of bliss and ignorance since the February disaster — amidst, of course, the irreversible rubble that was Eagle Tower, Saunder's Mill, and a number of other homely territories the Valley had cherished since the pack's inception. Among the damages was the collapse of the Three Moons' Ranch roof, the pack's most central point and heart of the territory; for some time the leaders had traditionally lived there, available to any who came by. However, a large portion of the ranch roof caved in during the storm, leaving half the building -- roughly an open living room area, kitchen, library, and front deck -- exposed to the weather, while the bedrooms in the back remained protected and intact by its still-standing portion of the roof.

And, with hammer clenched in one fist and teeth gritting down against nails between his teeth, Jefferson had decided it time to repair the damn house he had come to love so dearly.

The beginning of May had brought spring at an appropriate time; the weather was warm, cloudless, pristine. The cyclops had shedded his shirt early, now moving about as bare-chested as a man covered in fur and horrid scars could go. The severed stump of an arm still held a long shirt tied around it, as if to hide the gruesome, still-healing wound beneath from the general public, and in his single eye the Patriarch held no regrets. A spirit of vivacity and dedication lingered within, and when he sent the call into the sky for his members to gather, the sound reverberated with liveliness and spunk, all despite the recent tragedies of his life and the nails between his teeth.

Geneva is gone, he snorted within his own mind, teeth clamping tighter on the rusted iron between jowls. He tossed the hammer on the pile with the rest, eyed the nails he had begun scavenging, eyed the pile of found wood they had managed to gather for the occasion. With Lá Bealtaine came the ability to work late into the evening with still light — and with his members' help, they would surely get it done by dusk. For now, he himself set to work, tossing wood up to the roof in a more accessible place, and awaited his members to arrive and set straight to work.