Title: Group #11
Hogsmeade Trail - May 16, 2012 05:46 PM (GMT)
EVENT ANNOUNCER - ROUND 1
After spending three and three-quarters hours wandering through the maze of the Ministry with several cramped lift rides (at least one having been uncomfortably haunted by a grumpy and blood purist old ghost), you have been given your supplies and map
stuffed into a grey knapsack. If you are the first group member, you have also been given the responsibility of caring for a Ministry owl and are told to keep it with you at all times - you don't need to worry about feeding it, as it can hunt for itself. Then, you are shown the door and instructed to meet with your group members at a designated spot. You are also issued a harsh reminder of the consequences of being a deserter before you're shoved out into the spring's early morning sunlight.
The adventure has begun.
You have been informed that your group members are:
Callum Baines, 34, Hogwarts Caretaker, Lower Class
James Riley, 26, Assistant Head of Spell Damage, Upper Class
Sam Bowen, 24, Healer, Middle Class
Everett Grimm - 24, Unemployed, Middle Class
Ezekial Aesalon, 19, Hog's Head Bartender
Cassandra Trelawney, head maid, 23, lower class
You introduce yourselves, review your maps, and then must come to a decision of which direction you need to start in.
Which part of Hogsmeade do you disembark from?
a. West Slums
b. East Slums
c. South SlumsOOC DIRECTIONS:
1.) Have your character introduce themselves. Mention in their post (doesn't have to spoken aloud) what else, if anything, they have brought with them. If it isn't mentioned here, then they won't have it later on in the trail unless it is found/made. Those who post first will be assumed to have spoken first.
2.) Assume all introductions have been made and then have them choose a direction/remain neutral. Points 1 and 2 should both be included in your character's first post.
3.) If the group comes to a decision before the round ends, you can have your group head in that direction. (Decisions will be made when all characters have had a turn to state their choice or
the three days are up. Special instances are allowed and must be discussed with Lola.)Round 2 begins May 19th
Cassandra Trelawney - May 16, 2012 11:14 PM (GMT)
Cass liked being first everywhere. Being a seer always helped her with it. So, as they reached the destination, she waited with Sam for the others to come. When they finally did, she was already there, standing. They looked just like in her dream. If it was indeed true, they will have quite a bit of trouble. She convinced her fiancee to take some first-aid needed things, so they had bandages etc. She had also studied transfiguration a lot recently, so she doesn't get surprised. Not that she could. She also borrowed some hunting knives from her employer. Never enough preparations.
She felt strange wearing trousers, but it was the most comfortable outfit she could put on.“Hello, gentlemen.”
She greeted the others as they arrived. “”My name is Cassandra Trelawney and I can tell you that the east is the best starting point for us.”outfit
Ezekial Aesalon - May 17, 2012 12:43 AM (GMT)
Eze was not drunk, although after spending almost four hours in the Ministry of Magic, he wished he was. The bottled of firewhiskey and mixed alcohol - he had combined his emergency liquor for this trip - clinked around in his bag, and he was debating whether or not it would be bad form to get rid of some of the 'useless' supplies the Ministry had given him.
Luckily James, Callum, and Everett would be in his group. Fun times were ahead, he knew it. There were also two people he didn't know, at all, but he didn't really care.
This was, in his head, basically an enforced camping trip.
While the people introduced themselves, he took a quick sip of the firewhiskey from the silver flask in his pocket. He coughed. "I'm Eze Aesalon, and... uh... yeah." He didn't care who they went. He also didn't care for the woman and her mysterious sentences about the east. Pah. He thought she sounded familiar, though...
Callum Baines - May 17, 2012 02:35 AM (GMT)
Though Callum did not imagine many were thrilled to have been drafted, he was certainly one of the few that was. True, the circumstances were not exactly ideal, but the payout at the end—well, that was more than a man of his position might hope for. While he had a small residence in the slums and a small income from Hogwarts, the thought of having ten galleons at any one time was a seductive one, and owning his own land would only be a boon for him. As such, it was with enthusiasm—as enthusiastic as he could look, at least—that he made his way to the Ministry of Magic offices.
His face fell slightly as an owl’s cage was thrust into his hands; he had not expected having to actually take care of anything, just show up and walk in the direction he was focused. If he were a betting man (he was, but that was irrelevant), he would not wager on the bird lasting particularly long in his care.
The caretaker approached his group—a good group if ever he saw one; Eze and Everett alone were more or less a guarantee of less-than-wholesome adventures ahead—in a more pleasant attitude than he had harboured for some time, raising his flask—full to the brim with firewhiskey; he had even acquired the aid of one of the seventh years (a rare move for him; he tended to have little to do with the students) to ensure that it would stay full far longer than it ought to—in Eze’s direction. No doubt the barkeep had brought supplies of his own to their little party. “Callum Baines,” he said simply and without elaboration when it came time for introductions. Of the unknown faces in the group, James Riley, as far as he knew, was decent sort (for all that he was upper class)—a friend of Everett’s. The other two were strangers to him, and he would reserve judgment until later.
Or now, he thought as the witch opened her mouth. “Oh? And here I fancied going west instead,” he offered offhandedly, not deliberately impolite but not particularly full of warmth either. Cal would be damned if he let a woman prance about as if she owned the place, as this one seemed to be doing.
Samuel Bowen - May 17, 2012 02:07 PM (GMT)
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Sam enjoyed being with Cass. He loved her deeply and was thrilled she had accepted his marriage proposal, but he also loved being with her because he was never late for anything. No one could say that Sam was someone who was always late, but, like everyone, he had the tendency to show up late sometimes. Cass’s ability to see things and keep him on track and in line helped them never be late for anything… such as these expeditions they were going on. He knew he was blessed to have been placed with Cass, and felt terrible that her mother, who was pregnant, was off on her own and the man who had impregnated her wasn’t even drafted. Sam harbored no ill will towards Jonathan Abbott, and felt that he was a good man who had just gone astray, but the situation he and Freya were in because of the excursions made Sam appreciate his even more.
Cass had lead Sam into the ministry and through the maze. They picked up their supplies from the ministry and after their packs were securely on their backs, the couple found their way to the designated meeting spot. They hadn’t needed directions; Cass already knew where they were going. When they got there, Sam crouched on the ground and opened the second pack he had brought. On his fiance’s suggestion, he took medical supplies with him. Yes, he was a healer and yes, he could do the basic healing things (and even some muggle healing as well), but his specialty was obstetrics and gynecology. At least they had James Riley in their group. He wasn’t exceptionally close with the man, but he knew James’s reputation well enough to know he was good at what he did. Sam had also taken extra food, extra clothes, his wand, a canteen for water along with some books and a magical tent. Hopefully the tent could fit everyone comfortably.
Sam stood up and took hold of Cass’s hand, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek right before other people started to arrive. “Samuel Bowen,” he said, as he introduced himself to everyone else and shook hands with those who took his offered one. He signed when the man, Callum, argued with Cass. “Good sir, I believe you should listen to Cass. Trust me on this; her advice is a good thing to have and you’d do better to listen to her than to try and fight against her.” Sam shook his head. It was a blessing someone didn’t know who Cassie was, but at the same time it could end up being a nightmare. This wasn’t the time for someone to start bickering with her on what she said.
OOC: Please note, if I cannot get on to post while away, I give Kat (Cass) permission to write Sam for me. She knows Sam well enough ;)
Callum Baines - May 17, 2012 03:06 PM (GMT)
The wizard raised an eyebrow as one of their healers seemed almost to jump to the woman’s defense. Well, Cal could clearly see why—she was an attractive woman and, from the looks of things, she belonged to this Bowen. Still just because Bowen was fine with being castrated by his woman did not been that Callum was similarly inclined—particularly when she wasn’t even in his bed. “If I wanted to take orders from a woman,” he pointed out gruffly, “I would have found me a wife.”
That he had a wife and that the two were no longer on good terms was completely irrelevant. There were very few circumstances under which he would listen to the direction of a woman—particularly one little more than a girl, attractive as she might have been—and traipsing off into the wilderness with a troupe of men with money on the line was as far from one as it could get.
James Riley - May 17, 2012 03:19 PM (GMT)
James had been trying to avoid the expedition for as long as humanly possible, which meant that he hadn't bothered to think much about any additional supplies he would take, though Ev had asked him what he was taking a few times. The fact that they were in the same group was ridiculous. Random group assignment, his ass.
Still, as the group's only real healer, he supposed he had some sort of obligation to be able to keep them in moderately good comfort should anything happen, and it probably would. James wasn't very optimistic about this whole exploring Hogsmeade thing. He had his wand, of course, which was in most mild cases all he would need for spell damage work (and in any case, unless they turned on each other, it probably wasn't spell damage healing they'd be needing). He'd grabbed a potions and plant poisioning book from his shelves, since it seemed far more likely that one of them would accidentally eat something deadly, and had packed a few basic potions ingredients into a tight little leather sachel, though he didn't have room for a cauldron, so if they did need to brew an antidote they would need to find or make one along the way.
The little bag he set out with consisted of just the prepacked supplies and the little leather collection of potions, as far as he knew, but when he reached the Ministry and checked to make sure both were still there, he also noticed a small collection of bottles. Just a glance could tell him they were probably liquor, and they'd probably been stashed in James' bag by Everett. Whether he hadn't bothered to enchant his bag to be weightless, or whether he'd simply put so much alcohol in his that he'd run out of room, for some reason he'd felt the need to put a few bottles in James' bag. The recovering alcohol. Brilliant. He'd have words with Everett later.
Ezekial was also in his group--again, random my ass--and two men James vaguely knew, Sam Bowen from the hospital (who worked with questionable at best healing, but was pleasant enough), and a man he'd seen around the pub, who introduced himself as Callum Baines. Not bothering to address himself to the rest of the group, since they already knew him or they were that woman and James wasn't sure how to address her yet so he just decided not to, James held out a hand for Callum to shake. "Mr. Baines, I think we've met once or twice, but never for long--James Riley. And I believe that since you've got the owl, that makes you the one in charge. West it is."
Everett Grimm - May 17, 2012 06:51 PM (GMT)
While he found it immensely strange and even though he still had mixed feelings about this whole expedition thing. James had clearly been very distraught over the whole thing, especially because Felicity had been also drafted. Ev understood his friend's concerns over the entire process and the expedition itself, and he hadn't said anything yet because James had been such a good mate all through this baby drama, but James had everything. He had a house, a good job, he was courting a girl, the rewards from this trip meant nothing to him. However, to Ev, who had no job, a baby to take care of and who owned nothing in life, ten galleons and a plot of land would certainly be a welcome addition to his rapidly diminishing wealth. Of course his brother was trying to help him out, to find him a new job and possibly letting him move in with him, but Edmund had also been drafted, so that was on hold for the moment.
Packing for this little adventure had been interesting. James seemed determined to bring every possible healing ingredient and tool he owned, and Ev had nothing erroneous to pack. The ministry would be providing them with enough to get them by, though Ev highly suspected that no alcohol would be provided, so he decided to stock up. He hadn't packed much and he had lightened his pack so that it all fit, but he also tucked a couple spares in James' pack, miniaturized of course.
Ev probably could have packed more, hell bent on having a good time on this little camping trip, but in all reality, he was feeling more like it would ward away the worry about Ella. He knew she would be well taken care of, probably more so than in his own hands, by Eurydice, but he had become increasingly attached; it was hard to leave her. Even so, there was no getting out of it, so he was at least going to try and enjoy himself as best he could and that required alcohol; he didn't want his group members lynching him because he was mopey.
Strolling through the ministry with James, he was hardly phased by the crazy lift ride, preoccupied by wondering if Ella had given Eury and problems at nap time. His spirits were raised however, when he noticed both Callum and Eze were waiting at their designated group spot. Ev knew the sorting was random, but honestly, it had worked out in his favor; big time. He shook hands with Cal and Eze quickly, noticing that the other two in their group, who he didn't know, seemed to be together. Great, couples were always annoying. "Everett Grimm." He introduced himself to the two he learned to be Samuel and Cassandra. "And I could really care less which direction we go in." Really, what did it matter?
Ezekial Aesalon - May 17, 2012 07:59 PM (GMT)
Eze watched, bemusedly, as events unfolded. Callum disagreed with the woman, Samuel Bowen backed her up. Ooh, were they an item? How positively fascinating. Meanwhile, Eze tried to place her name, as James backed up Callum and Everett announced that he didn't care.
Eze took the opportunity to take another sip of his whiskey and gave up on his attempts. "I'm with Ev on this," he said. "We're ending up in the Untamed Wilderness whichever way we go."
He carefully closed the lid of his flask and put it back in his pocket. If this was setting the stage for the rest of their trip, he planned on being drunk for most of it.
ooc: short post is short
Cassandra Trelawney - May 18, 2012 12:54 PM (GMT)
Cass smiled to her fiancee and caressed him softly on the cheek. ”It's alright, Sam. If the man wants to go west, we can go west.” She saw this man in her visions and knew his attitude. She knew that if she says “east” he'll surely say west. She looked at her fiancee quite amused by the companions there were assigned to.
”For the future, dear sir, I encourage you to treat me with respect and do not try to blackmail me or sell news about my alleged impropriety, because it won't work.” She said, with an innocent smile on her face.
Callum Baines - May 18, 2012 02:03 PM (GMT)
Blackmail her? Had that ever been in question? Well, it was something he might have done if he had so an avenue for it, but thus far he saw little purpose in such an action. Plainly, this girl not only fancied herself a princess or some such, but was rather peculiar as well. Great—he needed a crazy on the road with him. This was going to be a long, long trip, and he could only hope that the boys had enough alcohol to keep them all sufficiently cheerful, since with this witch on tour, maintaining such an attitude could not be done otherwise.
“You can earn my respect, Missy, if you’re so fixed on it.” His tone was probably the least surly it had been since making her acquaintance, for all that his words still refused to kowtow to her whims. He was not the sort to offer respect where neither circumstance or experience requested it—and he sure as hell wouldn’t change his attitude about her for as long as she swanned about as if she owned the place. James’ comment—that Callum was in charge because he had the owl—had only strengthened his resolve; plainly he was not the only one who was not entirely happy to take a woman’s word as gospel.
But with west now as the “winning” decision, at least the group could depart at last. Cal took a large swig from his flask—curious as to just how deep the spell had made it—before settling his belongings on his person and setting off.
Samuel Bowen - May 18, 2012 02:34 PM (GMT)
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This adventure wasn't something Sam had been pleased about when he first found out about it. He hadn't wanted to leave Cass, but out of sheer luck she had been drafted and placed in the same group. That had made the entire thing much better and, dare he say?, he was actually looking forward to it. Sam had wanted to take Cass camping for some time, though they hardly got the time between his work load and her desire to keep everyone happy. Had he been so naive to believe this was nothing more than a glorified camping trip with a prize at the end?
Yes, he had been, and he had even thought to bring a tent that was magiced to be able to fit everyone in their group. Sam's opinion of Mr. Riley went down drastically when he agreed with a man who, by the looks of it, was a cranky, drunken rat bastard. His professional opinion and respect for James was still where it had started, and would stay there unless James proved himself completely incompetent, but Sam knew quite well by their obviously drastically different choices in friends that they came from completely different stock.
Sam leaned into Cass's hand when she caressed his cheek tenderly, feeling for a moment as though there was no one else around. She was a seer, and though she hadn't told him the specifics of her vision she had asked him to go along with her, so that's what he planned on doing. "Alright," he said softly, when Cass said that they'd go west. He sighed and looked at the drunkard, Callum, and Sam realized that no one would be allowed in his tent save for himself and Cass, unless there were dire circumstances. He was going to need a respite from everyone else.
James Riley - May 18, 2012 06:10 PM (GMT)
James was happy with the decision; he didn't really know how to react to the woman in the group, first and foremost because she was wearing pants, which in James' mind put her in some weird half-world between two genders. There was also the fact that he had not been introduced to her by anyone else, which was the usual way of meeting ladies, so he somehow felt as if he didn't really have much right to address her. Then, of course, there was the flippant way in which she had ordered the group around--which, if he had judged Mr. Baines correctly, was probably more of the problem than the actual direction. It didn't matter much to James either way which way they set off; it was a stupid, frivolous campaign either way.
Then there was the fact that Bowen and the woman were obviously a couple. And they were probably going to have lots of Moira-Prewett-less free time together. Hell, if he had Fee had been assigned to the same group he might not have been so sore about this whole ordeal; an excuse to see Fee alone, without a chaperone and without the burden of hospital work? Certainly. Of course, there was also the fact that she was probably going to get hurt to contend with, and that, apparently, he would have to have introduced her to Everett and Ezekial who were probably going to drink themselves to death before leaving the slums.
Speaking of which. He shot Ev a look as they started off for the west, mumbling under his breath, "I'm sure you've a perfectly good reason for sneaking bottles into my bag, but I can't really think what." Really, had the whole becoming a father thing not made Ev even slightly more responsible?
Ezekial Aesalon - May 19, 2012 12:31 AM (GMT)
Eze grinned broadly as the group came to a decision. "Alrighty then," he said, mostly deciding to ignore the woman because she spoke far too mysteriously for him. He took a swig from his flask as they walked, intent on being inebriated by the time they got out of the Slums.
His own desire for conversation was drowned out by his urge to get far away from his mother before announcing how much liquor he had brought with him. He slipped the flask out of his pocket again, checked that the lid was shut tightly, and dropped it unceremoniously into his bag as he walked.
He winced as it clanked against some of the bottles but decided to act as if nothing had happened. After all, it was his own damn business what he wanted on the trip, and the sound hadn't been too obnoxious.
Hogsmeade Trail - May 20, 2012 03:46 PM (GMT)
EVENT ANNOUNCER - ROUND 2
You spend all day traveling west and see nothing but miles and miles of forest - completely unchanging. It seems as if this might not be the way... or something might jump out and surprise you if you continue. By mid-afternoon, your group needs to come to a decision. Do you continue with where you're headed or do you turn back and choose a different direction?
What do you choose?
a. Keep going
b. Turn back
1.) Have your character vote which route they are to take.
Round 3 begins May 23rd
Callum Baines - May 22, 2012 06:52 PM (GMT)
He would not have said he was drunk, but the tedium their route had provided thus far saw him well on the way towards it. Thus far, the group seemed to have accomplished nothing but bicker and drink, only the latter of which was remotely appealing to the caretaker. Still, he was loathe to turn back—that would acknowledge that he had been wrong and Miss High & Mighty had been perfectly correct, which Cal was far from prepared to do. Instead, when the time finally came to make such a decision, the wizard offered “Nothin’ ever got discovered by going back the way you came.” Besides, the fact that they hadn’t come across anything yet did not mean they wouldn’t if they pressed forward. At the very least, finding a place to camp soon would be an asset—he imagined that this early in the journey, the boys were going to have an interesting evening.
Ezekial Aesalon - May 22, 2012 07:18 PM (GMT)
Eze had no desire to either turn back or keep going. He had emptied his silver flask and so far had managed to refrain from refilling it. Besides, he still had control of his motor functions, and as they were still walking, he figured it would be a good idea to hang onto that.
"I'll drink to that," he drawled at Callum, playing with the lid of the empty flask in his pocket. He hoped they'd camp soon; this whole 'can't access more liquor while walking' thing was suck.
Cassandra Trelawney - May 22, 2012 07:22 PM (GMT)
Sam was always protective about her and Cass loved that in him. He kept close to her during the trip, for her safety of course. The young witch disapproved of the fact most of the men were drinking when the danger could occur, but she kept that to herself. Sam was also discontent with that, but there was nothing they could do about it.
"I believe mr Baines is right. We need to go forward" Cass said. Then Sam took a voice in the matter, agreeing with her. So they were all finally on the same page.
Everett Grimm - May 23, 2012 02:21 AM (GMT)
Everett skipped through the tedious, endless forest seemingly unaware of just how drunk his group mates were getting. He had yet to dig into his alcohol, preferring to save that for the nighttime when he would need a little help falling sleep. He was still concerned about Ella, though he kept telling himself she was in the best hands.
Being an athletic kind of guy, the physicality of walking all day did not exactly have him fatigued, he was sure there were some in his group heading that way. Or course he had noticed half of them were more than half in the bag as well. Cal was easily on his way to being tanked and Eze couldn't be far off either. Ev wasn't exactly in the mood to drink, though he was sure it would help pass the time. Despite James' opinion, having Ella had made him more responsible. In all honesty, he just wanted this whole thing to be over so he could go home.
"Not fussed about continuing." Everett voted, knowing it was a far from helpful contribution, but he didn't feel like being overly helpful. He could keep going, he was sure as hell not turning back, or he could stop. It didn't really matter if they kept going or not, for today, but he refused to go back. Everett didn't believe in re-dos so therefore the only direction to go in was forward. He'd become unpredictably flexible in his last few months, going with the flow unless it was necessary to put his foot down, which rarely happened and he was not about to start now.
James Riley - May 23, 2012 02:28 PM (GMT)
James didn't bother to comment on the decision the group made; it hardly seemed like a decision to him. They had chosen to go this way, so until there was some reason they couldn't, such as an impassable sheer-rock cliff or a sudden forest fire, he was planning on going West. He didn't really understand why anyone else in the group would even consider otherwise.
Despite what the presence of so much alcohol in his bags seemed to imply about his plans for the trip, Ev hadn't started drinking yet, which James was relatively happy about. Baines and Eze had, but James wasn't sure he had ever seen Eze one hundred percent sober, and he didn't know Mr. Baines, and thus was in no position to offer any sort of judgement. As long as Ev wasn't drinking, though, it was fairly easy to refrain himself (and he was determined to refrain).
"It's probably only two or three in the afternoon," he said, judging roughly by where the sun was--he hadn't thought to bring a watch of any sort, since time hardly seemed important in the wilderness. "When should we set up camp? Not until at least five, I'd imagine. The longer we can keep travelling, the sooner we can be done with this mess."
Hogsmeade Trail - May 23, 2012 06:47 PM (GMT)
EVENT ANNOUNCER - ROUND 3
Your group continues to walk West through the forest, but by the time nightfalls, it's obvious that you have discovered nothing. Your group decides to make camp in a clearing of trees for the night. In the morning, you make the days' treck back to Hogsmeade where you started, but the Ministry isn't happy and forces you to go back out again. They do however, refill your rations for you (including water) and remind you to write to them if anything interesting is discovered.
Which direction do you choose?
a. East slums
b. South slums
1. Pick a new direction
Round 4 begins May 26th
James Riley - May 23, 2012 07:13 PM (GMT)
James wasn't happy with the decision to turn back, but he was outnumbered and outgrumbled and it did appear that their current path wasn't taking them anywhere that the Ministry wanted them to go.
During their brief stint at the Ministry, James had tried to discover some word of the other groups--specifically, of Miss Felicity Prewett, but though he ran into both Daniel (who probably wouldn't have helped him anyway, just out of spite and being able to lord the "I know something you don't," factor over him), and Anders Howland (who genuinely seemed to have no idea how Fee was faring), he came away without even a speck of news, which put him in a considerably bad mood.
Then, there was the fact that they had lost two days and were now being forced to start again. James bought a bottle of whiskey (since the stuff in his bag wasn't strictly speaking his) and shoved it along with the Ministry's new supplies as they were being shuffled out the door again. "Forget this," he muttered irratably to Everett and the rest of the boys (which meant Baines and Eze; Samuel was so in Cassandra's pocket that he didn't really count in James' book), "I don't care which way we go."
With that, he took his first swig of alcohol since he'd fallen off the wagon that night in the alley of the Hog's Head. Everett would help pace him. He'd be fine.
Everett Grimm - May 25, 2012 01:37 AM (GMT)
While Ev was rather royally pissed they had to start all over, at least they had gotten fresh supplies while fiddlesticking around at the ministry. The physicality this whole thing required wasn't what was tiring him out. Ev felt like they had wasted two whole days which should have been spent more productively so they could be done and he could get his rewards and go home Ella.
Despite his unusually depressed thoughts, Everett had yet to start drinking. Well he'd sneaked a couple of sips from his bag, but refused to fully get into it. The hangover would be far less tolerable on the trail than when he could spend the day nursing it in his bed. Of course, he hadn't been hungover in months and figured why start again now. Once you got out of the habit, getting back into it was more painful than when your body was used to it.
It didn't go unnoticed that James added to their whiskey collection. He didn't blame his best friend, the guy did not want or need to be here. Ev needed the money and the land wasn't bad either. If he could sell it of, the money could help get him back on his feet. Of course if Edmund could make up his damn mind and give him some answers, that would be nice too. "Why not go in the complete opposite direction and head east?" He suggested to the obviously disgruntled group. If west had been such a ridiculous endeavor why not try the exact opposite? Maybe it would prove more fruitful.
Cassandra Trelawney - May 26, 2012 12:54 PM (GMT)
Cassandra knew that Callum will chose west and that is what she wanted. To prove them that she is a person they can listen to. She didn't intend to rub it in the man's face, though. She was a good person. She wanted to teach him a lesson, but it would end badly.
”Yes, we should try east, like Cass had suggested before.” Sam said and the woman nodded her head.
„I agree with heading east. That will surely prove to be more fruitful.”
Callum Baines - May 26, 2012 02:57 PM (GMT)
A night in his own bed—with a friend, because God only knew when he’d make it back to Hogsmeade—had done wonders for Callum, who arrived back at the group’s meeting spot sober and slightly less cranky than he had been initially. Though he was less than thrilled that his route had proved rather useless—and would have been happy to continue on in that direction—he was relieved that it was Ev who suggested a different route this time ‘round, and though Bowen, had Cal been any less cheerful, would have garnered a punch to the jaw for his comment, the woman at least seemed much more agreeable today.
Cal doubted she would keep it up for long.
He shrugged simply, no longer caring what direction they set out in. Hell, he wouldn’t have cared to begin with if this Cass hadn’t sought to place herself above them. His flask was refilled (though tucked at the bottom of his pack for good measure) and his clothing changed, and that was enough for the caretaker.
Hogsmeade Trail - May 30, 2012 02:37 AM (GMT)
EVENT ANNOUNCER - ROUND 2
You spend all day traveling east through the forest. The trees are comfortably placed and you seem to make good timing. The shade and sun are dappled, so you may receive sun burns, but are not too warm. When the sun begins to fall, the trees finally thin out and you reach a meadow. You have the options to camp for the night there at the edge of the treeline, or you can continue following the meadow to see what's on the other side of it.
What do you choose?
a. Camp for the night and follow the meadow in the morning
b. Follow the meadow now and worry about camping later
1.) Have your character vote which route they are to take.
Round 3 begins May 23rd
Callum Baines - May 31, 2012 01:45 AM (GMT)
At least this time, the journey had been somewhat more enjoyable. The scenery had varied enough that the caretaker could be reasonably sure they would not turn back again (he refused to acknowledge, however, that they should have taken Cassandra’s advice to begin with) while not being too trying a walk, for all that the sun had been relentless enough in some areas that his nose had begun, unbeknownst to him, to freckle. Still, when it came time to discuss further plans, the wizard knew without a doubt where he stood. The sun was beginning to set and the troops were no doubt getting hungry—or thirsty, for them that didn’t take to the bottle on the walk.
“I say we stay here for the night, continue on in the mornin’” he offered sagely, letting his pack fall to the ground as if to emphasize his point of view. Whatever lay on the other side of the meadow would still be there in the morning, and surely they would get along better with a proper night’s relaxation behind them.
Cassandra Trelawney - May 31, 2012 06:05 PM (GMT)
Cass nodded her head.
"Mr Baines is right. Let's camp. Me and Sam will take the first shift. The woman said. She had a plan. When they were all asleep, she would sneak out and transfigure all of their alcohol into water. Or pour it out. She hadn't decided yet. In any case, she didn't want to put up with such behaviour any longer.
Ezekial Aesalon - May 31, 2012 10:25 PM (GMT)
Camping sounded great to Eze. With a grin, he flopped down on the grass and pulled out a bottle. "Feel free to take first watch, Trelawney, " he said, "I'm sure as hell not sleeping yet though."
With an overly enthused smile, he raised the bottle at them, popped the top off, and took a long swig. It was going to be a very fun trip.
Callum Baines - June 1, 2012 01:23 AM (GMT)
The first shift doing what? Probably snogging in the bushes. Couples.
It was Eze’s statement that Callum agreed with. “I’d say it’s decided, then,” he said simply, hunkering down on a conveniently felled log. Fire. Fire would probably be helpful, but he would wait until he was cold—or until one of the happy couple thought of it, since they felt like making all the rules. For now, Cal was quite content to do what he and the boys did best: drink.
Taking a leaf out of the bartender’s book, the caretaker took out his own flask, drinking deeply from it. “Joinin’ us, Ev?” he called over.
Everett Grimm - June 1, 2012 01:38 AM (GMT)
While Ev was all for continuing on, it seemed everybody else was ready to camp, so he had been outvoted and therefore they planned to camp. Everett, despite the fact that he was in pretty good shape, was not used to sleeping on the ground and while he was now used to getting very little sleep, he would kill for a good rest.
Of course, an alcohol-induced sleep was always a good one. As everybody prepared to make camp, he laughed aloud as Eze was the first to noticeably bring out a bottle of booze, though Ev was fairly sure Cal had been sneaking sips all day. It was a good idea, but Everett, having suffered from many a hangover, knew that day drinking never ended well for him so had refrained. Now he saw no reason to, even if James disapproved, he planned on partaking anyway.
Finding a good tree to lean against, he unrolled his blanket and plopped down. He supposed they should collect some firewood and get that going, but he also figured one of them could start one with their wand if they got cold. As he reached into his bag, he pulled out a bottle of firewhiskey, smiling as it clinked against its brothers on the way out. He uncorked it, grinned and raised it in toast. "Cheers mates." He said and took a deep swig.
Hogsmeade Trail - June 1, 2012 07:03 PM (GMT)
EVENT ANNOUNCER - ROUND 5
Your group decides that it is best to camp where you are for the evening and then follow the meadow in the morning. It's an uneventful evening (aside from foolish drunkenness) and though the forest is rather noisy with critters, none seem to come bother you (though the feeling of being watched is apparent.) It's a chilly morning when you set off across the meadow once more, but quickly warms up so that by noon you're sweating without a single tree for shade. As you near the end of the meadow, you can see the shape of a mountain begin to form. The closer you get, the higher they become until you see that there are two different paths you can take. You could either try and climb the mountain, though it looks fairly steep and would not allow for the horse to be able to make it. The other option is to go to the West to go around the mountain, or at least until you find an easier place to climb.
Which do you choose?
a. Climb the mountain
b. Go around the mountain
Round 6 begins June 4th
Callum Baines - June 1, 2012 07:34 PM (GMT)
OOC | I’m going to assume Cassandra gave up on operation wine to water. For now, at least. Else we’ll have very cranky boys on our hands, and it’s only round five!
Though he had never been particularly devout, Callum knew there must have been a god when he awoke with no hangover, his flask lighter but still sporting enough firewhiskey to last him a few more nights—particularly if Eze in his bartending glory saw fit to supplement his stores a little—and if the air of the wilderness left him this clearheaded every night, he was certainly going to drink it. He was rather reluctant to set off again, but knew it to be a necessary evil; as tiring as the trip might be, the payout at the end would be worth it to a man of his standing.
Finally, the group reached the end of the mountain and had a choice to make. Under different circumstance he might have suggested the easier route, but they were all men here—save for the obnoxious woman, but she at least was in trousers—and damned if they would pansy out. “Shall we go up, then?”
Cassandra Trelawney - June 2, 2012 12:22 PM (GMT)
Cass sighed heavily when Mr. Baines proposed climbing. Most of the men were either drunk or hangover and they wanted to climb? She didn't need to be a seer to see will happen.
"Do you have a death wish, Mr. Baines? You are all either drunk or hangover and you want to climb? I don't need to be a seer to know it will end badly. Climb then, if you want, break something if you have such a wish. I am going around." She protested looking at Sam, who said with a heavy sigh.
"Cass is right. We are in no shape to go up. So, it will be better to go around" He said and Cass nodded her head.
Callum Baines - June 2, 2012 12:28 PM (GMT)
“Just ‘cause your boy’s doubtless a lightweight, girlie,” Cal offered, inclining his head towards Sam, “doesn’t mean the rest of us don’t know how to handle ourselves.” If he could chase after errant second years with an actual hangover, or win brawls while still drunk, a brisk climb when he actually felt rested would be no trouble, and the boys, no doubt, had gotten themselves out of worse situations.
Ezekial Aesalon - June 3, 2012 04:30 AM (GMT)
Eze was just barely hungover, and he would have liked to thank every higher power ever for that. He was also in a genuinely good mood, primarily brought on by the realization that winning land would give him somewhere to be stupid away from his mother. Yay.
He shrugged at the prospect of climbing, feeling like they were all starting to argue with Cassandra Trelawney for the hell of it. "I've done worse things while drunk," he said, "I don't really see how this could go wrong."
Famous last words, of course, but this was Eze Aesalon.
Samuel Bowen - June 3, 2012 09:36 AM (GMT)
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"You really are an intolerable bunch of drunkards, has anyone ever told any of you that?" Sam looked at his group. He was relatively cranky, despite the fact that he still thanked Merlin every morning that he and Cass got placed in the same group. Other than that, however, the other members of his group were annoying and all they cared about was getting drunk. He hated it, and he was annoyed by them. He made a note to speak with someone about setting in place some sort of physical limit on people that forced them to remain sober while in the company of clearly more civil persons.
Sam sighed and rubbed his temples. "Why don't we just split up? You lot can go kill yourselves on the dangerous mountains that you think nothing of, and Cass and I will take the less dangerous route." He liked the plan not only because it kept both him and Cass safe, but because it would get him away from people who he would never be able to stand on any normal basis.
James Riley - June 3, 2012 10:36 PM (GMT)
What was it about being sober that suddenly made being drunk so difficult? James had never had problems pacing himself before, but of the exactly two times that he'd fallen off the wagon since swearing himself sober, he had gotten way more drunk than he had intended during both. Perhaps it was that his tolerance was starting to change, but that seemed unlikely. Perhaps it was simply that before he had been more accepting of the fact that he was getting drunk; now that he was internally in some degree of denial, he ended up getting himself into trouble.
He hadn't exactly been a mess last night, but he figured he was probably who the Trelawney woman was referencing when she mentioned the hangovers. Or possibly the "still drunk" comment; James might have been drunk, still, it was hard to tell with his head pounding this much.
As was to be expected, he'd kept to himself most of the morning, because honestly, he didn't give a rat's backside at this point where they went or what they did. When the pretend-healer started calling names, however, James couldn't help but say something.
"No one has ever said it as sweetly as you, Bowen," he said dryly. "You dolts can do whatever you please--though I'm fairly certain if the two of you run off it'll trigger the Ministry's 'deserter' curse. If you want to risk it, be my guest--we've got a majority and I guess we're climbing the mountain."
Not that James had any desire to climb the mountain at all, in his present state, but all be damned if he was going to side with the pretentious slum woman and the man who had just called him a drunkard and felt up ladies' unmentionables for a living.
Everett Grimm - June 4, 2012 12:34 AM (GMT)
While it seemed that they had managed to have a good time and enjoy a hangover of sorts, Ev felt quite refreshed, having chosen not to imbibe quite as much as he usually did. His plan had to drink just enough to knock him out for a real, honest-to-goodness, a-whore-next-to-you-in-the-bed kind of sleep. He knew a hangover the day after wouldn't be the best thing to have to deal with in addition to Miss Trelawney and her boy toy. Ev had plenty of experience trying to function with a hangover and usually managed pretty well, but he didn't want to break a leg out here and have to go home. No, he needed the rewards from this trip and he was going to do whatever he needed to in order to get them. And if that meant he had to watch his drinking and make sure he paid attention to what he was doing, then fine.
While the rest of his group argued about which way to go, Ev chose to stay mum. He wasn't exactly excited to go climbing a mountain today, the other option was the openly agree with Trelawney and Bowen and that was not a smart choice either. Everett only grinned as Bowen called them intolerable drunkards. That was not the first, nor would it be the last time this lot had heard that, so therefore he chose to take it as a compliment.
Shouldering his pack, he stood next to James as his friend retorted to the comment. "See ya." He said, turning to head up the hill with the rest of them. The two lovebirds could do what they wanted, it was no skin off his nose.
Callum Baines - June 4, 2012 12:45 AM (GMT)
When the group had first been assembled, Cal had assumed that James Riley would take Bowen’s side—true, he might have been good friends with Ev, but the caretaker had little doubt that hospital ties and a general possession of money would win out, as it often did. Too many upper-class layabouts, in the wizard’s opinion, thought nothing of the opinions of those who worked for a living (though as he was coming to like Riley, he was far more willing to consider what the younger man did “work”). Still, time and time again the man had proved him wrong, and Cal could not keep a smile from his face when the healer countered Bowen’s—reasonably apt—jibe, questioning his common sense all the while.
Turning to the rest of the tolerable group members, Callum bent to strap the empty cage—the owl had flown off with a simple report for the Ministry the night before—to his pack, double checking as he did so that his more valuable possessions were firmly loaded in as well. “It’s a shame whatever’ll get ‘em from the Ministry is a spell, and we’ve the spell damage healer,” he remarked to Eze, perhaps with more glee in his tone than was necessary.