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Biji YPG!
(I spent an ungodly amount of time tracking this obscure song down, DLing it, converting the type, re-uploading it and so forth. It's 'the music' for Winter Light, as it is also public domain afaik. Click on the link, read and listen)
"In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
Snow on snow,
In the bleak mid-winter
Long ago.
What can I give Them,
Poor as I am?
If I were a Shepard
I would bring a lamb;
If I were a preist
I would do my part;
Yet what I can, I give Them
But my beating heart."
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
@Tylor guillory:
Gregory becan
@Cyber Wolf:
Alena kovacs
@Lazy Rocktime:
Giovanna gaspari
@Pretzel Heart:
Gavin V. Macdouglas
Lior Blumenthal
Melanie siskin
@TheTownWeirdo
Lena Mason
2015
December 10th:
9:00 PM
Gravel road, Karkonoze Mountains
Between Mount Sneizka and the Zima Valley
30:00 mins to destination
“Twenty one and a half hours in a plane,” groaned Jessica, picking at the seatback in front of her. Their van was bouncing over the rough gravel road like a roller coaster ride, and each one of them was being jostled as the van’s suspension squeaked and screamed at every frozen pebble. At least, that’s what it felt like. And this was in winter, while the roads were frozen over.
The sixteen of them had been traveling for nearly thirty hours now. They’d boarded an Air France flight to Paris, from Portland, and that had been fun enough. She’d spent most of the time sleeping. Then, after a layover, they’d gotten on a Lufthansa flight to Ostrava, in the Czech Republic, and she had gotten too much sleep and was awake through the whole thing. She’d watched a movie.
At ostrava, a little bus had taken them to Sneeze…? Sneezy Master? Whatever the name of that village was. Sneizka Miasto, that’s it. She grinned to herself a bit, as she gazed out the window, her reflection’s teeth gleaming. A few fat snowflakes fell down, illuminated by the light spilling out of the van’s sliding glass window. It was dark out, around 10 PM, if their guide, Wilkas was to be believed.
She’d thought the bus was bad. She was wrong.
Now, she was wedged between Nina and the wall, sixteen people in a van meant to hold ten at most. The interior light was on, throwing both the decrepit seats, that bounced with each jolt, and the arguing shapes of the Merry Trio to light. The nazi the brazillian and the nerdy microbio guy, debating something, up front into stark relief. Her backpack was on her lap, suitcase lashed to the roof outside. they were trundling through the mountains, the van laboring uphill towards pass that would take them into the Zima Valley.
She glanced at the rearview mirror. Wilkas’s face was visible in it. She’d expected the traditional groundskeeper, a gnarled old man who didn’t like kids. Instead, Wilkas turned out to be a forty year old black haired half-chechen with a stout beard that almost rivaled Hayden’s.
The van was noisy as all hell too. She looked around. The nazi, the nerd and Emmanuel, in the middle of the van were all arguing over something. Something geeky no doubt. She caught emmanual’s eye and they both exchanged sarcastic eye-rolls.
Meanwhile, one row ahead, Toma had lost her grip on her cat, which had taken refuge under Quisley’s seat. The skinny girl was climbing all over an icily protesting Alena trying to reach it while the huge athlete was trying to coax it out from under the cushions. Thomas the scot was next to the big minnesotan, sleeping through all of this somehow.
Lena and the Christian evangelist Melanie were sitting in what looked like an extremely pregnant silence next to one another, both stumbling over conversation. They were both new to everyone on this trip. The other Scottish guy was sitting on the aisle, knees drawn up to his chest and reading something on his pad. To top it all off, Lior, that strange guy was holding court in the very back of the van, as far away from his girlfriend as possible. His haughty demeanor was somewhat tarnished as he was squashed in there with Giovanna, the italian noblewoman.
In the seat just behind the driver, lanky Jeff was stretched out, nose buried in his dog-eared copy of The Lord of the Rings, ignoring the chaos around him, and paying no attention to Gregory, who was aloof of the rest of the van as well. Jeff's friend, Duster, was sitting on the floor like the scot.
Hayden was the only one with any legroom it seemed. He was in the front passenger seat, unsuccessfully trying to engage Wilkas in conversation.
Jessica sighed and stared back out the window. The flakes were falling faster now. She pressed here ear against the cool glass, trying in vain to not overheat in the stuffy, overcrowded van.
Everyone shut up when dour-looking Wilkas half turned around. "We're at the Zimno River. Half an hour to the Zima Valley. The road gets bumpy here."
"Bumpy here?" demanded someone, possibly Giovanna. "What's it been until now?"
Wilkas didn't answer, and seconds later, they were bouncing over the most uneven road Jessica had felt in her entire life.
(Interact amongst yourselves before arrival at the castle. I'll be going to bed now, and your arrival at the village of Stary Miasto will be in roughly 14 hours real time to give everyone time to post and have conversations. Some base rules apply, no wonky text alignment or text coloration please
.)
"In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
Snow on snow,
In the bleak mid-winter
Long ago.
What can I give Them,
Poor as I am?
If I were a Shepard
I would bring a lamb;
If I were a preist
I would do my part;
Yet what I can, I give Them
But my beating heart."
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
@Tylor guillory:
Gregory becan
@Cyber Wolf:
Alena kovacs
@Lazy Rocktime:
Giovanna gaspari
@Pretzel Heart:
Gavin V. Macdouglas
Lior Blumenthal
Melanie siskin
@TheTownWeirdo
Lena Mason
2015
December 10th:
9:00 PM
Gravel road, Karkonoze Mountains
Between Mount Sneizka and the Zima Valley
30:00 mins to destination
“Twenty one and a half hours in a plane,” groaned Jessica, picking at the seatback in front of her. Their van was bouncing over the rough gravel road like a roller coaster ride, and each one of them was being jostled as the van’s suspension squeaked and screamed at every frozen pebble. At least, that’s what it felt like. And this was in winter, while the roads were frozen over.
The sixteen of them had been traveling for nearly thirty hours now. They’d boarded an Air France flight to Paris, from Portland, and that had been fun enough. She’d spent most of the time sleeping. Then, after a layover, they’d gotten on a Lufthansa flight to Ostrava, in the Czech Republic, and she had gotten too much sleep and was awake through the whole thing. She’d watched a movie.
At ostrava, a little bus had taken them to Sneeze…? Sneezy Master? Whatever the name of that village was. Sneizka Miasto, that’s it. She grinned to herself a bit, as she gazed out the window, her reflection’s teeth gleaming. A few fat snowflakes fell down, illuminated by the light spilling out of the van’s sliding glass window. It was dark out, around 10 PM, if their guide, Wilkas was to be believed.
She’d thought the bus was bad. She was wrong.
Now, she was wedged between Nina and the wall, sixteen people in a van meant to hold ten at most. The interior light was on, throwing both the decrepit seats, that bounced with each jolt, and the arguing shapes of the Merry Trio to light. The nazi the brazillian and the nerdy microbio guy, debating something, up front into stark relief. Her backpack was on her lap, suitcase lashed to the roof outside. they were trundling through the mountains, the van laboring uphill towards pass that would take them into the Zima Valley.
She glanced at the rearview mirror. Wilkas’s face was visible in it. She’d expected the traditional groundskeeper, a gnarled old man who didn’t like kids. Instead, Wilkas turned out to be a forty year old black haired half-chechen with a stout beard that almost rivaled Hayden’s.
The van was noisy as all hell too. She looked around. The nazi, the nerd and Emmanuel, in the middle of the van were all arguing over something. Something geeky no doubt. She caught emmanual’s eye and they both exchanged sarcastic eye-rolls.
Meanwhile, one row ahead, Toma had lost her grip on her cat, which had taken refuge under Quisley’s seat. The skinny girl was climbing all over an icily protesting Alena trying to reach it while the huge athlete was trying to coax it out from under the cushions. Thomas the scot was next to the big minnesotan, sleeping through all of this somehow.
Lena and the Christian evangelist Melanie were sitting in what looked like an extremely pregnant silence next to one another, both stumbling over conversation. They were both new to everyone on this trip. The other Scottish guy was sitting on the aisle, knees drawn up to his chest and reading something on his pad. To top it all off, Lior, that strange guy was holding court in the very back of the van, as far away from his girlfriend as possible. His haughty demeanor was somewhat tarnished as he was squashed in there with Giovanna, the italian noblewoman.
In the seat just behind the driver, lanky Jeff was stretched out, nose buried in his dog-eared copy of The Lord of the Rings, ignoring the chaos around him, and paying no attention to Gregory, who was aloof of the rest of the van as well. Jeff's friend, Duster, was sitting on the floor like the scot.
Hayden was the only one with any legroom it seemed. He was in the front passenger seat, unsuccessfully trying to engage Wilkas in conversation.
Jessica sighed and stared back out the window. The flakes were falling faster now. She pressed here ear against the cool glass, trying in vain to not overheat in the stuffy, overcrowded van.
Everyone shut up when dour-looking Wilkas half turned around. "We're at the Zimno River. Half an hour to the Zima Valley. The road gets bumpy here."
"Bumpy here?" demanded someone, possibly Giovanna. "What's it been until now?"
Wilkas didn't answer, and seconds later, they were bouncing over the most uneven road Jessica had felt in her entire life.
(Interact amongst yourselves before arrival at the castle. I'll be going to bed now, and your arrival at the village of Stary Miasto will be in roughly 14 hours real time to give everyone time to post and have conversations. Some base rules apply, no wonky text alignment or text coloration please
.)
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