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[demonicbeauty]

State your business with Ariadne...

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OOC: This post is an in-character inbox for anyone wishing to contact the character, Araidne, for deercountry. To contact the mun, please PM this journal or send a private plurk to wizera.

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Voicemail; un: Wesson - mid September

[family_remains]

Araidne.. hey, it's Sam. Winchester. I saw your post on the network. Would you mind if I came by for some fruit?

[Did that sound as stupid as he feels saying it? Probably. Did he see her conversation with Dean on her network post? Yes. Is he reading into things when he shouldn't? Also probably yes.]

[VOICE]; UN: [USERNAME NOT SET]

[demonicbeauty]

[Her voice is absolutely delighted. She's gotten way too fond of Winchesters. It's a problem.]

Sam! I'm so glad you're here too!

...wait, sorry. You're the Sam who isn't possessed by that thing, right?

Video; un: darkness

[survivalthroughhate]

[Maul's heard about all about the drama goin on between the Winchesters, Anakin, and Ariadne from Sam himself. But he feels he should ask the woman herself what's going on, otherwise he's giving her no more agency than Anakin has been.]

Ariadne, can I ask you something?

[He sounds a lot more reasonable than he's been the last couple times they've spoken and certainly miles better than the feral Sith Lord she'd encountered when they first got here.]

[VIDEO]; UN: [USERNAME NOT SET]

[demonicbeauty]

[Ariadne hops on the network almost immediately. She's sitting on the floor, near one of the large windows of what's soon to be her herb shop. Her hair is loose, falling around her shoulders in waves.

Really, she has the look of someone who's been daydreaming and just snapped back to reality.]

Maul. Hello. Of course. Anything you like!

voice - un; impala67 (dated 10/8ish)

[venatoris]

Ariadne. It's Dean.

Got any clue why Cas may have thought I gave you literal sex lessons and held a revenge orgy just to piss me off?

[VOICE]; UN: [USERNAME NOT SET]

[demonicbeauty]

[Well, that's quite the beginning of a conversation.]

You did...literally offer to teach me about sex. On the network, remember?

[It's what got Anakin all snarly.]

I'm a bit confused.

[By...just about all of that sentence. And to her credit, she sounds baffled too.]

Does 'literal' mean something else, this time?

( text | un: kenobi )

[jedies]

Greetings, Ariadne,

For the time being, please stay away from Anakin. It seems he has fallen into a deep level of corruption.

[TEXT] UN: [user name not set]

[demonicbeauty]

[Unfortunately, Ariadne is the literal worst at texting. But she replies immediately.]

cORruption? Wht doessss that me an?

voice - un; impala67

[venatoris]

Hey.

Can we talk? Can--I come to you? Please?

[VOICE]; UN: [USERNAME NOT SET]

[demonicbeauty]

[That is not the voice of a happy Dean. A sense of alarm immediately spikes in Ariadne's throat.]

Of course, Dean. You're always welcome.

end of november, a day after Dean kicks it; un: thursday

[foolintherain]

Ariadne, this is Castiel
Are Dean and Sam with you?

[VIDEO]; un: [USERNAME NOT SET]

[demonicbeauty]

[Under other circumstances, she might try to text back. But her texting skills are awful. She knows it.

And if it involves Dean and Sam, it could be urgent.

So she gets on the video feed, looking wide-eyed and nervous right off the bat.]

No. None of them. Why?

A gift. Dec 3rd.

[family_remains]

Sam doesn't make a point to seek Ariadne out, but he knows she is never far from her orchard. She can probably smell him a mile off but it's cold and windy, so he reckons his scent won't linger long enough to pick up right away and when she does, he'll be long gone.

He isn't sure what compels him to be there, they haven't spoken in a while, but he knows things are about to get tricky and just in case.. maybe..

Maybe he should do this.

Dean said he didn't think Sam had a soul.

Sam is beginning to agree with his his brother.

He doesn't care about it, not particularly. He doesn't even care about Dean that much except that survival here would be a lot more difficult without him and if Sam doesn't take some action to clear the playing field soon Dean won't stick around much longer.

Maybe it's a goodbye.. in a way. Or a hello. Or a cry for help. Maybe, just maybe, it is the last calling wisp of his soul attempting to fix the festering void behind his body's ribs.

Sam tracks through the snow in his heavy, steel capped boots, searching for the oldest tree in the very center. By all rights he trusts it to be the most sacred, and from his pocket he produces a small, silver charm bracelet.

He ponders why he's even out there, moving it around his knuckles like prayer beads. His fingers are numb but he knows the shape of every talisman without having to look. Crosses, stars, and triskelions amongst Enochian and human sigils.

Finally, his fingers stop on the one that feels right and he looks down. A petite, sunbeamed pentagram, the same as the tattoo on his chest, that feels warm despite the temperature.

This is it.

Sam unclasps the charm from the bracelet and threads it on to a length of cord he'd been carrying in his other hand before tying it to the lowest hanging branch of the tree.

It feels strange in his chest and he doesn't know why. This bracelet doesn't mean anything to him anymore. It's just junk. So why...

Better not to dwell. It's probably not that deep.

He takes a breath and casts a hope on the gleam of the silver in sunlight that when everything comes to a head with Anakin, the problem will be solved and he can move on from this whole clusterfuck of a situation. Put the dog back in his cage. Stop relying on a Sith lord for safety warnings.

A beat and he turns, stepping in his same footprints, and follows them back to the cobbled streets of town.

Christmas Delivery

[lightthedarkness]

[Wrapped up in a bright red and white box is a plate of bought snowflake cookies and adecorative hair piece.

Attached is a note with a little rabbit doodle:]

Happy Holidays!
Love,
Usagi

[VOICE]; UN: [USERNAME NOT SET]

[demonicbeauty]

[A few hours later, when Ariadne returns home, she spots the gift and makes a soft, delighted sound.

After reading the note, she hops on the network.]

Usagi! Thank you so much for the gift!

Action; Backdated to Christmas

[survivalthroughhate]

[Maul's fiendish delight in the holiday means he's once again broken into people's houses and used all the stealth he possesses to leave those he likes a gift or two. Sometimes, he even goes right down the chimney like a demented version of Santa Claus. However, given Ariadne's gift is a little fragile, Maul opts for leaving it on the porch with a note.]

I am told this sapling will grow into what is called an "avocado tree", producing a type of fruit which can be eaten. I hope it is suitable to your tastes. Merry Christmas, Ariadne ~Maul

[VOICE]; UN: [USERNAME NOT SET]

[demonicbeauty]

[Ariadne calls Maul later in the day, after discovering the sapling. Her voice is warm and kind, as always.]

Thank you, Maul. That's so sweet of you.

What do you think I should name it? I'd love to give it a Zabrak name.

Voice message; UN R.BECKET

[righthemisphere]

Ariadne, hey, it's Raleigh Becket.

I hope you're well, I just wanted to touch base about all the plant life this month. I'm assuming you've seen it. I think now is our chance to take advantage of seeds and seedlings. If we're gonna get any kind of harvest this year we need to be planting out now. The ground seems fertile, so we gotta move.

Call me back when you've got a chance. Let's make a plan.

Thanks

[VOICE]; UN: [USERNAME NOT SET]

[demonicbeauty]

[Ariadne calls back a little while later. She sounds...miserable. But the kind of miserable where she's pretending to be all right.

She's pretending as hard as she can.]

Yeah. You're right.

We should...do that.

text; un: doublehedgedsword; early March

[laminae]

hey!!
Ezra and i were wondering if we could try and experiment with your trees
don't worry it should be safe
we just want to feed them energy from the earth
they should get a nice meal out of it, and if it hurts then i'll be able to tell and we'll stop
is that ok with you?

[TEXT] UN: [user name not set]

[demonicbeauty]

[Sorry, Fern. Ariadne might possibly be the worst at texting ever. But she tries.]

yOu want to f eed the treessss?
wI th you r powerssss?

[venatoris]

[ Here, enjoy this dainty music box hand delivered by a little Trench runner. When opened and allowed to play, it will play a few bars of Hey, Jude.

There is a note attached from Dean.

Happy Birthday. It's not much, but this was my mothers favorite song. Hopefully you like it too.

She used to tell me Angels were watching over me, but I always thought that was a bunch of bunk after she died.

Then people like Cas come along and you kinda wonder.

Anyway, hope you like it.

-Dean ]

[VOICE]; UN: [USERNAME NOT SET]

[demonicbeauty]

[Ariadne calls almost as soon as she gets it. It's the right thing to do. Although she's a little delayed, entranced by the music box.

When the feed pops on, she's smiling so hard her cheeks might burst.]

Oh, Dean! This is so beautiful!

Thank you!

Action

[survivalthroughhate]

[Maul leaves a rose bush on her doorstep. It is small and frail, like someone has not been taking very good care of it, but the few blossoms on it give a hint as to just how beautiful it will be in full bloom. Attached is a note in Maul's usual large and blocky script.

I felt this flowering plant very appropriate as a gift for your birthday. It is in rough shape and needs much attention and love, but I am certain it will become very beautiful with time. Consider it a thank you for putting up with me over the past year or so. ~Darth Maul]

[VIDEO] UN: [username not set]

[demonicbeauty]

[Ariadne has manners. She's immediately on the Omni, calling him back to properly thank him.

After all, it's a beautiful gift. A precious one.]

Maul, I'll never tell anyone this. But you are very, very sweet.

[Action][Gift: Early May]

[subject_013]

[One evening, with a soft rain falling, she might find a couple pots of green herb plants on her doorstep, along with an envelope containing a letter, written in Wesker's precise, almost calligraphic handwriting]

Ariadne my dear,

I thought you would appreciate and make good use of these. Allow me to present you with healing herb plants from my world of origin which turned up via a portal that opened up from it. Cultivate them carefully and make sure they have indirect sunlight and they're carefully watered. They originated in the shade in the forests of the Arklay Mountains, and they've bee. The leaves, dried and in capsule form or in a tincture help aid the healing and recover process for most physical ailments.

There aren't many people here whom I'd entrust this to. I hope you succeed in cultivating them.

Yours, always.,

Albert W.

[VIDEO]; UN: [USERNAME NOT SET]

[demonicbeauty]

[Obviously, Ariadne's quick to reply to the lovely gift.

How could she not?

She may not understand a lot about Albert or what he's saying half of the time, but it's such a sweet gesture. She can't help but feel touched.]

Albert, it's so beautiful. The plant, I mean! Really, I've never seen anything like this.

What's it called?

video - accidental transmission; un: tsabin

[decoyqueen]

[ Flanked by two girls in flame colored robes, Sabé sat on the throne in a small starship in a large black gown with oversized black feathers fanning out from the back of the hood. Her face was made up with heavy white makeup, two red dots under her eyes, and a full red top of her lip with a stripe of red in the middle of the bottom. With all that makeup it would be easy to mistake her for another. That was the plan.

A blue holo-message played before her: "The death toll is catastrophic. I must bow to their wishes. You must contact me."

Stone-faced, Sabé watched the Governor's plea- the two girls at her side also masking their emotions perfectly- until it cut out. Her gaze swept over to a young man- a Jedi easily recognized to anyone who's been here for some time... even with his hair in a traditional Padawan's cut.

"It's a trick-" Obi-Wan insisted immediately as he stood and addressed her. "Send no reply. Send no transmissions of any kind."

The young decoy didn't get a chance to answer him as he left the room immediately, the door hissing shut behind him. All that was left in there were the three girls and their Captain of the guard. She couldn't help but worry about the state of the planet, even knowing that Governor Bibble was smarter than the Jedi gave him credit for.

"Well of course it's a trick! Does he think we're stupid?"

Sabé turned to look at her friend, Rabé, with a wisp of a smile tugging at her lips at the outburst. As Amidala, she had to shield her emotions and facial expressions to keep them as neutral as possible... but with everyone in the room in on the ruse, she could slip up just this bit.

They could do nothing but wait and fret at this point- books only posed so much of a distraction and as Amidala, she was expressly forbidden from leaving the ship. The Jedi knew that the girls were hiding something from him, but with as much care as they took she knew that he wasn't aware of exactly what they were up to- and it needed to stay that way. ]

[VIDEO]; UN: [USERNAME NOT SET]

[demonicbeauty]

[Ariadne watches the transmission a couple of times. First unexpectedly, then in shock, and then with a spy's eyes, analyzing the details. She's always been hungry for more information about that galaxy far, far, away. But this is something else entirely. She's only encountered something quite so vivid once before.

...in Obi-Wan Kenobi's memories.

But this clearly isn't from him. Their relationship is tenuous at best. And there's no mistaking that particular voice.

She debates whether or not she should say anything. But it's only right. She'd want to know, if the situation were reversed.]

...um...Sabé? What was that?

Accidental Video; un: lothrat

[ezra_of_lothal]

[The video shows Ezra, younger and more ragged looking, while he stares around a cavernous room with glowing geometric patterns. Part of the Jedi Temple on Lothal. "Whoa."

A gravelly voice that, at the time, Ezra didn't know who it belonged to, says, "Tell me. Why must you become Jedi? " Now, of course, Ezra knows this was ancient Master Yoda, speaking to him through the Force.

Ezra shrugs. "I don't know. I guess because Kanan believes I can."

"Ah. Kanan thinks you can. Hmm. And you?"

"Well, I'll become stronger, powerful."

"Ah. Power you seek," Yoda notes with mild disapproval.

"I'd make the Empire suffer for everything it did, for everything it took, for my parents! I... I wouldn't be helpless anymore!" Ezra replies, voice getting louder, and body language more animated.

"Ah. Jedi way is revenge? Teach you this, your Master did?"

"No. Kanan would never," Ezra snaps back, fiercely, stabbing a finger towards the ground in emphasis. "He's a good Master, a-a great Master!"

"Then why seek you revenge?" Yoda presses.

Ezra hesitates. "I don't."

"Hmm. Inside you much anger, much fear."

Ezra retorts, "I just want to protect myself and my friends."

"And this is why you must be Jedi?" Yoda asks.

"Yes, and not just them. Everyone. I'll protect everyone." Another beat of hesitation, while Ezra gathers his thoughts. "Before I met Kanan, I only ever thought of myself, but Kanan and the rest, they don't think like that. They help people. They give everything away, and I see it. I see how it makes people feel."

Yoda makes an approving sound, this time. "Feel, yes. How?"

"Alive." Ezra's voice drops softer. "They feel alive, like I do now."

"Good. Good. Ahead of you a difficult path there is, Padawan," Yoda decides. "A Jedi you may yet be."

While the padawan looks up, a glimmer of blue shines in the dark. He stretches up his hands, and a small blue crystal comes to rest in his palm. He doesn't understand why it's important, not yet, but what he feels is connection.

Joy.]

[VIDEO]; UN: [USERNAME NOT SET]

[demonicbeauty]

[Ariadne debates for some time whether or not to say anything. She understands now what's happening, that the network is sharing memories without permission. Some people, she also understands, might feel embarrassed or awkward about it. But as she watches the memory a third time...

Well. It doesn't seem like something to be embarrassed about.

So she decides to reach out to Ezra.]

Ezra...just so you know...I just saw a memory. And I think it was yours.

text; un: tsabin

[decoyqueen]

Hello, Airy. I've been thinking about you, I hope you're doing alright.

[TEXT] UN: [user name not set]

[demonicbeauty]

i
I THink
I thi nk I m ay be lone ly

Audio; un: Lothrat (backdated a week or so)

[ezra_of_lothal]

Hey, Airy. [Ezra sounds...tired.]

Are you at Serenity. Can I can by?

[VOICE]; UN: [USERNAME NOT SET]

[demonicbeauty]

[Huh. That's ominous.]

Of course, Ezra. You know you're always welcome here.

You don't even have to ask.

Action; backdated to September

[survivalthroughhate]

[Maul's been feeling the need to be sociable thanks to the blood effects on him this month. He's not one much for going out and mingling so instead he finds himself ending up at the gardens, wondering if the plants will work for the purpose of "company" that his Vileblood is making him seek out. He's grumbling in front of one of the trees.]

Well, that didn't work. Now what?

[demonicbeauty]

[She picks up his scent before she sees him, as she's making her way out back after drying some of the marijuana she's collected from Dean's cottage. Or what used to be a cottage, anyway.

Ariadne wipes her hands off on her apron, walking over to Maul.]

What didn't work?

Audio; un: Lothrat

[ezra_of_lothal]

Hey, Airy.

So as not to spam all over Usagi's post -

I love you.

I don't say that enough to people.

Partly because there's only a couple of people I have any idea how they'd react. But.

I should say it sometimes anyway. Never know when you'll lose the opportunity to.

[VOICE]; UN: Airy

[demonicbeauty]

[Cue a very startled demon. There's an odd hesitation as she replies.]

Ezra? What are you...

Spam Usagi's...

[Oh. Oh. He saw that.]

Oh, gods. Ezra! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...

[To what? Why does she feel guilty? He just said he loved her! It's the kind of thing she wants. But this is all very, very strange.]

Um. I'm sorry. I'm confused.

delivery — late December

[possessum]

( While Peter isn't one to... Do Holiday Things, there is technically a part of him that reaches out. Not because the ancient demon king of Hell has much interest in holiday celebrations, but Paimon has learned that it's a time when many people Gift Things, and connection with others is of a special importance to his spirit. The energy is right for it, and so, towards the end of the month, he bestows little gifts to people.

Left on Ariadne's doorstep, wrapped carefully in thin cloth, is an odd little doll in the likeness of a deer, meticulously hand-crafted with an assortment of random bits and bobbles collected over time.

Set next to the doll, like a mysterious calling card, is a leaf — bearing Paimon's sigil delicately burned into it like filigree. )

Gift Delivery - December 25th

[lightthedarkness]

[Delivered to Ariadne's door will be a hand made necklace and bakery bought cookies. Attached is a note:]

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS AIRY-CHAN!

I'm not sure if you know this holiday but even so, it never hurts to get a gift from a friend.

Hope you stay warm this winter!
Love you,
Usagi

Gift Delivery - December 25th

[survivalthroughhate]

[This year, Maul had decided to behave himself when it came to giving gifts, unlike in years past where he broke into people's houses rather like Santa himself did. All gifts are left on the porch or front step of the recipient's home for them to find in the morning.

He left Airy a bag of sunflower seeds designed to plant in a garden. It had taken a long while to find such an item but he felt it was worth it. He also included a sketch of her. Accompanying it was a note in blocky handwriting wishing her a Merry Christmas signed from Darth Maul.]