Haunting music fills the darkness, little wisps of light illuminating the grove by the Tree. One by one, strange creatures gather by the clearing - among them, the Hollow Lady and the restored and once again beautiful (to all that fancy men) Violinist.

Shimmering creatures and walking corpses, strange little bearded men in pointed hats, swirling mist with slightly human features, a tree-like lady... it seems it's a night for the strange ones, and when music fills the forest, it's time for a party!

The temperature drops steadily as frost starts covering every available surface outside. It's a crisp and cold day in the tree, and a reminder of the season to come.

Today, the mist turns clear rather than hazy as something beautiful and pure moves through the forest. A horse-like white creature with cloven hooves and a lion's tail walk to the clearing by the tree, shyly peeking out from the dense foliage before coming out into the open.

Her blue eyes radiate kindness and innocence as her white fur glow in the sunlight, and she leans her head down by the stream to drink.

| characters | Open to all!

| date/time | October 9 - 11 (backdated, yes)

| location | Anywhere around and about the Tree

| rating | Various?

| summary | Since there was talk of doing an open amnesia log! This is open for anyone to thread with anyone. (I meant to have it up this weekend but as usual I am behind in all things...)

| characters | Mika + anyone!
| date/time | October 10, late afternoon
| location | Middle of the tree/the Lifestream
| rating | PG
| summary | With all the amnesia going around, it's probably just a matter of time before someone forgets how to fly...
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| characters | Kit, the NPC Violinist, and anyone

| date/time | Backdated to evening on the 26th

| location | Flying around outside, and later near the edge of the mist

| rating | PG? It has the corpse-like Violinist in it

| summary | After the cries and moans of the previous night, Kit is restless. And the appearance of the Violinist isn't helping matters.

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| characters | Alla (In monster form) and you?

| date/time | September 18th through the 25th

| location | All around the tree or inside homes

| rating | All Ages (Will be updated as needed)

| summary | Having transformed, Alla is forced to send his spots to feed off of everyone's fears. He can also be found wandering/exploring outside the tree at night...

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| characters | Fuu, wolves, and you?

| date/time | September 10, midday

| location | Near to the Mist

| rating | G - PG most likely.

| summary | WOLVES.

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i. amber

[Looking uncharacteristically solemn even for him, Evan appears on the amber. At the bottom of the frame where he's propped up his slice, the hilt of a sword can be seen.]

Hey.

So... everything I've heard seems to suggest that once someone's gone they don't come back. Right? And we never really... hear from them again. They're just gone.

... Has anyone ever left anything behind before?

[He pulls the hilt and pommel up into the frame: it's attached to a sword some folks might recognize.]

I haven't seen Celena in quite a while. I checked today and her name's no longer on the list upstairs. She left this.


ii. At home, action

Evan sat at his bed, the sheathed sword across his knees. He was losing himself in his thoughts as he stared at the weapon, going over his recollections of its owner.

It was strange. He hadn't been here for what he'd consider long enough to make friends, if this had been back home. Two months wasn't even a semester, and back home distractions and excuses to hole up and avoid people were thick on the ground. It wasn't exactly that the Tree had somehow turned him into an extrovert, but...

But in the course of fulfilling tasks and investigating the mysteries of the Tree he'd found himself stumbling into friendships that he hadn't expected, with people he'd've never even thought to speak to back home.

To the often isolated young man, the loss of one of those new friendships stung more keenly than he had been expecting.

He'd still be there, sitting and considering, when his housemates returned from their daily wanderings.