Buck: He's one of my best buds at the carnival. We've bonded over liking to read and write. On Friday, he told me he wanted to write a book about his family. He asked for some tips, so we sat down and talked about what might go in the book. I said it would be good to know how his family met the Elites, what they get out of the Old Ways, and a few other things.
The next day, Buck said he found inspiration and wrote a short book. Not the family book, but a poem. He bound it for me. One of my favorite experiences at the carnival.
Buck, you're a pretty open guy, so I trust you'll let me post it.
A Bee-Ginning, by Buck Redcurve (Click for photos, including Buck's publishing company
The Bee and the Flower
A weary bee looking for
food, but could find none
A flower bloomed in
the morning sun
The flower wilted and
dying each petal fallen
A bee kiss the petals
and bathed in her pollen
They grabbed the shears
and cut her stem
The bee afraid went
out and stung them
She drank deep in the
waters of her glass vase
The bee anguished and
longed for another taste
She bloomed in the
midday sun
The bee
Died
For the love of one
It's outstanding. I haven't stopped reading it. Reading into it hurts for some reason.
The book was bound with twine, and the backing was what Buck confirmed, with a nod, to be another ritual. Reading it further, I think a better word is scripture. Photo below:
"The Consequence of Neglect" and "On Binding of Bloodlines"
I also saw Buck dance to "Leroy Brown" with a man bigger than him. It brought me pure joy.
Finally, it turns out Buck lived in society before his mom died, and he moved in with his dad, Gord. That's why he likes to read and write.
Stevie: Another great friend, Stevie. On Friday, her dad, James, showed up. He'd left to sort things out after Stevie's mom died out in society. Turns out this was pretty recent, just a matter of weeks ago. According to Stevie, James thought it was too dangerous for Stevie's mother to do the rituals, so he had her go on a blood run instead — and she didn't get far. She got hit by a car. Stevie blames him and has been avoiding him as he tries to make contact thri
I tried to talk to James (he hangs out at the bar near the back), and it did not go well. Not sure what set him off, but he got in my face and that was that.
The next day, Stevie's blood marks were tears. Seems the same stuff had been happening. My wife and I asked if we could mediate. She said I could tell him she's tired of fighting, she thinks it's his fault, and if he apologizes, she'll forgive him.
We told him that, and he told us that we shouldn't even try and that he doesn't need help. Seemed he'd given up.
This one sucks. I hope to help them somehow.
Molly: Molly is the first person to take me into the woods and introduced me to Buck. She found me on Friday and said someone made her drink a vial and ever since, she'd been feeling foggy. I asked who, and she described Lazarus. I asked around about what she might've drank, after describing it to Damien, he said, "Oh, that's poison." Lazarus denied ever doing it.
I ran to the apothecary to get her an elixir. After dumbly forgetting to grab it (and instead listening to Akasha's story, taking mine, and leaving), I went back, got one, and gave it to Molly. An hour later, she still wasn't feeling better.
She talked to me at the the picnic table, and I asked why they would've poisoned her. She says she's been talking more about the land being her family's and saying the Elites are trying to steal it. Then she said, "I better go. That man's watching me." I turn, and it's ZipKC Brad staring at us until she walked away.
On Saturday, Maddy said Molly was back in the woods resting. "I hope she can sleep with all the screams.. But I don't know, sometimes it helps me." Maddy is a G.
Brad: He's been running the former employees off with more ferocity than the dog lately. I finally asked him why. "They steal."
"Do they steal merch? Drinks?"
"They steal."
I asked if they were stealing energy, which is something a lot of people talk about.
"Yup."
But weren't you one of them?
"They don't have the right attitude. They're not clean. We can't come back if they're not clean."
Dorothea and Lily: As others have said, ol' Dorothy told me my Wizard of Oz theory is bullshit. (I'm still on the fence.) He says there's no truth to him LITERALLY being a different person before; he says he thinks it was a misunderstanding. He's always been Dorothea, he says, but he's changed. He's less violent, but he's darker.
I asked if he thought, like Dorothy, that he might have the power to get his land back within — that he doesn't need to turn to the wizardry that hurts his family. It came back to faith. The Old Ways connect him to his wife and all the Redcurve women before him.
He also thinks Lily won't die from the ritual. She's strong. And in any case, she's always training others.
Lily agrees. She says the ritual leaves her sapped, like an addict going cold turkey. It's just so much power, so many voices, and then nothing all at once. But she keeps power reserves of her own, and that'll keep her safe, she says. When I asked if she thinks it takes more out of her each time, she admitted that it might.
Damien: In addition to what Cammie said in her 10/26 experience thread, Damien mentioned something about both sides trying to summon something. I wish I remembered. A goddess, I think, but we should all again. He was frazzled and thus I was frazzled.