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  <title>Alder's Grove</title>
  <subtitle>Write the Dark</subtitle>
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  <updated>2013-10-29T17:24:39Z</updated>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-01-18:688046:592742</id>
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    <title>On this Date: Addergoole Drabbles of Kailani</title>
    <published>2013-10-29T17:24:39Z</published>
    <updated>2013-10-29T17:24:39Z</updated>
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    <category term="character: audra"/>
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    <content type="html">October 29, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not a big fan of Hallowe'en."  Kai frowned at Conrad, but he had is back to her and thus was unmoved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not surprised, but that doesn't mean the kids shouldn't have their fun.  They're &lt;i&gt;kids&lt;/i&gt;, Kaia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They're..."  She couldn't really argue.  "Fine.  Captain America and Wonder Woman it is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 29, 2013&lt;br /&gt;"Mom."  Audra dropped the costume on Kailani's lap.  "Mom."  She added a needle and thread and a pair of scissors.  "Mom.  &lt;i&gt;Dean Storm!&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can't call her that."  Her twin Alistair hissed it at her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can if she doesn't answer to anything else.  Mom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai blinked at her children.  "Right."  The world had ended, but Hallowe'en, damn it, had to go on.  "Hem, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=aldersprig&amp;ditemid=592742" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-01-18:688046:588936</id>
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    <title>On this Date: Addergoole Drabbles of Gregori/The Kraken</title>
    <published>2013-10-24T12:54:25Z</published>
    <updated>2013-10-24T21:47:20Z</updated>
    <category term="character: yaminah"/>
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    <category term="character: speed"/>
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    <category term="character: kracken"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;October 24, 2004&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about that one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speed was curled against Gregori's leg in the middle of the Dining Hall, pointing out people he thought were attractive, or tasty, or good potential subs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregori ran his hands through the boy's hair.  He liked him here.  It would be nice to not have compunctions about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How about that one?"  He pointed at a lovely Tenth Cohort, with dark eyes and honey-brown skin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;October 24, 2013&lt;br /&gt;(See &lt;a href="http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/tag/verse:+faeapoc:+blackhouse"&gt;The Black House Stories&lt;/a&gt; for context)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he hadn't know why Pretty had chosen to live with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaminah. Yaminah, because her two years under his collar were over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was certainly beginning to understand.  She leaned against him, her shoulder blades to his.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The enemy was inside his walls, but they would not live.  His Pretty had assured his survival along with her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=aldersprig&amp;ditemid=588936" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-01-18:688046:586940</id>
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    <title>On this Date: Addergoole Drabbles of Rozen</title>
    <published>2013-10-22T19:04:03Z</published>
    <updated>2013-10-22T19:04:03Z</updated>
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    <category term="character: rozen"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;October 22, 2004&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you planning on doing now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rozen hadn't meant to collect a mascot.  Keeping pets in school was one thing, but the world outside was different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had turned out, though, that the world outside was a bit &lt;i&gt;difficult.&lt;/i&gt; And she'd volunteered. Liked his biceps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You tell me."  Not quite a mascot. More of a seeing-eye girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;October 22, 2013&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rozen, boss, you can't fight them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily was dragging on Rozen's arm.  When Austin had left him, he'd found her: flame-red hair, freckles all over.  He liked redheads.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lil.  Let go."  He pushed her behind him.  "Go get my weapons, then you can hide or run."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boss, you're going to die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No.  But you're definitely not going to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really liked redheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=aldersprig&amp;ditemid=586940" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-01-18:688046:582744</id>
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    <title>On This Date: Addergoole Drabbles of Kendra</title>
    <published>2013-10-17T19:35:24Z</published>
    <updated>2013-10-17T19:35:24Z</updated>
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    <category term="character: kendra"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;October 17, 2004&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's all right," Kendra reassured the scared-looking boy - man, legally - in front of her.  "I have a trust fund."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It&lt;/i&gt;, in this case, was the little pink lines on the stick in front of her, which would bring her number of children to something between eight and 11, considering her luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And add that much more money to the "trust fund."  Regine liked babies.  Luckily, so did Kendra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;October 17, 2012&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't supposed to be anyone out here.  There weren't supposed to be any threats like this within a hundred miles of this city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the human at her door had suddenly grown fangs and started spitting out Workings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get inside."  She snapped it to her youngest child's father, who was probably old enough to know better.  "Falke.  Get the youngers and get them under cover."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grabbed her walking stick - 6 feet of hawthorn, with the thorns still in the top foot - and blocked the door.  "You're not getting anywhere near my kids, you bastard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=aldersprig&amp;ditemid=582744" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-01-18:688046:581356</id>
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    <title>On This Date: Addergoole Drabbles of Niassa</title>
    <published>2013-10-16T17:20:11Z</published>
    <updated>2013-10-16T17:20:11Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;em&gt;October 16, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College was weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The classes were alternately harder than anything at Addergoole and easier, her teachers were strange and at the same time more professional and less, and her classmates were so /young/ it hurt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Niassa had lost that argument, so through Intro to Psych she sat, dreaming of fighting dragons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;October 16, 2013&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't really fly with the things she'd gotten in lieu of wings.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the back of a dragon, a sword between its shoulderblades and a garrote around its neck... then, then Niassa was flying, higher and higher into the air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't think about the fall, not yet.  Not until it came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=aldersprig&amp;ditemid=581356" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-01-18:688046:576606</id>
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    <title>On This Date: Addergoole Drabbles of Aviv</title>
    <published>2013-10-10T10:42:05Z</published>
    <updated>2013-10-10T10:42:05Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;October 10, 2004&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you ever get the sense that all this is futile?"  Rod, Aviv's house-mate, had the hunch-shouldered look that generally went along with depression or hangovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"School?"  Aviv finished packing lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything."  It was accompanied by a dramatic hand-flail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."  He couldn't help smiling. "Maybe you should have gone into medicine, not Law."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;October 10, 2013&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're one of them, aren't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aviv had his hand on someone's artery, keeping them from bleeding out.  He didn't look up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a doctor connected to the Red Cross, yes.  Could you pass me that clamp?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You one of &lt;i&gt;them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aviv had just enough to duck before the stick swung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=aldersprig&amp;ditemid=576606" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-01-18:688046:575976</id>
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    <title>On this Date: Addergoole Drabbles of Anatoliy</title>
    <published>2013-10-07T17:54:01Z</published>
    <updated>2013-10-07T17:54:01Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;October 7, 2004&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, no."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the most interesting job in the world.  There were probably a hundred more interesting jobs - including his daytime job.  But his boss and the union didn't care if he moonlighted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The girl said no, back off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he got to protect people.  Totally worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;October 7, 2013&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keep calm.  Everyone, stay calm, and keep moving."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'd gotten the call from Smitty last week.  The week before, it had been Finn.  And Vlad a month before that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keep calm.  Keep moving, calmly off the road and into the shelters, everyone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been Conrad's call that did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=aldersprig&amp;ditemid=575976" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-01-18:688046:574971</id>
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    <title>On this Date: Addergoole Drabbles of Jamian</title>
    <published>2013-10-03T16:27:24Z</published>
    <updated>2013-10-03T16:48:53Z</updated>
    <category term="character: arna"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;October 3, 2004&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give me... four years."  Arnbjorg and Jaya were studiously avoiding each other's glances, holding their mocha lattes and watching the steam.  "Four years, until I'm done with school.  I know, the extra year..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can wait for another year. Especially with the kids."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll know by then."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hope so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;October 3, 2013&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Xandro, we have to go."  Jamian handed another duffle to his oldest child.  "Here, Dom.  Food, clothes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dadimom..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jame'..."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dom and Xandro's objections rode over each other; they both stopped; Jamian sighed.  He tried again. "Xandro.  Bathroom. Dom. Food. It's not safe anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might not ever be safe again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=aldersprig&amp;ditemid=574971" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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