Jewell had thought up a plan to honor summer coming to an end and the beginning of fall. Sure, it was about a month off but it was never too soon to start a project.

She had spent a few hours with one of the local blacksmiths, plans sprawled out all over his table as she showed him exactly what she wanted to do. Arms spread wide and gesturing, it had taken some time for the thick-headed man to understand what she was trying to get at. He was a sword specialist and Jewell going on and on about bells had made little sense to him.

Once they had seen eye-to-eye she had told to come back in a weeks time and he'd have everything set for her. Then it was off to a clothe shop. Anyone passing by would have seen her leaning over the owner's counter, wagging her finger at the woman, "Listen, lady. I just want the scraps. They aren't worth anything to you anyways, they're too short to be lining dresses with. So, you give me the scraps and I won't burn down your place, okay?" The woman had finally nodded and smiled at Jewell- after an hour of politely telling her she would not give her any ribbon for free- and pushed over a boss of ribbon scraps in all colors.

Box of ribbon secured under her arm, she trotted back into the blacksmith's shop a week later. She had literally bounced up and down when she had seen what he had made for her- delighted at how well the bells had come out. He held one up and moved it back and forth, a sweet high-pitch ring coming forth. "Perfect!" She had paid the man his due before heading right for the clubhouse.

When she entered the grounds she peered about to make sure no one was there. It was unusually quiet, a gentle breeze blowing flower petals over Amthy's play area. Satisfied that no one would see her until she was already started she made for the first tree she saw. Having forgot to bring a ladder- or just to lazy to carry one- she climbed up it with a few bells and pieces of ribbon in hand. She only almost fell once.

Situated at a crook in the tree, Jewell started to string the bells with the ribbon. The blacksmith had even made a handy little loop ontop of the bells for her to put the ribbon through! She could kiss that man if he wasn't missing so many of his teeth and part of his tongue...and right finger. As it was, she opted to just sing quietly as hung the bells from different tree branches by different colored ribbons.

The catapult was in good shape even though Chris has neglected it for the better part of the last year. The bright yellow paint had faded somewhat to the constant glare of the sun and the "Hanover Pretzel" decals of his one time sponser had melted and become part of the wood itself. Still it could fling and the delivery man needed a short cut to the clubhouse.

The wooden contraption was placed in the precise spot where he could launch himself from this distance and land somewhere on the roof. It wasn't rocket science by any means. Chris had flung himself enough to know how fast and how far he would go. Just because he hadn't done it in awhile didn't mean mean bad things would happen. This was an art form and Chris was going to paint the sky. Again.

Touching a finger to his tongue then holding it up he tested the wind. It was to his back but not really strong enough to effect the launch in great detail. "Aight. Its go time."

"Wait...wait...wait." The caddy stepped up, waving his hands. "Let me get this straight. You are going to launch yourself in a catapult and it will be considered sucessful if you hit a roof of which you can't even see from here?"

"Uh...ya." Nodding.

"Oh. Okay. Can I have your truck when you die?"

"I aint gonna die dog! I'm just gonna pull this lever and fly." Said as he sat back into the cup of the catapult and reached for the lever. "See ya soon!" With that there was a loud snap and a blur as the delivery man shot through the sky.

"Far out."

It wasn't long into the flight that Chris realized his miscalculation, then not much longer after that he hit the tree. Hard. Crashing through the first line of branches he lost his shirt and a boot on impact, then continued to smack off the rest of them on his fall until a foot got caught, leaving him dangling there upside down. Swinging in the wind to the sound of bells he thought were in his head. "Ow."

He might have blacked out for a moment there, it was hard to tell, lets call it a slight delay. When he came to focus he was staring down into the green grass which still seemed pretty far away. There was a piece of his shirt, another piece over there, oh and look, a boot. Not far from the lost shoe he spotted Jewell and her position on the ground, even in his current state it was obvious that he was the cause of that display. Decides on the casual approach, upside down in a tree being as normal as waffles for breakfast.

"So..eh, hows it goin?" Awkward. "Nice day don't ya think? Nice weather." Already over compensating the conversation. "Sunny. Though I heard it might rain...don't quite remember who told me that but I did hear it. Rain is good...its good...for eh, trees and shite like that." It was about that time he noticed the blood dripping off his fingertips from the long journey down his arm from who knows where. "Quick question for ya. Do ya hear ringing? I think I may have hit my head." Gathering a look around as best he can from the current position. "Where am I again?"