Rekah is a chronic sleep-walker. It had subsided these past couple of years, but that was mainly due in part to Jasper.

But, now that she's back to sleeping solo and at Matadero the sleepwalking has started up again.

On the morning after Christmas....
She woke up in the sink.

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As witnessed here.

By about 1:00, a big lunch was set out for anyone who happened to be around to eat it. With the help of his mother, Salvador prepared Sopa de Avellanas, a simple glazed pear and spinach salad, and a cauliflower rice vegetable paella.

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Because in Spain, big lunches are big and the most important meal of the day. For dessert, there's still a lot of fruit around the apartment, because Rekah and her oranges! Likely still a lot of cookies and things from yesterday as well. Plenty of alcohol to choose leftover from the night before as well.

Still mostly leftovers on the menu at Matadero tonight, but Salvador's there and he made something new because variety. Not a big dinner, though. He made a Sauteed Swiss Chard with Raisins and Pine Nuts without the ham.

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Faye's efforts to learn a new skill this human-skin-wearing season have paid off! After many long hours of self-enforced captivity, she has completed a cat toy for Kavi. It is, of course, stuffed with catnip.

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This morning, Salvador caught his mother trying her hand at making croissants. Looks like she did a fairly good job. So he helped her make a fresh bowl of fruit salad. Plenty of leftover marmalade from when Rekah made it for Christmas is available. As well as coffee, tea, and freshly squeezed orange juice. Have they run out of oranges yet?

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After the morning run and breakfast, he's going to take a shower to discover Sabine's gag gift. It'll take him several minutes of poking at it and investigating before he figures out its magic. Though he'll laugh and find it amusing as hell, Sabine should now be prepared for war. Prank wars are about to happen.

Around noon today, Olaf (Evelyn's luggage, a Seward trunk covered in travel stamps) manifested on the kitchen counter and started knitting, evidenced by the two wooden pins that he "chewed" with his lid and lengths of brightly colored yarn. Periodically he disgorged a dishcloth and started on another.

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After creating four of the cheerfully patterned towels, Olaf disappeared in a cloud of blue and silver cotton balls.

For lunch today, Salvador made Roasted Asparagus and Tomato Penne Salad with Goat Cheese.

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Around 2am Sabine and Aoife went to Matadero. Just after sunrise they fell asleep in Sal's bed (and in he and Cane's clothes since they didn't have pajamas!) They will probably sleep in and when they wake up (if they are not woke up before), Sabine will go about cleaning as she usually does on Wednesdays and wash the borrowed clothes and bed items and put everything back how they found it.

If anyone goes on the roof, they may also find what looks like a tossed salad all over within a seven foot diameter around Nikky. Sabine wanted to see Nikky in action so she wanted to feed her meat. Being the vegetarian that she is, Aoife insisted on cabbage, carrots, and tomatoes because "meat grosses me out." Nikky did not like Aoife's idea or the girls throwing heads of cabbage at her. Or at least that is the conclusion they came to.

Faye keeps herself busy by baking and learning to cook other foods. Canaan's company and assistance is, of course, welcomed. On the lunch menu today is Oven "Fried" Pizza, with a variation on the preparation to exclude the use of a cast iron skillet.

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Unsurprisingly, she has no other plans for the day, and the Cajun is also welcomed to stick around for conversation as he so desires.

She made her presence known after a couple of days of radio silence. It wasn't much. She just walked around Matadero aimlessly. Then stuck a few stars to the wall. They formed the great constellation of 'Elviowien the Wise'**. A common constellation used for seafarers in order to find their western course.

Then she grabbed some food from the kitchen and wandered back into her room just as randomly as she emerged from it.


**Elviowien the Wise was an Elven mystic who some say helped settle the civil war in Gwyddno. But, history is a funny thing.

Salvador came home this morning and crawled immediately into bed, whereupon he slept until noon. For lunch, he whipped up a quick, simple recipe of Ajotomate Murciano served with some hard bread. For a little bit extra of something green and a step in the direction of eating meat again, he also made up some Avocado and Tuna Tapas. He was not in the mood for a big lunch.

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After "lunch," Salvador and Rekah had a conversation.

Evelyn brought two bottles of wine with her to spaghetti dinner, and on request from Sal, had prepared a story about her family.

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Around the time the second bottle of wine was opened, Evelyn began,

"Let me tell you the story of my grandnephew, Griffin Aloysius Bell, who broke eleven different laws and statutes on temporal displacement to hold me in his arms the day I was born.

"He's a time traveler who claims he was born in a time when people rapidly displacing themselves across time and space was perfectly ordinary. In my universe, time travel is heavily regulated as our time is a single stream and people, places and events can be violently altered, unmade or otherwise prevented by traveling into the past. We have firm barriers to prevent people from traveling too far back into the past, and most are not authorized to do it at all, and going beyond these barriers activate gargoyle-like robots that have been scattered throughout the timestream, which will then hunt you down and murder you. With lasers.

"But according to Uncle Griffin -- and yes, I call him Uncle Griffin because of his age -- he used to call me Aunt Evelyn at reunions because I'd get confused and cry --

"Anyhow. According to Uncle Griffin, he crossed the barriers on a bet, defeated the gargoyles with a rapier and his wits, and held me in his arms on the day I was born... and in the process, accidentally unmade his entire timeline, including his parents who will now never be born.

"Time travelers are dangerous, as Uncle Griffin's foolish bet showed. His ability to travel is now locked within a wristwatch, very similar to mine," and she flashed her own interdimensional wristwatch -- six hands, four clockwise, two counter-clockwise, all at different speeds, "and the Galactic Federation in our universe knows every time he jumps, both when and where, and posts an escort to him as soon as he stays put... and as I understand it from my father, they have also beefed up the time-gargoyles as an extra preventative measure.

"I have only traveled through time twice in my life. The second time was recently, with Pharlen, twenty years into RhyDin's past in a presumably isolated space, and it nearly killed me. But the first time?

"I was sixteen years old, and as happened the very many times my parents could not take care of me due to their research obligations to the Galactic Federation, I was sent to stay with Uncle Griffin, who could always make time for babysitting. I must have spent dozens of hours in his cluttered study as a girl, cluttered with everything he could get away with stealing from every corner of time and space in our universe. We'd drink espresso, or he'd drink espresso and I'd drink Spanish chocolate until I was a little older, and he'd teach me about time and space and we'd argue about Marxism and cultural hegemony, gender and feminism, anarchism, transcendentalism... That night I was sixteen, we were drinking espresso and talking about colonialism and the Spanish Empire, and suddenly... he stopped." She paused, smiled at the table, and continued,

"Then he did something very foolish. He asked if I would check the time, and so I took his watch to read it, not realizing that he was holding onto the end, or that he'd set it, until poof! We were in a white stone chamber, lit with four smoldering braziers cut into the floor. The room seemed empty at first, but there was a very old man in a lavender loincloth sleeping on a mat in the corner... Our arrival woke him up, but he just stared at us for a moment and went back to sleep. Uncle Griffin never explained why -- I never saw him after this day.

"I was too shocked by it all to be angry, so when he led me I followed him to the middle of the room, where the old man had been making a bitter chocolate drink. Then we sat and drank -- it was spicier than I thought it would be, but good -- and he showed me the Aztec symbols etched into the walls, and explained what they meant, and how chocolate was an ambrosia meant for the gods and no others.

"As he was saying this, I saw something very like a bird that was roosting in the corner, that definitely hadn't been there before. It had a brilliant emerald and fire and golden coat like the Aztec god Quetzalcoatl himself, but I realized it was a dinosaur, an archaeopteryx. Like Steve, and Robert," she added, for Sal and Rekah.

"The archaeopteryx stared at me, but my uncle didn't see it until I pointed it out and told him what I saw. Then he dropped his chocolate, knocked mine away too, and told me more fiercely than I'd ever heard him say anything, 'Take my hand, Evelyn!' And I did, and we vanished, back to his study and my own time.

"But he never explained any of that, either. As soon as we arrived, he packed his bag with a few things from his study, telling me to apologize to my parents on his behalf, and that he would be some time. Then there was a knock at the door -- his escort from the government, they announced themselves -- and he vanished.

"And I never saw him again.

"Curiously, though... curiously, I have seen an archaeopteryx in almost every universe I've visited since I first arrived in RhyDin. And it would not surprise me if I'd merely missed them in the universes where I can't recall seeing any at all.

"I wonder what that means."

This morning for breakfast at Matadero, Faye made a batch of Enriched Cream of Wheat with Egg and Vanilla to share with anyone who was about. Possibly even a couple of sleepy girls who may have presumably crashed in someone's bed.

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Some time after midnight, a tremor shook the grounds of Matadero. An actual, honest-to-goodness seismic event that made glasses rattle in the cabinets and chess pieces slide out of position on one of the boards.

The red vein-thin creeper vines that have steadily been growing on the property had an instant growth spurt, stretching up over the perimeter walls and foundations of the main building at an alarming speed of a few short seconds, creaking as they slithered and spread.

Despite the overwhelmingly cold temperatures of the Winter season, the atmosphere of the grounds just inside the perimeter walls has dropped to a steady 20 degrees colder than the rest of the world outside.

This change will remain in effect until further notice.

First thing this morning, Faye discovered Aoife sitting on the pantry floor, still. She quietly fixed a pot of tea, put it on a tray with a cup and some biscuits (with jam, honey, and butter on the side just in case), and left it on the floor beside her.

After her own breakfast, Faye got dressed. She actually put on warm woolen leggings and fur-lined winter boots. She wound a scarf she had crocheted herself around her neck, put on the new leather and fur-lined coat that Skid had brought her at the beginning of the season...

...and she left the grounds of Matadero.

At some point she'd lost track of time, her thoughts drifting from One to the Other. One to the Other. The pantry was still a dark place even with the lonely light of morning spilling across the floor from the opening she'd left, reaching for her feet. Not only dark, but cold. So cold that her breath made opaque shapes which hung in the air. Faye had drifted in with tea and biscuits, a silent and gentle reminder.

Long after the pot had gathered a chill and a few biscuits turned into crumbs, she broke through the stiffness that had settled into her bones and retreated to the kitchen setting the dishes in the sink. There was a slice of counter that faced the pantry door directly. It was the perfect place for a songbird perch. Still and serene, there and not, she sat with her hands in her lap where her fingers could gather sweater sleeves. Pull and release. Pull and release. She caught Faye's eyes just once before she left, the sound of the front door closing echoed quietly.

Time passed and the woman returned. Aoife watched her disappear into the pantry. Behind the door came a soft series of beeps and an air-tight hiss. She withdrew and melted into the house. Quiet footfalls had Aoife turning to stare down at a pair of gloves and slippers.

Time quaked as she stole minutes for a decision. The gloves were soft over her hands, the slippers too big. Pulling the pantry door wide, she stole inside and paused before the yawn of an opening that would take her into a malevolent part of his world. There were no beautiful windows there. Closing her eyes, she let the darkness swallow her whole. Down, down, down into a place where frigid air made ghosts of her breath and glacial fingers spread over her skin everywhere making it hard to breath.

Her lips moved as she counted each step, each ladder rung lost and left behind. All the way until the very bottom where she clung to a rail shivering.

"Amhr?n."

Her eyes were shut tight.

Faye's coat has been cleaned and sprayed with a protectant made just for suede. Sabine left it hanging in the pantry area after spending a good portion of her morning making sure that it was properly cleaned.


Faye,

The stains have been removed and the coat has been sprayed with a water repelling protectant which will help protect the suede should it need to be cleaned again in the future. Please do not wear it or get it wet for at least 10 to 12 hours from now. (It is 10:30am)

-Sabine

At approximately 8:00 AM, Salvador and Canaan arrived together to swoop in on the girls at Matadero and gather them up into respective cuddle bundles. More naps were in order for everybody due to late night activities on both sides. All four of them (Aoife and Sabine included) curled up on the giant king-sized bed in the upper level open master bedroom of the apartment and had many sleeps.

Lunch turned out to be a free-for-all of leftovers if anybody woke up in time. Otherwise there was probably much snacking.

Since he was home this evening, Salvador actually cooked dinner again for the first time in several days. Tonight's menu consisted of Greek Salad, Oven-Roasted Potatoes, andLemon Baked Chicken. This meal was ready by 7:00 PM for anyone who might have still been lingering about the premises.

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Salvador stayed in with his mother for the evening to catch up on talking and to finally play somebody at a game of chess who actually presented a challenge.

Kavi has reappeared at Matadero, soaking wet and immediately devouring anything left in her food dish.

Upon discovering the presence of Olaf the sentient Seward trunk, and after breakfast, Faye collected herself a pillow and her selection of crochet supplies. She set the pillow on the floor in front of the luggage, sat down cross-legged upon it, and proceeded to join the 'creature' (for lack of a better word) in some silent yarn-work camaraderie.

Though she is perfectly comfortable with prolonged periods of silence, it is also a well known fact that Faye has become everybody's resident therapist as well, and therefore engages the Seward trunk in conversation that will perhaps help it work through its problems with Evelyn.

She also indulges Olaf's comforts by giving him a fond pat and scratch under the lid here and there, as the note suggests.

Whenever she made it back after the Beach Party adventure it's a sure bet she would snag the octopus beanie.

At some point during the second day of Olaf's ongoing tiff with his -- owner? partner? companion? friend? whatever his relationship with Evelyn Augusta Bell had become -- he built a spiderweb.

He had spent the entire night chewing thoughtfully (both metaphorically and literally) on the challenging combination of yarn colors gifted by Skid. The apparent solution had been to wind them together into thick cords of 'webbing' stretching from a ceiling light to either end of the back of the couch. They were also strong enough to support his weight with scarcely any give, and he sat in the middle like a great rectangular spider, staring at everyone coming and going.

"Cane your nipple just winked at me. Make it stop." Rekah went back to covering her eyes.

Chuckling, Salvador shoved his arms under Cane's to wrap his chest up with his arms.

She heaved a sigh of relief.

"You might as well get used to them, amiga. I've decided that from now on, whenever Cane stays over, he's not allowed to wear clothes." At all. What?

Canaan grinned, mostly to himself but he did shoot a glance up at Rekah. Wait, what? "Hey now. Dere's a crap ton 'a people at'cher house all da time." Maybe not all the time, but there was always someone coming and going! Not to mention Faye.

"Oh. Good, I won't be the only one! It's lonely being the solitary naked person," Rekah replied.

"So? Rekah ne--" See!? Salvador pulled one hand away from man-boob to gesture at her.

"He could wear that red thong I found in his closet if you have guests over." Micah offered helpfully.

Canaan pointed a hand at Micah and laughed. "You ain' helpin'!"

Micah beamed at Cane.

"Hmm. Thong." Daydreaming a moment. Lookit that wicked smile on the Spaniard's face.

"See? Sal likes it." Micah gestured to him.

With Micah's direction, the elder Cajun craned his neck around to peer at him.

"No thongs." Said Rekah decidedly. "Just be naked. It's just better."

"Just naked is better." When Cane craned his neck so he could see, Salvador tipped his head the other way so the man could better see the deviousness in his smile.

"It's true."

Salvador sighed. "You wouldn't do it, though." Challenge presented.

That devious smile had done quite a bit to sway his decision, but not enough. Canaan continued to peer at Salvador, a somewhat embarrassed smile on his face until the Spaniard offered up the challenge. It was his one weakness. Well, one of two. The other was pretty girls. "Goddamn you." He turned away and elbowed Sal lightly.

Oh how Salvador smiled. His arms slid back across Cane's chest to squeeze him while he leaned in to press a long, loud, obnoxious kiss on the man's cheek. "You love me."

"Yeah," he nodded. Both hands moved to rest on Salvador's knees. "I do, indeed." Then he cast a squint in Rekah's direction. "Now, y'all's jes' gonna have ta get used ta Jean Claude an' VanDayum bein' on display all da time."

"Can we put band aids over your nipples?"

"No." An immediate retort from the Spaniard. He put his chin to Cane's shoulder, face mostly angled toward and touching the man's neck.

"It's all 'r not'in, cher!" Hell, if he was going to be naked, then Rekah had to see his nips.

"Fine then!!"

And thus was born a new house rule. Be ye warned, the Cajun is henceforth buck-naked when inside the walls of Matadero. It should be noted he's got some ink there on the left cheek. A lovely drawing of a heart next to some man-bits. If asked about it, he'll tell you he lost a bet and say nothing more.

Beginning last night, Sinjin has been staked out inside one of the two pillow forts now inside Matadero. Passerbys (including Kavi) will be subject to pillow assault if they don't pay a toll. The toll is variable.

Cane will be laughed at if he walks by.

From 1:30 to 5:30 in the afternoon, Salvador was not in the building, but he came back home to assault the forts again for a little while, and then make dinner for anyone who was about: Arroz Empedrat, aka: pebbled rice, and Salm?n con Salsa de Azafr?n.

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As per usual, dinner was ready by about 7 o'clock. He left to likely go dueling afterward.

Rekah slept in Olaf's web and was gone by early morning.

She left a note on the counter.

'I'm back. Penelope lent me her voice. Watch out for Esmeralda.'

Around 4:30pm Cane arrived at Matadero carrying Rekah who had a broken arm and a recent stab wound. Neither seemed too fussed about it, so it must not have been a big deal. He broke house rule number one to focus on fitting Rekah with a cast, then set her up in bed to sleep for a while. After she was out, he asked either Sinjin or Faye to make sure she got some food in her when she woke up because she lost a lot of blood.

She showed back up in Matadero some time in the early morning. There were a few hours that she slept in her room. But, she ended up in Olaf's web by dawn.

If asked where she'd been she just say she had an appointment with a man about a horse.

After the events yesterday it is a safe bet that she slept into the early afternoon.

Saturday. January 17, 2015. 3:00 AM.

Salvador dropped in on Matadero in the wee early hours of the morning, still riding a ferocious pixie dust overdose high, returning briefly from dueling to show off his new "pet"! While at the Annex the night before, he had called dibs on a dead cat from Jesse, a prize which Olaf (Evelyn's sentient Seward trunk) then turned into a cybernetic life form. He spent about half an hour showing off Dead Cat, and trying to keep it from killing Kavi, before taking it down into the Basement and setting it loose to play with Grumples, Snubs, and Daisy. Then he left to go spend the night (or rest of the morning, as it were) with Canaan.

Much later that same day, at approximately 5:00 PM he came back home from spending the day with the Cajun looking pale and exhausted. He crawled into wherever Sin was to extra nap on him for about an hour before fixing dinner. He spent the rest of the evening in the sinner's company and probably fell asleep on him somewhere before midnight rolled around.


Sunday. January 18, 2015.

Feeling much refreshed the next morning, breakfast was a light affair of toast and jam, coffee and tea between he and his mother and anyone else who wanted to sit around with them. He hung around the entire day doing pretty much nothing but chilling with Sin while he was reading. Come lunchtime, however, he felt like cooking again, and whipped up a variation of a Seafood Paella and a Catalonian Salad to go along with it, because he likes his salads.

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Sabine did not show up today at Matadero. She is also not answering her phone or door.

Salvador has declared this day a Stay Home day. He's been in at Matadero since 9:30 last night.

Breakfast was a light jam and toast with coffee day. Nothing spectacular whipped up in the Delahada kitchen on this lazy Sunday morning.

For Lunch, however, Salvador and his mother prepared some homemade dumplings and a variation on some healthy vegetable fried rice.

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After lunch, Salvador passed out on the couch for a few hours, quite possibly bored with whatever Sin was reading.

Dinner consisted of leftovers from the previous days. Lazy Sundays include doing very little cooking.

Shortly after nine o'clock in the evening, he got swept up in a text exchange game that went on until midnight. This included taking a snapshot of Kavi's butt and, later, a close-up of his mouth pretend kissing his phone camera.

After midnight, he had gone up to the roof, and shortly thereafter disappeared from the property. Quite likely he spent the night at someone else's house.

Monday. January 26, 2015.

Salvador popped back in at Matadero around noon with a couple of large paper shopping bags full of books. He had stopped off at a store after his morning run to purchase a wide variety of topic selections to help keep his avid reader mother busy in her downtime from teaching herself to crochet.

Then he cooked lunch...


After lunch, he took a tape measure to the southwest wall of the great room just by the entryway into the wrap around hall, the southeast wall of the great room, and the bit of wall under the bend in the stairs just south of the pantry. Then he spent some time sitting up on the catwalk drawing up some rough draft sketches of ideas on where to add in a book shelf.

Not that he would ever read any of the books he bought, personally, but a place to store them for guests might not be a bad idea.


By seven o'clock he reheated some leftovers for dinner and then went out for the night. Word was he'd intended to attend a challenge match as a spectator...

Salvador has been absent from the property since after dinner on the night of the 27th. All day Wednesday, he was not at all at Matadero.

As per a series of warning texts sent to Sinjin the evening of the 28th, Evelyn August Bell's companion sentient Seward trunk arrived somewhere in the upper level apartment at approximately a quarter after eleven o'clock.

Some time after midnight on the rollover into the 29th, it is rumored that Taneth dropped in on Matadero to "snuggle" with her "Boobie" and Olaf the sentient Seward trunk in the enormous king sized bed in the second level of the loft.

Per Taneth's request, Salvador returned sometime before sunrise to prepare a very big breakfast consisting of a traditional Spanish Omelet with sliced tomatoes on the side, an assortment of cheeses (some grated in bowls), a platter of fresh fruit, an assortment of baked goods, a platter of bacon and sausages and ham steaks, jams and jellies and butters for spreading, freshly brewed coffee, a variety of hot teas to choose from, and juices too. Honey, maple syrup, and other condiments were also made available. As per a secondary request, he also busted out the waffle iron to make some of those from homemade batter!


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At eleven o'clock this evening, three dinosaurs tended by three small construction robots arrived at Matadero to stay in the basement, per Evelyn's agreement with Sal. Evangeline the triceratops was not among them.

At eleven thirty, Olaf arrived. He did not respond to any stimuli or give any indication that he was anything other than a normal piece of luggage.

Saturday, 31 January 2015

As requested by Evelyn, Jewell reluctantly brought Evangeline to Matadero early Saturday afternoon. She probably would not have returned the dinosaur at all except for Ishmerai's insistence that they had no place to keep here--"We can make room," Jewell had replied sulkily--and the fact that she didn't exactly want to mess with Evelyn after the woman had displayed an uncanny ability to pop back to life and carry around weapons like death rays.

Having not been granted access to Matadero, Jewell stood outside and stroked Evangeline's rough, textured hide while she waited for someone to allow the dino entrance. The cold winter breeze stirred the blue ribbons now tied to the triceratops' horns.

Again, the master of the house has been absent from the property for several days. Salvador left when his mother got in the evening of the 29th around 8:00 PM to attend the Old Market challenge as a spectator. Eye witnesses report he left the Arena shortly after the completion of that match, in the company of Canaan Devillier.

He was not present during the time in which Olaf arrived and was dealt with by his mother. He was not present during the time in which Jewell Ravenlock delivered Evangeline the triceratops to the gates of Matadero. He did not return at all until approximately 7:30 PM the evening of the 31st.

And that is when he discovered the nonresponsive, very familiar looking Seward trunk acting as a new decoration in his apartment's great room. Otherwise undisturbed since his mother had moved Olaf away from the door, Salvador went a step further. He dug up a real fur blanket, pulled the luggage away from the couch, laid the blanket down, and situated Olaf back atop of it in the same position to better ensure his not catching a chill.

Salvador then gave the trunk a fond pat and went about his business harassing anyone who was at home, particularly Sinjin. He spent the evening and entirety of Sunday morning at home.

Sabine arrived at Matadero later than normal, by a few hours. Whomever was home would also be subjected to her singing love songs and randomly twirling around and dancing with a broom and a mop.

Monday. March 9, 2015.

This morning, should Sabine show up for work, she will find a classic brown paper shopping bag sitting on the kitchen island, folded shut with a note stapled to it to help keep it closed. The note reads as follows:


campanilla -

please give this to fin

tell him to hang it on the wall

over his bed above his head

don't tell him it's from me

not a gift this is important

thanks

- sal


Inside the bag is this:

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And an extra note that reads as follows:

to help you with your nightmares

This note is not signed.

At about four in the afternoon, Sabine showed up at Matadero and went straight to the catwalk where she sat down cross-legged and just stared out of the window for several hours. If anyone spoke to her, she would just reply with nods but not make any eye contact. The only person who might be able to get words from her would be Sal, if he came home.

After Faye retreats back into her room for the night, Sabine finally ate something for the first time today, sucked in her bottom lip, and wrote a note that was slipped beneath Faye's door.

It simply said:

"Thank you."

And then she went home.

Sometime late Monday night after the stars had been told their stories and secrets were shared, hidden for safe keeping, a songbird drifted onto the grounds and inside beneath the cover of shadows and night. She ghosted into Faye's room and curled up at the end of her bed, asking for a tale of her own.

Spring would arrive at the end of the week taking Faye and her words with it. There was so little time for the dreamer to add them to her nest.

Aoife slipped away come the early signs of dawn for the shore of a beach to sing with the sun as it rose. Before the bright rays could stretch far enough to touch the house that slept there, she disappeared through a Passage to lose herself in a forest.

Today, after spending the morning at the gym, Canaan stopped by Matadero around lunchtime to see if Rekah was home. When the Cajun didn't find his best adventure buddy, he sneaked into her room and left a sticky note on her nightstand which was tucked under the edge of a little mason jar holding a button bouquet.

The note reads,

Rekah. I miss your face.
All of you, really. I'm about
to start my candy business
back up, can't wait to tell you
all about it when I see you
again. -Cane

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At approximately a quarter to three in the morning on the 10th of April, a small group of vagabonds descended upon the upper level apartment of Matadero bearing a large selection of paintball guns and ammunition. Not to mention copious amounts of alcohol.

Salvador Delahada, Canaan Devillier, and Crispin Ashwood for certain engaged themselves in a late-night paintball war event that wound up destroying the apartment as a present to Sabine Gabrielle (who also participated in the shenanigans) so that she had an epic cleaning challenge to deal with in the morning. Between Sal and Cris, much parkour awesomeness was involved in places as well.

Nikky was fed a stray dog so that their wild and crazy fun times could extend up onto the roof without risk of any of them being eaten by the murderous, giant, mutant cape sundew.

Anyone with a key who might have showed up was encouraged to pick up a gun and join in! Fair warning was tossed out to beware the Cajun who was set on only aiming crotch shots at anyone who happened to pass him by.

Some time before sunrise they exhausted their ammunition and themselves. Word is that Cris snuck out to return home with a big old smile on his face. Cane and Sal hogged the giant bed and may have allowed Sabine to cuddle with them. Maybe. Okay they're totally suckers and obviously did.

Mid-morning, Canaan showed up at Matadero and convinced Sabine they needed to go on vacation. She wanted a night of dancing? Well how about several of them? In Paris? Yes? Peace out, Rhydin!

A note was left under a green apple on the otherwise empty island counter in the kitchen.

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Thursday. May 21, 2015.

Tonight, Salvador is hosting a small dinner party in his apartment for himself, Canaan Devillier, Crispin Ashwood, Leena Vincent, Sabine Gabrielle, and Jacob Tucci.*

Rumor has it that Crispin's experience with food variety is very limited, and so Salvador invited him over to experiment. Knowing how much Cane and Sabine love food, too, he extended the invitation to them, and then thought "what the hell; let's turn this into a triple date night at my place."

On the menu are a variety of semi-traditional Spanish tapas, or what other cultures might consider "finger foods." Salvador will have explained that usually tapas are consumed before dinner, which in Spain isn't often until much later in the evening (about 9:00), but for this gathering he was willing to turn it into a meal with an all out spread set out on the center kitchen island.

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What was presented, he will have further explained, is only a limited selection of the hundreds of available options that people might make. And yes those are quail eggs on the right. Mm mm.

Though guests were encouraged to bring their own booze, there are also a couple bottles of Albari?o wine available to indulge in. And of course he made a fresh pot of coffee. There's also tea, likely an Aoife made blend.

Between Sal, Cane, and Sabine there was likely a lot of talk about the duels. After dinner, it was suggested they all go cut each other up at the Arena.



(( *If the writers of these characters so choose, they may add something to this thread to reflect their activity during this temporary event. ))

Sunday, May 24

Between 6:45 and 7am, Cris arrived at Matadero to make use of Salvador's roof and a weapons room downstairs that he'd been told was fully equipped enough to make him drool.

He did not leave until well after noon.

Left on the counter after she cleaned today was the following card for Sal:

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Sal and Cris dropped in on Matadero this afternoon after their morning parkour session. Salvador whipped up a quick lunch of Ensalada de Mejill?n, Granadas y Semillas de Lino, and texted Cane to join them because he knew the Cajun would never forgive him for making something with pomegranate to eat without him.

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In the spirit of Medicine for Sabine after her long night of tearing through the Matadero Tunnels, Salvador made churros and Spanish hot chocolate this morning for breakfast after rescuing her from the scary catacombs. Comfort food to settle the stomach with and refresh her human mind.

Rare treat this morning at Matadero. This menu actually includes meat! For Sabine and Canaan and himself, Salvador whipped up some good old-fashioned steak and eggs, with his own twist. For extra iron intake he also threw together a Spinach, Mushroom and Cheese Breakfast Casserole. Unlike the other two, he awoke energized and refreshed after a night of hunting and had a lot of energy to burn cooking.

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Also available were an assortment of summer fruits, and of course fresh brewed coffee.

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As of a day prior, Sinjin's presence has become a regular staple around Matadero again, particularly early in the mornings and very late in the evenings, and mostly on the rooftop garden.

Kavi has disappeared.

For the whole of Tuesday, September 22nd, and on into the night, any visitors to Matadero were able to hear a rare treat. In addition to the sounds of a guitar wafting from the master bedroom through the apartment very nearly all day, the Cajun's voice could be heard on occasion singing along to the music.

The songs were an even mix of old and new, English and French; most recognizable and a few that no one but Sal would have ever heard before as they were original compositions.

As of late Wednesday evening, the 18th of November, the remodeling project of Matadero's apartment guest bathroom has been completed. Since then it has seen quite a bit of use.

The previous centerpiece of the antique claw foot bathtub has been replaced entirely with a new, modern sunken tub that is level with the freshly tiled floor. Upon entering from either the east great room or west guest hallway, the tub is centered directly in the middle of the spacious room. The tub is large enough to nearly be considered a very small swimming pool and can fit at least six people comfortably.

A high ceiling cuts through the unused space of a potential second level and a new sky light has been installed, its thick glass hidden somewhere in the rooftop garden above but allowing in ample sunlight during the day, making the alternative electric lighting wholly unnecessary.


(( General conception can be seen in the design of Sunken Tub by Ludovica and Roberto Palomba but with the addition of jets as seen here. ))

THIS MORNING AT MATADERO
December 10, 2015

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As promised to Rekah by Salvador, the kitchen is filled with heaping stacks of both waffles AND pancakes. All of team Deathcake, plus some, are invited over to celebrate Rekah's victory in the Iron Fist bout against Claire last night, as well as the entire team winning every single Iron Fist matchup in the first seven weeks preceding playoffs!

A variety of syrups are available. Fresh fruit and juices as well. There is also coffee, tea, and thick Spanish hot chocolate. Various fruit jams and jellies (especially grape), chocolate chips, whipped cream, and whatever hotcake or waffle toppings people can dream up are set out on the kitchen island. Everybody is free to pile their plates high and pig out. And because he owns a slaughterhouse specializing in pork, there is also bacon.

Salvador will not be eating as his special seasonal dietary limitations prevent him from partaking of this particular meal. However, he subdued Nikky, the monstrous cape sundew lurking in the central greenhouse at the top of the spiral staircase, to allow guests unhindered access to the rooftop gardens during their visit.

January 23rd, 2016

At around 8:32pm, Skid arrived outside of Matadero. He had with him a moving van, and a whim that simply had to become reality.

After a couple of hours of work, and far too much meticulous unfolding and refolding of sheets and cases, the entire ground level and most of the second level of Matadero had been replaced (i.e. covered by) king-sized mattresses. Their bedspreads were alternating in color between black and white, creating a chessboard pattern all along the floor.

They were cut where necessary (around the base of the kitchen island, for example) and the fitted sheets had somehow been able to account for it. The important thing is, atop all of that was a truly ungodly amount of pillows in either plain black or white covers.

The furniture that had previously decorated the spaces was nowhere to be found. For now.

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As of Monday morning, January 25th, the mess of mattresses Skid created still remains. Have fun with that, Sabine! Speaking of her, there's a note on the counter with her name on it. There is a second note folded up even smaller inside the first with Skid's name on it. The first reads as follows:


Sabine -

Please give this note to Skid. Or pass along the message.
See you in the spring. Don't worry about us. Have fun.

Do me a favor and keep an eye on Sin for me, will you?

- Sal


The second note for Skid reads thusly:


Peluche -

Off to Spain with Canaan. Be back before spring. Relying
on you to keep everything in order while I'm gone.

Be sure to make messes for Sabine from time to time. She
needs to be kept busy.

Don't let Sin wallow. Remind him how to have fun, will you?

Love you.

- Sal

ps: I left you something
awful in the basement.


On the nightstand in the master bedroom, not plugged in at all, are both Cane and Sal's horrifically bedazzled cell phones. They will remain there until otherwise noted or they return from their vacation. Whichever comes first.

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Likely any incoming calls will go directly to voicemail for them both, for a time. (See the Voicemail Index at the start of the Technolag?a Redux thread should you desire to use that for story writing purposes.) Texts will eventually assault them in rapid succession when they reclaim their phones. The devices will vibrate or chirp uncontrollably until the batteries run out.

Salvador and Canaan are nowhere to be found and will not be seen at Matadero, or anywhere else in Rhydin, for at least a month.


The "something awful in the basement" mentioned in Salvador's note to Skid happens to be a pair of Poros freshly purchased/adopted from New Haven.

Monday! March 28, 2016.

Tonight on the menu at Matadero, Salvador has prepared Asparagus and Mozzarella Stuffed Chicken Breasts with an extra side of Roast Potatoes.

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He's expecting specific company, but drop-ins are welcome to join in, as always. Expect wine and booze and stories! As an extra treat, though he didn't make himself, for dessert there is some lemon cake that he found at a local bakery.

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Monday. April 11, 2016.

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MYSTERIOUS PACKAGE LEFT ON THE KITCHEN ISLAND!!!

WITH SABINE'S NAME ON IT!!

On a folded in half piece of card stock. The inside of the little
card reads:


Saw these and thought of you. - Sal


Inside the box within the brown paper packaging, carefully
rolled in cloth to keep them from rattling around and getting
dinged up too bad, are the following:

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As promised, after their sparring session Friday at noonish,
Sal made lunch for both Sabine and Cane.
Grilled Turkey and Ham Sandwiches!

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The morning of Friday, December 29, 2017, after having an Empress over for the night, involving music and cuddles and much needed sleep. Salvador rose early, before sunrise as usual. He prepared a fresh pot of his signature best coffee and heated the kettle for tea (some of Aoife's special blends). Freshly squeezed orange juice was also made available. He made breakfast for Jewell and Cane, consisting mostly of pancakes (which rumor has it he's amazing at making, and may have showed off a little flipping them in the pan), per request. A variety of jams (apple, orange, strawberry and blackberry) were set out along with butter and maple syrup. He also prepared a plate of avocado and tomato slices, mostly for himself to go on his toast. And because he owns the Matadero Meat Company, which currently specializes in pork products, he was certain to fry up some bacon, especially for his Cajun.