Welcome to Gaia! ::

Bang, bang, bang--reconstruction going on! Hopefully, there will be more art and more character-fleshing out soon. Please have patience.

Come in, come in out of the rain. Hang up your coat and take off your shoes--come flop on the soft couch over there and have a cup of hot cocoa. Welcome to the House of Mist.

A haven for foxes of all different backgrounds--whether they be conflicted AI, war-torn Spartan, or just a lost and wandering warrior. This is a safe place, a fortress, a house where any noodle can feel welcome.

General Information:
Name: You'll never know.
Aliases: Geyser Eelborn, Geyser, Gey
Gender: Female
Age: Can drink. Don't.
Quote: "...It makes sense in context."
Likes: RP, fantasy, sci-fi, Red vs. Blue, pirates, the ocean, storms, redwood forests, Transformers, bright/contrasting colors, robots, creepy stuff
Dislikes: N00bs, spoilers, purists
About: First started cruising the B/C in January '08; joined TLN in June or so of that year. I've somehow become an old-timer/regular in all that time! Became a colorist in July '11.

In real life, I'm now a college student in northern California. I'm studying marine biology, so as a science major, I really shouldn't be on Gaia as often as I am. I may be a little spotty on my time here, especially when I'm coloring or drawing.

In-character, I'm a chef at the Lucky Noodle Shop and use money from mysterious means to fund the House of Mist. Most of the residents either roll their eyes at me or dislike me, so I don't spend much time there.

Bilbo and Jacob suspect I'm a gym leader, for some reason.

The Environs
The House of Mist is named for the mist that rises in the meadow, for the mist that crawls across the river, for the mist that wanders through the trees. Flowing in front of the House of Mist is the Lung Yang River, a sprawling body of water that wanders its way down to the sea. It’s possible, if you start just before dawn, to row a canoe down the river to the sea and back again, finishing just after dark. With that in mind, a deck walkway leads to a dock where several boats are moored—small sail boats, a couple paddle boats, two canoes, and three kayaks. A boathouse to the south—downstream—holds the shells of more boats and those that are not set out. A few of the noodles enjoy spending time there. Off the dock is some good fishing; and the water is clear enough that parents don’t mind their children going for a swim. The river is widest just upstream of the House; in the center of this widening is a moon-shaped island called Dragon Island. Several groves of trees, pines mixed in with the deciduous trees, grow on the island, opening up in the center to a space with fallen logs ringing a campfire pit—those residents of the House without children meet there regularly to chat and sing.

On the other side of the river are the Lung Yang Woods—like the Dragon Island copses, these are deciduous trees such as sycamores, oaks, and a few other types mixed in with pines and the occasional fir tree. There are many plants there, too—manzanita shrubs along the top of hills and ridges and herbs growing everywhere, if you know where to look. Deer wander through the woods, birds sing in the trees. Above, raptors can be seen catching thermals, and the scurry of mice can be heard. At night, if one cares to stand still and silent enough, one can hear all sorts of animals—bugs, raccoons, possums, and other denizens of the night. The woods are alive—all the more alive for the Wilderness God living across the river.

A long ridge lines the river starting from the upstream end of the wide part of the river to half a mile downstream of the dock. At the widening of the river, the ridge rises to its highest point, dubbed Ranger’s Lookout by the residents. Beyond that is a shallow, bowl-shaped valley filled with more trees. Regular wildfires keep the woods airy, even in the valley. A pond in the middle is fed by a creek that trickles and gurgles its way from the hills surrounding the valley. Beyond that is more wilderness—wetlands here and there, woods almost everywhere—beauty all around. Further north—upstream—of the house by about three and half miles is a large, beautiful lake with even more good fishing to be had. Except for a brief portage, the lake is even accessible by the river by a series of streams and tributaries.

Back across the river, back towards the House of Mist, other buildings have popped up around the house—sheds, workshops, even a gazebo where some of the members of the House of Mist enjoy holding tabletop roleplaying games. Pi has a shed where she makes ceramics and houses her kiln; Pwn is building a mews for her falcons. Ebony has set up drying racks for herbs, and the Spartans long ago set up a target range where they practice their skills. They’ve also set up a garage with a couple vehicles: three Mongooses and a Warthog that lost its back gun. Bored and seeking to reconcile with her housemates, Eileen has set up a workshop where she is designing a new weapon for the stripped Jeep. Upstairs, Rebel's Ambition has set up a private workshop with a modest-size furnace and its own private generator; he now lives there and needs the energy for recharging at night. Most of these are by the north end of the house, where a road leads from the garage to the main path, which is just barely wide enough for the Warthog to drive down. In all, the surroundings of the House of Mist are a mixture of wild and tame, modern and ancient—a home.

The Pantry

Pfft. Mine now.



Jerk. Did I not specifically say that you get the last post on the page? mad

Mah poker buddies do wha' they want *SHOT*
Plus it says Gifts on high
That's for the Goddess. Duh. 8D

WHY WOULD THE GODDESS BE GIVING ME GIFTS?!

I hope you know, Pi and Foggy almost had heart attacks when they found aliens wearing bikinis in the pantry.



Why, hallo thar, too, Kaju! xDDDDDD




Ambrose: [Cackles] Why, it's Kaju and DJ in the pantry together! >D [Locks them in]

That wasn't nice. O.o

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