Thread: *Bez Soznaniya Krasa* Mistik Refuge (BurningWillows & Georgie_Leech)

Dr. Drew A. Mor blinked blearily at the alarm clock flashing its insistence that it was 600 AM and it was time for him to get ready for the day. The rising sun, normally an invigorating sight shining through the window, was hidden by an overcast sky this chilly morning. Groaning, he shut off the alarm and groggily got up, putting on his silver glasses. The cabin Mor slept in was a simple one his bedroom held only his bed and a few personal items on a lone shelf, including a small picture of a smiling woman and a young child, and his small oak bonsai a door led to a small kitchenette and living area, where he kept a few books, a simple wooden chair, and a reading lamp. The kitchenette was stocked in turn with a small stove top which he turned on to boil water for coffee, a small sink, and a small cabinet where he kept a few morning essentials, like his toothbrush, tooth paste, and ground coffee and filters. He didn't need to keep any food on hand he could eat in the mess hall like everyone else. After he poured himself a mug of coffee, he pulled his chair out onto the small, east-facing front porch. Built on a small rise, the cabin was ideally situated to let Mor watch the sunrise as he did every morning. Or at least try to, he thought to himself. He was being uncharitable the mornings were often dreary, but the sky usually cleared up quickly enough. Sure enough, by the time he was done his coffee the horizon had cleared enough to send golden rays filtering through the clouds. Already perking up, Mor felt a growing sense of pride as he surveyed the sight before him. When he had first purchased the land a scant four months ago, Shady Acres Campground had barely deserved the name. The ramshackle main building had been mostly scrapped only the basement and foundation had been kept, with a new, larger building done in large cedar logs in its place. A mess hall had been constructed not far from it. Gravely campsites had been replaced with a variety of more appealing fixtures one area held a green house, another a small garden, yet another boasted freshly planted saplings. Pathways of packed dirt connected the various areas, one leading off to the country road in the distance, another leading in the opposite direction, where it met with and followed the meandering course of the river. That particular path quickly became a hiking trail, leading off up the hills and through the covering forest to the waterfall that fed the river. The land was far enough from Toronto that the sprawl couldn't be seen at this distance. Mor had seen the potential in the area going unused. What had previously been drab and uninspiring was now Mistik Refuge, a haven from city life and a return to a more relaxed lifestyle. Though small in capacity, Mistik promised rejuvenation and restoration to those that stayed. Or at least, that's the idea. Mor hadn't yet attracted much interest from those he was hoping would stay so far at least, the only guests had been a self-declared Medium and the current guests, a trio of hippies that were passing through. Ah, there's no point in being gloomy. The sun is shining, birds are singing, clichs are...clich-ing. There's still plenty of work I can get done. Mor had a feeling today was going to be a good day.