#rp: between the night and the morrow

[stewardofmidgar]

between the night and the morrow

things that are hard to hear. || {open}

@warofthebeasts said:

❝ i don’t want to do this anymore. ❞ 

He’d been called out to Wutai, ostensibly to look over potential locations for mako reactors. Reeve had a sinking feeling, however, that he’d been sent mostly to see how successful the war was going now that Sephiroth was on the field.

He was roughly twelve, if Reeve remembered his briefing right.

Twelve years old, still tacky with blood from the latest sortie (the latest slaughter), one small hand clinging so tightly to his wrist Reeve thought it would bruise.

Sephiroth was uncanny; between the silver hair and those glowing mako eyes, Reeve was put in mind of the faerie stories his nan used to tell him when he was a child.

But Sephiroth wasn’t a Changeling; wasn’t a fae child left in place of a human one. He’d been made.

But he was still a child.

“...okay,” said Reeve, and wondered how far he’d make it with the boy, if they tried to run.

[anonysaurusrexie]

A Scene w/ Chibs

Characters: Filip “Chibs” Telford x reader Summary:  This is my first attempt at fanfic period and this started as smut with a song and it’s ending as fluff. To my credit, I’ve done better RPs. I’m trying my best... may the fanfic gods have mercy on my soul.

Prompts:

“I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.” “Are you going to keep pacing outside my door, or are you coming in?”

mo ghràidh - “my love” in Scots Gaelic

In all the wildest dreams from your girlhood, none of them included falling in with a biker gang. The plan was to move West and try to make something of yourself as a creative. What mattered was leaving everything you knew behind and making it big so you could rub in the face of everyone back home. Call it part fresh start, call it part wishful thinking... somewhere along the way your dreams broke down alongside the shitbox that carried you cross country. It was a matter of coincidence that that your luck ran out in the lot of Teller-Morrow... and often enough for Gemma to take a real shining to you while lost in conversation while the boys tried to save a car that wanted to die. The universe has a funny way of putting you right where you need to be, don’t it?

You had caught the eye of the haggard faced mechanic stealing glances whenever he’d pass by the window that separated the office from the garage. Gemma would dismiss his glances with a shut of the blinds to the garage bay, reassuring you Chibs was harmless. As her invitation to one party turned into more, you discovered a grain of truth in her words beneath the veneer tht protected the finer aspects of club business from outsiders. Of the brothers you had befriended, his mannerisms were never untoward and he had the air of a gentleman behind those scars in his dealings with you, just... with your looks? Being ogled either opened the door to heartbreak or to something scarier. It was much easier to present yourself with a face of stone and hoped it was enough to shrink you to the point you weren’t taking up space on anybody’s radar. 

Yet Chibs' patience matched his persistence and with time, you found his brogue and charm irresistible. No longer could you be mistaken for a croweater or sweet butt, the two of you were an item, untouchable by the rest of the club. Though you loathed how cheesy it sounded in your head, it had begun to feel like having the other half to make you whole with him at your side or in your bed. But whether it was business that got in the way or things didn't work out, it felt like falling apart as quickly as you came together. 

You kept your word to remain amicable after your separation. What other choice did you have being a constant due to your friendship with the Queen of SAMCRO? It didn't make seeing him any easier when you could still feel the tension between the two of you. To come to the parties at Teller-Morrow and see the Sons while the wounds of your break-up were still fresh were almost your undoing. It would seem your old flame shared a similar feeling. His disappearing act when you arrived turned to stares of longing from across the room until you found your place behind the bar pouring shots and serving up pints. What should have brought relief from the six-foot-tall, couple-hundred pound gorilla in the room made you ill at ease each time your eyes met. You had seen him in the arms of a croweater on occasion but the look in those dark brown pools spoke to something more going on beneath the surface until during one drunken night of revelry... you had no choice but to slip from behind the bar when he wasn’t looking and disappear further into the clubhouse.

Letting the door to the stockroom slam shut behind you, you squeezed your eyes shut and ran your fingers through your hair as you tried to clear your head. The darkness behind your eyelids was enough to calm the storm of emotion brewing in your head. Had breaking up with Chibs been a mistake? Did he still want you? Was it possible you still wanted him? You dragged your hands down your face before you took a deep breath from your nostrils and let it out hiss from between your lips. Only a moment or two later, you could hear the heavy thudding of boots trailing down the hallway. One door opened after another, the footsteps shuffling at times... those boots belonged to an inebriated owner- that much was for certain. But did you want to leave your sanctuary and discover who those steps belonged to?

"Lass, are ye alright in there?" The drunken slur of Chibs trickled through the door to your ears, the breath you weren't aware you were holding in escaping in a huff. "Cannae hear what you said, dove... ye left the bar quick, I was afraid I upset ye." 

You hesitated as you looked at the door and ran over a thousand possible responses in your head before staying quiet. Chibs began to pace as he awaited a response, steps trailing from one side of the door to the other... and, after a brief pause, beginning his trek anew.  Seconds turned into what felt like hours with the wooden door between the two of you before you couldn't take it.

“Are you going to keep pacing outside my door, or are you coming in?”

"Wha', lass?"

"I said are you going to keep pacing or are you going to come in?" “Oh,” Chibs mumbled drunkenly before you heard his hand press on the doorknob, twisting before he could push the door and make it give way to the woman that waited for him inside.

And just like that... there the two of you were, standing the closest you had been face to face in months. The two of you were speechless as you scanned each other's faces, uncertain of who would make the first move to break the silence between you two. Chibs buried his face into his elbow as he went through a coughing fit, swallowing the lump in his throat as he turned his face reddened from the alcohol he'd been consuming all evening... back to you.

"What was all that back there, lass?" Chibs waved his hand to the door at his back. "Ye were at the bar when I looked down and when I looked back up, all I saw was yer back disappearing down the hallway."

Fuck. He'd seen you leave the bar, even if just in passing.

"I'm... I'm fine, Filip," You said as you dragged your hand down the side of your face. "I needed to step away for a moment to, uh... to check to see if we had anymore beer in the back."

Chibs furrowed his brow, the booze in his system not enough to prevent him from catching you in a lie. Fuck, again.

"Was it because o' me, Y/N?"

The silence presented him with the opportunity to close the distance between the two of you, stopping before the point where he could touch.

"...Y/N, lass."

"Yeah," You stammered as you turned your gaze to the floor, too nervous to look him in the eye until you heard his sharp exhale.

"Letting you go was a mistake, mo ghràidh," Chibs replied as he reached out with trembling hand to caress the curve of your cheek with his knuckles. You could feel your shoulders tremble at his touch, closing your eyes for a moment as how much you'd missed this came back to you. "Filip," You cleared your throat and opened your eyes, casting your gaze at him to catch him flinch at the sound of his name. "The secrets, the fights... the distance between us... I don't know that I can do this again. We made the right choice." "Y/N," Chibs spoke as tears began to bud at the corners of his eyes, his voice cracking. “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you..."

"And I'm tired of wanting things I can't have, Filip... I don't want part of you, I've wanted all of you from the start. What are we going to fix that we haven't already fought over?"

You could feel your chest spasm, drawing a sharp breath through your nostrils as Chibs took you in his arms and pressed his face into your neck.

"Aye, love... I know, I know," Chibs crooned as he stroked your hair while he held you. That tenderness in his touch had been another thing you missed and you closed your eyes, allowing yourself a moment to guiltily savor this as you wrapped your arms around his back. "Ye deserve better than me staring across the clubhouse thinking of all the ways I fooked this up... please, come home and let me make this right.”

[brotherhoodofvalor]

Alliance Job Faire BBQ here is the Map of the evening! September 18th at 6:00pm WRA

What foods are up for grabs?

Hotdogs, Kodo Beef Burgers, Kodo Steaks, Westfall Chicken, Pulled BBQ Boar Meat. Boar Tenderloin! The members of Brotherhood of Valor and Stormwind City Watch will be providing the food, Dyllie Tinkerbang has cookies themed after members from the guilds hosting the event!

Stormwind City Watch Cookies

The Blue Hat - Terran is known for his blue hat, get a sweet molasses cookie shaped like the famous blue hat

The Salty Morrow - The cookie looks like a little worgen head, it is salted caramel flavor

Cup of Keith - A chocolate cookie shaped like a coffee mug, with an espresso frosting inside

The Songheart - A sugar cookie that looks like a little bucket, that is frosted with colors of there tabard

Brotherhood of Valor Cookies

The Lyanna - Caramel flavored shortbread cookie with apple jam on the top, taste like a caramel apple The Cookie Engineer - A raspberry lemonade flavored pinwheel cookie that is rainbow color The Sternguard - Chocolate Chip Cookie sandwiched between a slice of cheesecake

Here is the guilds you can find at the event!

Guild Booth 1: Stormwind University

Type of Guild: Academic themed heavy role-play guild made up of the prestigious university's faculty and staff! At SWU, we have a large focus on holding community events, such as our lectures, monthly debate nights, and weekly Literary Conclaves!" Guild Booth 2: Stormwind City Watch

Type of Guild: Stormwind Guard Guild/Military guild that interacts with the public

Guild Booth 3: The Violet Bastion

Type of Guild: Medium-level RP guild. Scholarly, adventuring institution focused on relic hunting and the cataloging of artifacts

Guild Booth 4: Brotherhood of Valor Type of Guild: Mercenary and Tradecraft RP, offers different kinds of roleplay, from healing, research, investigations, bounties, combat to social and vendoring. We offeer PvE and PvP outside of roleplay, dungeons, and will prepare for progression in Shadowlands.

Guild Booth 5: House Matheredor

Type of Guild: House Matheredor is an 18+ Military RP/PVE   with an expansive ever-growing guild, along with its own personal economy. We offer a variety of story-driven roleplay experiences and personalized storylines. We use a DnD 5e role system for our combat and personal crafting in order to enhance the RP experience for everyone.  While DnD experience is helpful, it is not required and we are happy to help you learn. On our PVE side, we run Mythic Dungeons and have a progressive raid team going on actively that we are always looking to expand on. The guild is run by Duke and Duchess Matheredor, along with two other Council members and five prefects. All together we make a creative and expansive team whose goal is to make sure everyone has fun and act as a way of support for those in need.

Guild Booth 6: Court of Falling Stars 

Type of Guild: A guild of trade professionals that offers  opportunities to practice their craft and sell their handcrafted goods.

Guild Booth 7: Ebon Blade

Type of Guild: The Dark Armigers is the acting investigative unit within the Ebon Blade. Tasked with investigating Death Knights that have been taken by insanity, the scourge, and or actively causing tensions between The Ebon Blade and the ruling factions. Additionally tasked with pursuing those outside of The Ebon Blade through more covert means. Sally Whitemane, The Fourth Horseman officially commands this chapter and has assigned Knight Ailler Moonroot to delegate on her behalf

Guild Booth 10: The Dusksail

Type of Guild: Rp driven, minor side notes in content and pvp.

@wowrpevents @wracentral @wraallianceevents​

[casualcatte]

RP Journal: 08/23/2020

What do you even do when someone confesses to love you… and you in no way love them back?  How do you go back to being “just friends” when nothing between you will ever be the same again?  I’ll question every motion, every gesture, every act of kindness -- is this the act of a friend or is this a man continuing to try to subtly woo me?  

(Courtesy cut for length)

Then there were the things he said: that he reserved the right, as my friend, to tell me when I’m wrong.  To tell me I’m /wrong/ like he’s the only one who knows what’s right for me.  There were things he did: like expecting me to just accept this newly-brokered friendship when not moments before he’d been near weeping and upset because I’d played Brightsong for Edgard and not for him. There was the unspoken expectation that I had to /trust him/.  Trust.  Him.  The same man who took what I’d told him about Tristane only to use it against me in an effort to illustrate how much he cared about me.  He took the innermost feelings of my heart and weaponized them.  And /this/ is a man I’m supposed to trust, a man I’m supposed to willingly listen to as he tells me I’m /wrong./

What if he decides that I’m wrong about Edgard or Rae-Hann?  About Zunh or the Bounty Call?  Twelve’s Grace, he acts more like some surrogate father than he does a friend!  I’m not some girl-child that needs /anyone/ to tell me how to live my life. I think it’s time I put him back at arm’s length.  Dealing with his constant mood-changes, how every experience with him is like some different facet, some entirely different person… there’s no constant in him, no stability.  He’s more often a source of distress for me than he is the balm for it.

He’s left me a note to say he’s gone back to Ul’dah. Back to the place he says has nothing for him. The man must enjoy having nothing, because he almost always runs back to it like a lodestone to the north.  At least in that he’s been somewhat predictable.  Gods, is he infuriating, though.

I didn’t even want to stay in the same room with him after that.  Everything felt awkward and uncomfortable to me -- all while he just smoothly transitions from weepy, to smiles and pleas for friendship, to argumentative and expecting me to trust him, to suddenly offering me tea with this hesitant smile. One of these faces is the real Lorrendor Hauland, but there’s no way on the Twelve’s green earth that I could have ever told you which.  I don’t know him at all.  And I don’t think I’ll /ever/ understand him.

I left.  I left my own house because of how angry and upset I was.  How confused.  All I wanted or needed right now were friends.  FRIENDS.  I’ve made that adamantly clear that I have no intention of becoming involved with anyone now.  Not when I have the Saurotaun to hunt.  Not when the Saurotaun could mean my death. I know I’ve said that, multiple times, but it’s as if my feelings don’t even matter.  He couldn’t even respect my boundaries on that.  But I’m supposed to trust him.  I’m supposed to /like/ that he does these things and accept that as friendship.  All while he decides to do this the very night before a major hunt for me.  Is he trying to get me killed?

Before long, I found myself at the archery butts in Tailfeather. It was one of many places in the Forelands that I went to whenever I needed space or some time to myself. I loosed a number of arrows into the target dummy, trying to quell and calm my thoughts.  I didn’t need to be distracted on the hunt.  I had to find my focus again.

That damnable dragoon came flying in to spear the target I was working on, nearly getting himself shot in the process!  I swear if I knew that dragoon’s middle name, I’d have used it just so he knew how much trouble he was in!  As it stood, Edgard Beaumont is an idiot.

But he’s oftentimes an idiot that knows what I need, exactly when I need it.  After momentarily beating him with the fletched end of one of my arrows, I ranted and vented to him about all that had transpired with Lorrendor. I almost feel sorry for Ardi, this isn’t the first time he’s had to listen to me rant about that man, I doubt it will be the last. Yet, he still stood by me, beatings and all, letting me vent my spleen until I felt better.

He very gently ventured his own opinions on the matter; that perhaps Lorrendor was conflicted about what he truly wanted, even a tad jealous of the kind of friendship Ardi and I share.  I don’t know what it is about Ardi that makes him so easy to talk to, maybe it’s his devil-may-care nature, or the fact that he actually listens to me, instead of trying to talk over me or down to me like I’m some little girl who knows no better.  He suggested that maybe Lorrendor has some issues of his own he needs to work out.  Gods, like the rest of us don’t? 

I eventually told Ardi that I felt like Lorrendor would ultimately hurt me, far more than I could ever hurt him.  That’s where we had a difference of opinion.  He went on to say that he’d seen how dangerous a woman I was with a bow -- and a sandwich.

For a long moment, I just had to stare. The sheer ridiculousness of the statement and, yet, it’s absolute truth just caught me off-guard.  I laughed.  I laughed so uproariously I think they probably heard me all over Tailfeather!  But it felt good and was a welcome balm for my anger and confusion.  With me in better spirits, it was easy to fall into the endless dance steps of our usual banter.  Parry-riposte-counter. 

He went on to ask me about the Elite Hunt on the morrow. And then he presented me with a gift. It was a new hunting knife, gleaming and sharp, with blue and purple leather bound around the hilt. I knew the significance almost immediately, given that he’d chosen the same colors as I.  To match, he said, fingering the Feather Token still woven into his hair. He said he doesn’t usually give gifts, but that he really wanted to do something for me since I’d gotten him the token.

Truth be told, I’ve never really gotten gifts that weren’t from Sillesti.  When Rae-Hann gave me the gift of the koi in the Gold Court fountain, I thought that was endearing; he was trying to provide an experience I’d been cheated of in order to make me happy.  Then there were the bracers from Lorrendor -- well, one of the Lorrendors, the side of him that I thought had been trying to change and just be a good friend -- enhanced with materia to help my shots strike true. A thoughtful gift that actually made me think he’d been listening for once.

And now this from Ardi. It was thoughtful, useful, and completely in keeping with who I am as a person. It doesn’t surprise me that he knows me well enough to make this kind of selection.  What does surprise me is how we’ve come so far from those nights in Ul’dah when I thought he was little more than another smarmy ladies’ man looking for his latest overnight conquest.  How did that, somehow, turn into this?  Honestly, I couldn’t ask for a better friend.

I rewarded his kindness with a kiss on the cheek.  Granted, I had to stand on tip-toe to achieve it, damned ultra-tall elezen, but I managed.  Gods, the look that crossed his face was priceless, such a myriad of emotions all in an instant: excited, goofy, embarrassed all highlighted by the definite blush that crept over that pale Ishgardian skin. Part of me wanted to laugh and say, “Got’cha!” in payback of all the times he’s gloated over me blushing in the past. The larger part of me, though, just wanted to enjoy the moment. 

This change in Edgard… Ardi is such a far cry from the man I remember in Ul’dah.  Of late, he’s seemed happier, more content, less burdened than I remember seeing him.  When he speaks to me of his beloved Valentina, it’s oftentimes with joy and a smile, instead of frowns and displeasure. Truth be told, I can do much the same with him when I talk of Tristane. There’s an inherent feeling of trust here now, as if I could tell him anything. Sure, he might laugh and poke fun, but he’s still there for me.  He still listens.  And in his way, he cares.

He’s oftentimes a better friend than I am. Especially when I try to push him in the river. He’s also a worse friend, because he decided to pull me in with him!  We laughed, I splashed him with water until he retreated to claim the high ground. Now soaking wet and thoroughly cheered, it was time to go back home. I somewhat dreaded facing Lorrendor again, but with Ardi alongside me I can take on dragons and whatever else the world has to offer.  One Lorrendor had no chance.

As we’d gotten out of the water, Ardi flicked one of my ears with his fingers, at which I protested since my ears are highly sensitive. I swear by the Twelve, revealing any weakness to Edgard Beaumont is a lesson in mistakes made. On the walk home, he made it a point to get extremely close to my ear to whisper something salacious.  Gods, it tickled!  And it… nevermind. He went on to gloat about how I should never show my weaknesses to an enemy.

I countered with the observation that I had no enemies here.  Only my partner.  And my partner was entitled to all my truths, strengths, and weaknesses.  He said he’d trust me with his weaknesses, but he had none.

Mm-hmm.  We’ll see about that, Ardi.  We’ll see!

In the side margins of this entry are what appear to be a song, complete with lyrics and tiny musical notations.

With eyes of frost Like frozen glass Not mirrors like in eld Lies beauty that  None surpass Within which one is held Tumblr Mentions @therpperson​ for Edgard Beaumont @yokasaris​ for brief mention of Rae-Hann

[162gamesback]

CHC 2018

10/3/18

Despite (or maybe because of) the fact that last night is still raw, let’s go around the horn for 2019. Or maybe not technically around the horn, since this won’t be done entirely in order. 

By way of intro, I would like submit something that will rear its complicated head a lot in this writeup. I have dubbed it D-WETS (Depends Who Else They Sign). 

So, for example, perhaps a team can compete for a WS with, say, Kyle Schwarber as their starting LF. But only of there are other players on the roster who can make up for his deficiencies. (More on this below, but) I’m not necessarily advocating for Schwarbles to be the starting LF. But you *could* have him there if you were concrete at every other position. In other words, it Depends on Who Else They Sign. 

The thoughts below skew heavily toward position players. And revolve around a common gripe: this team puts up too many bad at-bats. I tend to think of the “current version” of this team as, essentially, the Joe Maddon era version. Even the 2016 title team were maddeningly inconsistent. A trend that continued (got worse) in ’17-’18. Coming in to THIS year, they made the decision to essentially stick with the same group of players but hire a new hitting coach. It’s certainly not as simple as blaming Chili Davis. But going into 2019, it seems pretty clear that more change is needed. 

Last general note before diving in. As mentioned above, the 2016 team was maddening (Maddoning? <clever!) at times. But when you look at the differences between that team and this one, one thing that jumps out at me is the guy in the leadoff position. I LOVED Dex as a Cub, but by bringing him up, I am not saying that bringing him BACK would solve anything. Rather, I bring it up to illustrate the value of consistency at the top of your lineup. He was the leadoff guy, period. The rest of the lineup was built from there. I often wonder if that consistency isn’t a pretty big deal. 

Ok, here we go. 

CATCHER

Was 2018 an off year for Willy or was this his true self? His offensive numbers were way down, especially in power/production categories. But his defense seemed to slip a little too. Love his enthusiasm, and has shown flashes of brilliance. Top-tier catchers are hard to come by so I wouldn’t be surprised if he stayed. But it will depend, in part, on … D-WETS. 

3B

KB was Rookie of the Year and MVP. As painful as it was to watch him this year (including (especially) yesterday), let’s not get cute and start questioning his value. He will be fine. 

Question is where does he play? He is a good 3B, and seems to play a decent LF. It is, of course, a case of the D-WETS. Which leads me to …

…David Bote. Plays a very good 3B and displayed a flair for the dramatic at the plate. However his overall offensive #s were not spectacular. If you go into Spring Training thinking he’s your guy at 3B, it can only be because you have made some significant, confident moves in a couple other spots (D-WETS). 

SS

El Mago. Warts and all, anyone who says they wouldn’t want this guy on their team is a dumbass and/or a liar. 

2B

This is a tricky one. I think they should keep BenZo but basically as a fill-in / super-utility / great clubhouse guy / veteran presence / savvy pinch-hitter / Good Christian / PF Flyer shill / etc. 

I do NOT think Happ gets the job. In fact Happ is the first name I will mention where I think you have to move him. Or *maybe* keep him as a sub / 4th (5th?) OF. I suppose if you sign future Hall of Famers at a bunch of other positions he gets a shot (D-WETS). But the short answer is, move him for whatever you can get. 

This leaves a hole at 2B. And while you could make a strong argument that their bigger need is OF stability, I think signing the right 2B could go a LOOOOOOONG way. 

OF

This is even trickier than 2B. I talked about KB above. So maybe LF is more or less spoken for? Depends on Bote, D-WETS, etc. I suppose Happ enters the conversation but that comes with a HUGE D-WETS caveat. And I don’t see any way that both Bote and Happ end up as starters. I know, I know — I’m raising more questions than I’m answering. 

Schwarbles, Schwarbles, Schwarbles. Love the 2016 WS comeback story, love that he lost all that weight in an effort to … why did he lose all that weight again? I think 2018 was his third strike. If he was a decent glove man, maybe he comes back. But I just can’t see it happening. Love you, man. (Ok, fine, in honor of his performance in the 2016 Fall Classic I will nod toward D-WETS with Schwarbles as well.)

Almora and Heyward are the poster boys for this whole D-WETS thing (I’m already sick of that term). I’ll go ahead and mention Bryce Harper’s name here, because it would be hard to argue with him in RF and JHey in CF. Haper makes me nervous (ANOTHER free-swinger? Really?) but this is pure conjecture so I won’t write about it anymore. 

Almora and Heyward both play gold-glove OF. I love Heyward, and his #s did improve a bit this year. But to assume that his #s will continue to improve is optimistic bordering on foolish. 

Almora is young so this is maybe not fair but I kind of think we know what we have there. Great glove, decent bat. Yes he’s shown flashes at the plate, and maybe his defense is good enough that he deserves a shot as an everyday starter. But they would have to be concrete in every other D-WETS position to hand him the keys to CF. 

Something’s gotta give in CF/RF. If they sign, say a Springer/Yelich type? Keep either JHey or Albert. D-WETS. Again. In a perfect world? Move Almora, package him with another player or two, and sign a CF who plays great defense and has plate discipline (they grow on trees, right?). 

SP

This is probably more than I can bite off. So I’ll just do a quick overview. 

I was never in favor of the Darvish signing. But even the nay-est naysayer couldn’t have predicted this year’s level of NON contribution. They are kind of stuck with the dude but that may not be all bad. Odds are he comes back, and contributes. 

If he does, the rotation will likely be Lester, Hendricks, Darvish, Quintana, _____. Not bad. 

Speaking of Q, I don’t feel like you can write him in as anything better than a 4. But if he’s your 4 or 5, your rotation is pretty solid. 

Would it be great to sign another top-shelf SP? Of course. And I hope they do. But there are bigger fish to fry. 

RP

It is actually pretty amazing that their ‘pen performed as well as it did. I don’t actually see huge problems here (gasp!). Morrow will be back, and Strop has quietly become … dare I say reliable? Cishek is very good. Not sure what to make of CJ, but I think you can find enough bright spots with Wilson, Mills, Chavez, De La Rosa. Not sold on Kintzler, but maybe. 

SUMMARY (position players only)

Team is set at 1B, SS, 3B/LF, and maybe C. 

They need a 2B and AT LEAST two OF. 

If by some miracle they sign the ideal 2B AND an ideal OF (or 3B, with KB moving to LF), they could *maybe* stop there. D-WETS.