My Momma Didn't Raise... [November Open]

[somebodychildofanyone]

Who: River la Croix and YOU + 1 Closed
What: Obligatory forge prompt, gay gardening, coping
When: Early November (before the event)
Where: Places. Locations even. Possibly: spaces
Warnings: Discussion of the carnival quite possibly, and anything you bring in with you



And With The Other, Buy Hyacinths [Closed to Annabel]

The land for the flower garden still hasn't quite been cleared, but it doesn't need to be cleared to build the flower boxes, including some smaller ones for under windows. River's going to add some to her own home as well.

Flowers would be good to have, after a long day before fire and steel.

Though the wood and many other supplies had to be bought, River made a point of forging as much of the tools as she could herself. Even the nails, and gods in Arcadia, how she fucking hates making nails. It felt...right. River's leaning back to get a better look at what she's doing when one of the local crows swoops down and deposits an acorn in her lap.

Sorry Annabel, River will be back after these messages: extended laughter.

100% Asbestos Free [Infernal Arms And Armor]

Hey Vox is there gonna be a forge prompt every month YOU BET YOUR ASS THERE WILL BE. This month brings two new additions to the sign, though, hanging by short chains beneath the original INFERNAL ARMS AND ARMOR sign.

NOW OFFERING ENCHANTING SERVICES - INQUIRE WITHIN

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NOT ASSOCIATED WITH THE LOCAL DEMONS

I Could Use A Distraction [Oak & Iron, Social Visits]

River's sunk more than she has been to date into her grocery budget this month, and a lot of that upgrade is, I'll be real, liquor - more to have it if she wants it later than to tear through it now. Wanna invite her to a social function or like, out to dinner? She'll go. Looking to drop by? She'll host a guest. Or catch her at the Oak & Iron of an evening, shuffling an odd-looking deck of cards with a thoughtful expression and making a single glass of whiskey last more than an hour before even thinking about ordering another one.

Someone get her out of her own head, yeah?

Wildcard

Come at me I'm fucking jacked bro

Comments

As bestos I can!

[lasthumanvoice]

Surprise, River, there's just. A lingering reporter dude by the front of the shop, as you do. He's never been to a forge before!

[somebodychildofanyone]

"You might as well come in!" River calls from where she's grinding spearheads. Wholly blunt is bad; they need just enough of an edge to give an idea of what using them is like. "Also you may want to shout, this is loud!"

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[lasthumanvoice]

"CAN WE--that is loud, damn.--USE YOUR FORGE FOR PIZZA?"

He's going to start from the assumption she knows what pizza is and why it is necessary.

[somebodychildofanyone]

"ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT THE FLATBREAD DISH INVENTED BY SOLDIERS AND THEN BROUGHT BACK HOME FROM VARIOUS ANCIENT WARS TO BECOME A STAPLE PEASANT FOOD BECAUSE IF SO THE ANSWER DEPENDS ON HOW EDIBLE YOU FIND CARBON ASH TO BE."

[lasthumanvoice]

"IT SHOULD BE A STAPLE HERE TOO! GERRY AND I WANT IT, BUT NEED OVEN!"

[somebodychildofanyone]

"MY GOOD BITCH I BUILD THINGS TO CONTAIN FIRES FOR A LIVING, I CAN MAKE YOU A FUCKING OVEN -" River lifts the spearhead from the stone and tosses it aside. The silence after all that noise is almost deafening in itself.

She takes cotton out of her ears and then turns to Cecil. "You got an earthly idea how hot you need it?"

[lasthumanvoice]

"I'm your good bitch? I think that's the nicest thing anyone's called me all day." Shh, he's taking the piss here. "Anyway, I don't have an exact temperature. Hotter than the local ovens get. Eddie might be able to get more specific, perhaps."

[somebodychildofanyone]

"See I'd say you could be my evil beloved instead but I might actually call someone that and mean it." River taps her chin thoughtfully. "Tell you what; get Eddie around and we'll go shopping. I'm gonna need stone, y'all are gonna need somewhere to put this, and it's going to either need to be outdoors or extremely well-ventilated, which means it's going to be outdoors 'cause I'm not putting this shit in anyone's really flammable house."

[lasthumanvoice]

"So Eddie's Farm and Pizzeria? Is that what we're looking at?"

He's very excited for this idea. It's only once that's done he circles back. "Also, I'm already someone's beloved, evil or otherwise."

[somebodychildofanyone]

River's leaning against her shop counter in a flash, ears twitching and eyes wide with interest. "Do tell."

[lasthumanvoice]

"Oh, just Gerry Keay and I have been doing soft lovey-dovey things. He likes me because the weirdness in my life hasn't ground out all of my shiny. I like him because he's bold and determined and so very smart."

[somebodychildofanyone]

River grins all broad. "Get it, my guy. Fuckin' get it. I've gotta go see him myself for some book binding work, unrelated story...anyway, yeah, y'all pick the outdoor spot you want it in. Eddie's farm isn't the worst place to pick but I might suggest you think about maybe carving up some of your own yard space here in town. I like Eddie, I enjoy his hospitality, but that's a long fuckin' walk for some pizza."

[lasthumanvoice]

"If you've been spending your time walking to the farms instead of taking the trolley, you're not enjoying every opportunity available to you on this island, River."

[somebodychildofanyone]

River coughs, looks away, and mumbles something.

[lasthumanvoice]

"I'm sorry, I don't think I quite heard that."

[somebodychildofanyone]

River's face reddens all the way up to the tips of her ears. "They intimidate me, alright?"

[lasthumanvoice]

His town turns from teasing to sympathetic. "Do you want to talk about why? Technology exists to make our lives easier. If you're failing to take advantage of it, you're missing out."

[somebodychildofanyone]

"Uh huh. Cecil, you're saying that to an armorer. My education is not in making lives easier. Shorter, sure." She can't help a worried glance in the vague direction of the trollies. "I don't even like horses, that's a lot of mass at speed."

[lasthumanvoice]

"Sure. Fair. But the problem of the distance to the farms is one you own, now, because the rest of us have trolleys that have been made to solve the problem."

[somebodychildofanyone]

"Uggghhh you sound like my fucking sisterrrrrr - which to be clear is both a compliment and something I'm bitching about, do with that what you want."

[lasthumanvoice]

“Older or younger sister?” This is important.

[somebodychildofanyone]

"..." River raises a finger. Lowers the finger. Raises the finger again. "...Good fucking question honestly. In absolute terms I'm three times Brianna's age, give or take, but she's human and I'm an elf so...I'm gonna go with 'my senior as a necromancer' as my non-answer of choice here."

[lasthumanvoice]

"Alright, but does that make you like a younger sister unto me, if I choose to press the advantage?"

[somebodychildofanyone]

River's eyebrows raise into the stratosphere, and she leans in with a distinctly amused look. "Mister Cecil, are you telling me you're in the market for a sibling?"

[lasthumanvoice]

“Are you involved in sible service, River?” Cecil leans in as well, to kiss her on the forehead. “I have an older sister back home.”