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The Old Fashioned Is Commonly Held To Have Been Invented In 1880
Who: Erin Peters and YOU
What: Settling in, dealing with things, making friends
When: Late March
Where: Oak & Iron, the woods, around
Warnings: Discussion of death & the ethics of suicide, trauma, whatever you bring with you
Gallery Style | Oak & Iron
Oak & Iron undergoes a few renovations, just a couple days' worth, to expand the bar area and add labels in Braille (thanks Gerry). When they're done, Pumpkin Hollow has a new bartender, a winged lass in a blindfold wreathed in the scents of sex and gunpowder. She quickly picks up a reputation for almost prescient service; good suggestions for drinks, never leaving a glass empty long, and a firm hand for when you're cut off. Though every now and again there's an odd dance where someone isn't cut off and instead drinks enough to, not to put too fine a point on it, fucking die - except they don't die, and instead just get normal drunk.
A rather extensive cocktail menu manifests too (thanks Magne, with your working eyes). It's cut up into various flavors, with the ingredients clearly laid out (thanks Max Maximum, with your knowledge of food allergies), but at the tail end of the menu is a change in theme; two sections labeled by nation instead of flavor. The countries in question are Gallery, and Japan.
Gangster Style | The Woods
Here's the needle Erin has to thread: she can't overload herself socially, but she also can't listen to the urge to isolate. So one day she goes out into the woods just at the edge of town and digs a pair of graves in the soft soil, leaving the dirt in a huge pile off to the side. You might find her out here, just laying in one, trying to listen to the sounds of the forest, but if she knows you, well, you might have been invited. "Six feet deep, best rest you'll get."
Tourist Style | Wildcard
Come get your bird lady.
What: Settling in, dealing with things, making friends
When: Late March
Where: Oak & Iron, the woods, around
Warnings: Discussion of death & the ethics of suicide, trauma, whatever you bring with you
Gallery Style | Oak & Iron
Oak & Iron undergoes a few renovations, just a couple days' worth, to expand the bar area and add labels in Braille (thanks Gerry). When they're done, Pumpkin Hollow has a new bartender, a winged lass in a blindfold wreathed in the scents of sex and gunpowder. She quickly picks up a reputation for almost prescient service; good suggestions for drinks, never leaving a glass empty long, and a firm hand for when you're cut off. Though every now and again there's an odd dance where someone isn't cut off and instead drinks enough to, not to put too fine a point on it, fucking die - except they don't die, and instead just get normal drunk.
A rather extensive cocktail menu manifests too (thanks Magne, with your working eyes). It's cut up into various flavors, with the ingredients clearly laid out (thanks Max Maximum, with your knowledge of food allergies), but at the tail end of the menu is a change in theme; two sections labeled by nation instead of flavor. The countries in question are Gallery, and Japan.
Gangster Style | The Woods
Here's the needle Erin has to thread: she can't overload herself socially, but she also can't listen to the urge to isolate. So one day she goes out into the woods just at the edge of town and digs a pair of graves in the soft soil, leaving the dirt in a huge pile off to the side. You might find her out here, just laying in one, trying to listen to the sounds of the forest, but if she knows you, well, you might have been invited. "Six feet deep, best rest you'll get."
Tourist Style | Wildcard
Come get your bird lady.
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(Oh god damn it. This is why Sheogorath is a cat, we're a fucking cat girl.)
...One of the cool ones from the 80s though right?
(OBVIOUSLY BUT THAT'S BESIDE THE POINT)
Eventually it's the stranger that breaks the silence, but he doesn't get a reply straight away. Erin's turning something over in her head; eventually, though, she comes to a decision. She has to, really. Tayrey saw to it a long time ago.
"Before we get a real talk going this might be a good time for me to say that I've got the prison hooch version of involuntary empathic senses. Call your shot on that now, yeah?"
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He realizes, in that moment, that this feels familiar. This adaptation--it's Rachel Newton all over again. The photographer, blinded by that bomber.
Jarod stretches a little and settles into his grave more comfortably, keeping his eyes shut to stay close to his new friend.
"It's okay." he assures her. "I've...got a similar gift, intellectually speaking. I can regulate myself so nothing takes you by surprise."
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"My name is Jarod." he replies. "And I'm not afraid of anything you might get from me...there's always a chance you might know something about me I don't."
He huffs, and there's audible sorrow and frustration in his tone.
"A lot of people do...anyway. It's good to meet you, Erin."