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ph_logs2024-03-31 01:51 am
abhorrently) wrote in ph_logs2024-03-31 01:51 am
(open) and these thoughts are in my head
Who: Fever & open
What: Settling into the town in varied ways.
When: Second half of March/early part of April.
Where: Varied locations - see prompts.
Warning(s): Likely intrusive murder thoughts, others to be added should they arise.
work - town hall.
The newest clerk at Town Hall is a woman with a scar on her face and an eagerness to learn the system. Soon enough, she's figured things out, as if she'd been working there for months instead of the short time it really has been. Things flow easily, aided by both the strange item she'd retrieved from that one shop and what seems to be an innate understanding. But then again, if one can negotiate tactics midbattle, a job with paperwork and filing is practically nothing. So, if you need something, she's likely the one to dispense the forms or take them, working through the level of administration that all the new arrivals warranted.
Of course, it's not always business, and at the right time, someone might catch her at break, a novel from the library at hand and a dictionary close by as she needs to look up words. Some concepts and items are as of yet unknown to her, but she believes firmly with a bit of study, it can all be sorted.
training - "fight club."
When she joins the ranks of those sparring, talking her way into a day when the militia and the Enforcers are doing their training, it's really to satisfy her own desires for combat no matter what she tells them. Sure, she can go out in search of monsters, but that requires a companion and planning. This is more freeform, and fighting against someone else here lets her look at their capabilities. No magic to start with - best to be fair to all involved - and instead, Fever relies on a sturdier branch. Peter's not done with the staff yet, so this is the closest she can get. She fights with a clear joy in her movements, happy to test herself against anyone until either her opponent yields or someone outside calls the match.
That said, there are moments of downtime, where one has to catch their breath and drink water, where she's just leaning against the side observing or lightly applauding at the end of one spar. Catching a fighter's eye, they're offered an amused but restrained smile, and win, lose, or neither, it's clear something impressed her.
They're still never getting her to sign up with the Enforcers, though.
festival green - picnic.
Though she shies from the doll making, Fever can't deny the appeal of being able to picnic on the green, and waits until the event is over and dealt with before she takes her inspiration and heads outdoors. It's not perhaps the most ideal weather for it - clouds, the wind - but it's not so bad as to keep her from it. So here she is, with a simple lunch that's been ferried over and a blanket to sit on, trying to think about if she's ever done this before. Had reason to, really. But a passerby will interrupt her thoughts, and she'll raise her hand to get their attention.
"Does it seem like rain to you?"
Of course, there's enough room on the blanket for two, if you're feeling particularly sociable or are eyeing a free snack. Or, it can start to do as much as lightly rain, and she's not budging from where she is, considering it still fine weather.
wildcard.
Different idea? Throw it at me, I'm wide open for other scenarios. Will match the format of any tag-ins. Opt out post.
What: Settling into the town in varied ways.
When: Second half of March/early part of April.
Where: Varied locations - see prompts.
Warning(s): Likely intrusive murder thoughts, others to be added should they arise.
work - town hall.
The newest clerk at Town Hall is a woman with a scar on her face and an eagerness to learn the system. Soon enough, she's figured things out, as if she'd been working there for months instead of the short time it really has been. Things flow easily, aided by both the strange item she'd retrieved from that one shop and what seems to be an innate understanding. But then again, if one can negotiate tactics midbattle, a job with paperwork and filing is practically nothing. So, if you need something, she's likely the one to dispense the forms or take them, working through the level of administration that all the new arrivals warranted.
Of course, it's not always business, and at the right time, someone might catch her at break, a novel from the library at hand and a dictionary close by as she needs to look up words. Some concepts and items are as of yet unknown to her, but she believes firmly with a bit of study, it can all be sorted.
training - "fight club."
When she joins the ranks of those sparring, talking her way into a day when the militia and the Enforcers are doing their training, it's really to satisfy her own desires for combat no matter what she tells them. Sure, she can go out in search of monsters, but that requires a companion and planning. This is more freeform, and fighting against someone else here lets her look at their capabilities. No magic to start with - best to be fair to all involved - and instead, Fever relies on a sturdier branch. Peter's not done with the staff yet, so this is the closest she can get. She fights with a clear joy in her movements, happy to test herself against anyone until either her opponent yields or someone outside calls the match.
That said, there are moments of downtime, where one has to catch their breath and drink water, where she's just leaning against the side observing or lightly applauding at the end of one spar. Catching a fighter's eye, they're offered an amused but restrained smile, and win, lose, or neither, it's clear something impressed her.
They're still never getting her to sign up with the Enforcers, though.
festival green - picnic.
Though she shies from the doll making, Fever can't deny the appeal of being able to picnic on the green, and waits until the event is over and dealt with before she takes her inspiration and heads outdoors. It's not perhaps the most ideal weather for it - clouds, the wind - but it's not so bad as to keep her from it. So here she is, with a simple lunch that's been ferried over and a blanket to sit on, trying to think about if she's ever done this before. Had reason to, really. But a passerby will interrupt her thoughts, and she'll raise her hand to get their attention.
"Does it seem like rain to you?"
Of course, there's enough room on the blanket for two, if you're feeling particularly sociable or are eyeing a free snack. Or, it can start to do as much as lightly rain, and she's not budging from where she is, considering it still fine weather.
wildcard.
Different idea? Throw it at me, I'm wide open for other scenarios. Will match the format of any tag-ins. Opt out post.
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"I realize this is a bit unorthodox, but what is it exactly that you do, Mr. Clayton? I'm still getting accustomed to everyone and everything myself, so I'm curious."
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He offers a bit of a nervous smile. "You're welcome to come visit the temple anytime."
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"Thank you for the invitation. I've been by twice now, though I haven't yet managed to catch a proper service." Which, she's got no illusions that she'll become a faithful attendee, but once to see what it's about can't hurt in terms of just having something to do. "One feels a little more relaxed just stepping foot through the door."
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Her brow furrows, trying to make sense of how that could be.
"Though it could all be linked to something more arcane...not like I know too much about magic in this land though." Fever shrugs, considering it a puzzle she'll mull over like a snake cube later. "The rules never stay the same from place to place."
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There's complicated history there all around.
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"Making up stories?"
There's a note of confusion but interest in her tone. And then, as if she truly cared about his comfort, she seems to catch herself.
"Ah, I shouldn't ask you such things when you're only here for the forms. An unfortunate habit of mine to start prying at things."
Not that she actually feels that about her own inclinations, but the fact that he's still somewhat hesitant has been noted.
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She'd said it in stronger words to Angel, but courtesy says you can't call people fucking idiots when Professionalism is part of your job.
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He huffs a bitter little laugh.
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And yet, it was rumors, instead of slander. There just might be some small fraction of truth in things.
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Even if she's very curious in them now, and where they stem from. And whether she should avoid mentioning Neil's name to Dr. Coldwood, and vice versa.
"I met Dahlia the day I arrived. One wouldn't think she suffered so much tragedy."
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There's a very paternal sort of fondness there.
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It'd be hard to miss the affection in his tones.
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The parentification of the rest of the family, especially the girls, was inevitable, one supposes.
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Murmured softly, the weight of fifteen deaths placed into the memory of the woman she met.
"If only the curse could have been lifted."
That's what you say in times like this, right?