[OPEN] observe the month of spring

[tehilim127_1]

Who: Zivia (tehilim127_1) & all comers (with prompt for Degas)
What: Settling in, and scrambling to prepare
When: April, prior to the event (backtagging welcome!)
Where: At home, at work (Town Hall), at the docks, at the Oak & Iron, at wits' end
Warning(s): To be added as relevant

At home
There's a lot of work that goes into making a house one's home, even when one receives it fully furnished. Zivia's resigned herself to doing it in stages, and moreover to those stages happening out of the order she would prefer, since according to the best-approximation calendar she's discussed with Lev-Lyubov and Anzu, Pesach is coming. Which means getting ready for that first.

She's put up a request on the community bulletin board; if it pans out, they'll be able to bake matzah, at least. Cleaning out the house she's been allotted is taking up a good chunk of the rest of her free time, though she might be willing to take a break to talk with a visitor.

At work (Town Hall)
The filing system isn't too hard to learn, it turns out. She takes notes during her brief training, writes up a couple of cheat sheets, and keeps one at her desk and one on her person. The chair and desk aren't particularly ergonomic, but they're sturdy and functional and won't completely ruin her wrists or spine, so she'll call it good.

It's been a while since Zivia's done any purely paper filing, but it's funny how it all comes back to you. Anyone else working there or visiting may overhear her humming to herself as she works.

At the docks (for Degas)
She hasn't forgotten the preacher's offer of help, so he's the one she calls on when she first comes across a task that needs an extra pair of hands. And, she's hoping, a cart or wheelbarrow or something to that effect, to help haul a bunch of items from her house down to the water's edge and back.

At the Oak & Iron
This city isn't the one she's always thought of as hers, but it's hers now, at least for now. She has to remember that. Has to learn that, internalize it until it feels like the truth. And that means, first and foremost, coming to know its people.

So even if she's a little tired most evenings now, Zivia makes a point of coming down to the pub after work at least twice a week, to meet her neighbors. Find her in the common room with a hot tea or a cold beer, looking for familiar faces or new ones.

At wits' end
Wildcard!

Comments

[tehilim127_1]

Zivia nods slowly. "It's very rare, from all I've ever heard of, for a whole society to decide to stop telling stories about what happened before. Your people must have felt they had a very strong reason to make that call, for themselves and their descendants."

(She's trying to keep to herself her own feeling that no reason could possibly be good enough.)

"Do you keep records now, for posterity? For those in the future to know what came before them?"

[astrogator]

Tayrey is quick to answer. 'Yes, each colony world keeps its own records. It's ore difficult for spacers, because every ship is independent, but you could certainly find out a lot by reading the mission reports.'

She's still thinking it over, though, and adds, more reflectively. 'I think that after the war people wanted to be more intentional about how they raised children. Trying to do it in a way that would maintain a free society, and help us understand the necessary values to be good citizens, yes? That doesn't look the same on every planet, but everyone's trying.' Company children raised on virtue ethics. Kishar's commitment to equality and direct democracy. Fourth-generation spacers taught to value duty and friendship.

[tehilim127_1]

"There's something to that," Zivia agrees. "People have a lot of different ideas on how to raise kids, and how to give them the kind of values you want them to have ... I think we're all probably still gonna be wrestling with that problem for a long time. It'll never be easy and it'll never look the same to everyone, and maybe that's okay so long as everyone keeps trying."

[astrogator]

She nods. 'Not that it's a field I have any expertise in,' she admits, 'but I think it's better that way. To have that diversity of thought. Cultures set their priorities differently, right? And that's not wrong, raising one value over another, so long as it's a sound value to begin with. That and people are individuals. Adults and children both. It's why group education is inefficient.'

[tehilim127_1]

"Oh, I could talk for hours about education, group and otherwise," says Zivia with a grin, "and I probably will if I'm not careful -- both my parents were educators before they retired, and I picked up a lot. I have, shall we say, Opinions."

[astrogator]

Tayrey laughs lightly. 'If you want to share those opinions, I'll listen,' she says. 'My father always had a lot to say about it. As did my tutors, but that's expected. Not that any of them would approve of how I went about things. I was supposed to be a scientist, not a spacer. Guess I preferred the immediately practical approach.'

Not that there's no practicality in science, but studying it hardly compared to her shipside apprenticeship.