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[ Open ] All The Lonely People
Who: Sally Boyle
What: Dealing with the departure of her fiancé, Arthur Morgan
When: Time is soup
Where: Morgan Ranch and other places
Warning(s): Grief, depression, alcohol use, psychoactive drugs
-Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been-
It's an insultingly lovely summer morning when Sally wakes to find the letter Arthur left her.
She doesn't think anything of it when she wakes early to an empty bed, assuming that Arthur's up taking care of the animals, and takes a peaceful moment to relax amid tangled sheets and listen to the birds sing outside her window. With a deep breath, she pulls herself up and resolves to go and see what he's up to before she starts in on laundry and heads off to work. And that's when she sees it. And there's the sinking feeling in her stomach, like a drop from a great height. She's been left before. She's left others. She knows what this is.
It's both better and worse that it has nothing to do with her. Arthur speaks hurriedly and with little detail about returning to his home world after being called back by the White-Haired Lady, apologizing to her over and over and over until her eyes are too full of tears to read it. For hours, Sally can do nothing but clutch the paper, and later Gwen, to her chest and sob. The day vanishes in a blur. And just like that, the life she'd built herself over the past year goes up in flames.
It takes a few days, but ultimately Sally's mind decides that Arthur was just a lovely dream that she's waking up from, a brief and wonderful vacation from being on her own. There's nothing stopping her from keeping the ranch--- technically the letter contained his parting wish to leave the property to Sally. But she can't be there right now, and she certainly can't keep up the ranch on her own. In the end, she decides to keep the house but move out for a while, and dissolve the ranch itself. She'll figure out what to do with the land later, she supposes, and rehomes Arthur's animals. They go to her neighbors--- John, Mairi, Eddie and Angel, César, Muriel, and the big family down the road. She keeps Hollyhock, though, unable to bear the thought of giving up Arthur's beloved horse, and the Pokémon get to stay. And then she moves back to her flat above Blackberry Apothecary while she gets herself together. Claude can keep the master bedroom--- Sally shares the guest room with Gwen. It's tight, but at least they're not alone, and it makes dragging herself to work a little less complicated.
And then it's back to normal. Wedding cancellations are sent, the apothecary opens, and life goes on.
-Lives in a dream, waits by the window-
When Sally first arrived to the island, she did so without Gwen, and she sat on the beach and waited. Then, once she'd waited long enough, the ferryman arrived with Gwen in hand. It'd be ridiculous to think that this would work the same way--- that Arthur would come back if she just... sat and waited. So she pretends that's not why she keeps going to the beach. Clearly it's to take Gwen to get ice cream and chase crabs and make sand castles and play in the water while it's still warm. And if Sally's gazing at the horizon, well, that's just because it's a lovely day for it.
-Wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door-
There has been a marked uptick in nights where Sally asks for a babysitter so that she can go to the Oak & Iron. It's not necessarily to drink, although she does that as well, but most times it's for the noise. The social environment keeps her from dwelling on the fact that her life has fundamentally changed in a way she doesn't like.
Time has passed. She's more okay than she was. But she still doesn't like the quiet, and she still doesn't want to go home.
Would you like a drink? Wanna play cards? Know any good bar songs? Hang out with Sally! She promises to smile and laugh the whole time, just like normal.
-Who is it for?-
And on one particularly bad night, Sally can be found at the Oak & Iron, turning to the person next to her with a little drawstring bag that she waggles. "Hey, I brought a treat! I used to make these back home. Wanna have a good time?"
What: Dealing with the departure of her fiancé, Arthur Morgan
When: Time is soup
Where: Morgan Ranch and other places
Warning(s): Grief, depression, alcohol use, psychoactive drugs
-Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been-
It's an insultingly lovely summer morning when Sally wakes to find the letter Arthur left her.
She doesn't think anything of it when she wakes early to an empty bed, assuming that Arthur's up taking care of the animals, and takes a peaceful moment to relax amid tangled sheets and listen to the birds sing outside her window. With a deep breath, she pulls herself up and resolves to go and see what he's up to before she starts in on laundry and heads off to work. And that's when she sees it. And there's the sinking feeling in her stomach, like a drop from a great height. She's been left before. She's left others. She knows what this is.
It's both better and worse that it has nothing to do with her. Arthur speaks hurriedly and with little detail about returning to his home world after being called back by the White-Haired Lady, apologizing to her over and over and over until her eyes are too full of tears to read it. For hours, Sally can do nothing but clutch the paper, and later Gwen, to her chest and sob. The day vanishes in a blur. And just like that, the life she'd built herself over the past year goes up in flames.
It takes a few days, but ultimately Sally's mind decides that Arthur was just a lovely dream that she's waking up from, a brief and wonderful vacation from being on her own. There's nothing stopping her from keeping the ranch--- technically the letter contained his parting wish to leave the property to Sally. But she can't be there right now, and she certainly can't keep up the ranch on her own. In the end, she decides to keep the house but move out for a while, and dissolve the ranch itself. She'll figure out what to do with the land later, she supposes, and rehomes Arthur's animals. They go to her neighbors--- John, Mairi, Eddie and Angel, César, Muriel, and the big family down the road. She keeps Hollyhock, though, unable to bear the thought of giving up Arthur's beloved horse, and the Pokémon get to stay. And then she moves back to her flat above Blackberry Apothecary while she gets herself together. Claude can keep the master bedroom--- Sally shares the guest room with Gwen. It's tight, but at least they're not alone, and it makes dragging herself to work a little less complicated.
And then it's back to normal. Wedding cancellations are sent, the apothecary opens, and life goes on.
-Lives in a dream, waits by the window-
When Sally first arrived to the island, she did so without Gwen, and she sat on the beach and waited. Then, once she'd waited long enough, the ferryman arrived with Gwen in hand. It'd be ridiculous to think that this would work the same way--- that Arthur would come back if she just... sat and waited. So she pretends that's not why she keeps going to the beach. Clearly it's to take Gwen to get ice cream and chase crabs and make sand castles and play in the water while it's still warm. And if Sally's gazing at the horizon, well, that's just because it's a lovely day for it.
-Wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door-
There has been a marked uptick in nights where Sally asks for a babysitter so that she can go to the Oak & Iron. It's not necessarily to drink, although she does that as well, but most times it's for the noise. The social environment keeps her from dwelling on the fact that her life has fundamentally changed in a way she doesn't like.
Time has passed. She's more okay than she was. But she still doesn't like the quiet, and she still doesn't want to go home.
Would you like a drink? Wanna play cards? Know any good bar songs? Hang out with Sally! She promises to smile and laugh the whole time, just like normal.
-Who is it for?-
And on one particularly bad night, Sally can be found at the Oak & Iron, turning to the person next to her with a little drawstring bag that she waggles. "Hey, I brought a treat! I used to make these back home. Wanna have a good time?"
Who is it for?
"Now, is that what I think it is?" he asks, his silky voice almost a purr.
who is it for? [cw: depressions/addiction/sobriety]
He regards the bag she waggles with suspicion. Sally, isn't it? He's seen her around the beach. They both seem to have a penchant for staring out longingly at the surf. She can pretend it's just for the view but... he's seen that look on enough faces before. It wasn't just that. Hey, doesn't she run the apothecary?
"If that treat is anything stronger than a chocolate bar, I'll have to politely decline. I'm one and a half years clean."
He looks directly at her, now, not the bag, offering his hand to her to shake, "Don't think we've been properly introduced yet. I'm Commander John Crichton. Don't worry, that title is civilian, I was an astronaut in another life."
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Wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Anzu's at the Oak and Iron alone, even though he's not exactly fleeing from company — spotting Sally, he heads over. He stops a couple of feet away and raises a hand in greeting.
"Wish'st thou for company, darling?" he says, softly. "I'll trouble thee not, if not, and take not no offense."
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cw: drug discussion
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Exciting is a word for it. If she only knew the half of it. Nah, he'll save that story for later.
"What brings you out here tonight? I'll cut right to the chase and say I've noticed you looking a little worse for the wear lately. Everything okay?"
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in the church where a wedding has been
This is a loss Claude has never experienced for himself, and he truly doesn't know how to make it better-- if anything even can, other than time. Making yourself move on with life as normal is a coping mechanism he is all too familiar with though, and surely it's better than the alternatives? On the nights she stays in, Claude cajoles her into playing chess, first with a set he near constantly has on loan from the library and then with the one Lorenz gifted him for his birthday. "Why don't we make it more interesting?" He posits one night as they set up the board. "For every piece you lose... you have to give the other player a secret. Just something they don't already know about you, it doesn't have to be anything big."
This, too, is an attempt... to be closer, to help her feel better. Claude so rarely offers up pieces of himself.
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As they play, Gwen fiddles with the ribbons on Azalea's ears, babbling to the Sylveon incoherently.
"I should get you drunk first so you tell me funnier stuff and are worse at chess!"
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And if he's drinking, then she won't tonight. One of them needs to be clear-headed to look after Gwen. Valentine, Claude's bright pink pygmy drake, has crawled under the quilt to try and leech Sally's body heat.
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He reaches to pat her on the arm, "You got a friend in me. But, here's the thing with friends, they don't have to put on a happy face in front of each other if they aren't feelin' it. It's okay if you're still greivin'. Don't gotta pretend for me, Sunshine."
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Lives in a Dream
"Do you think that land mass in the distance can see this island? They must wonder why no one ever sails away from this place."
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"Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight," he recites, before stopping to giggle out of embarrassment at himself.
"I'm sorry that's what things were like in your world. No wonder you feel like you have to keep up the appearances. That's no way to live. I can say that from too much experience. I used to be addicted to a substance that would numb any emotions I had, make everything dull and uniform. I told myself it was better than hurting but it wasn't. It wasn't."
He drops his gaze to his hands fidgeting on the bar in front of him. "Even pain has a purpose. It keeps us up and moving."
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There's a weary nod from her as she gazes into her glass. "Yeah. That's--- the drugs everyone in Wellington Wells were on were designed to make you deliriously happy all the time. And sure, it worked in the moment, but it made pain and fear hit that much harder when they did come. And no one ever grew from anything. Plus it made everyone sterile, which just made society even more stagnant. I had to hide my baby because she was an immediate tell that I'd gotten off the stuff. People might have tried to hurt me. Or worse, her."
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"That's horrible. How could any society go on like that...?" He realizes he's preaching to the choir here but... her world sounds like a nightmare.
"I'm sorry you had to raise your baby all alone like that. As if being a parent isn't hard enough when you have help. I can't even imagine... did... did your baby survive you?"
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"She will," he says, reaching out to touch Sally's arm lightly. "Any place where she doesn't have to hide her own existence has to be better. Still...I really am sorry your fiancé got called away, Sunshine. I know how that feels. Well. I never got around to actually popping the question back home but the pain of separation doesn't care about the details, you know?"
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"I'm really glad to hear you don't have to go it all alone, and that he's a good sport about it. That's the kind of support money can't buy. I know how he feels; I liked being uncle for my sister's son, too."
A flicker of melancholy crosses his expression. Bobby has to be getting close to thirteen years old by now... He hopes Susan's doing okay. "I miss 'em every day."
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"I would love to," he has to work to keep his voice down so he isn't accidentally shouting it. "What can I bring? I'm not the best cook but I can do sandwiches."
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Sally considers her secret for a minute. "My mum was a witch. Maybe not a real one... but she practiced her own folk witchcraft. I think it was just herbalism with a spiritual twist, but it sure felt like magic sometimes."
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Anzu takes a seat, but he has to think about the answer. So much of the alcohol here is just different enough to what he's used to. Eventually, he hazards, "ah, nu, gin? If such things are found here. Gin and tonic, if tonic water is available."
He pauses, and then adds, "if they do, I wonder if it's for the same reason we do. For the prevention, alleged at least, of malaria."