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ph_logs2023-08-09 08:45 pm
witheredpeonies) wrote in ph_logs2023-08-09 08:45 pm
[OPEN] Start with Goodbye
Who: Annabel Lee Whitlock (witheredpeonies) & You!
What: Arrival and CR-building opportunities
When: Early June
Where: All over the place!
Warning(s): None yet, comment titles will indicate any that arise.
1. Never a hand hardly to hold [Downtown]
A new arrival has...well, arrived! Annabel Lee Whitlock, a pale blonde wisp of a woman with clever eyes and an easy smile spends her first couple of days exploring her new surroundings. Today, it's the downtown. Walking with a dainty gait and curious glances into the shops, weighing her desire for better clothing against the limited amount of brass in her pocket. Clearly, she's going to need to find work for herself. Nothing nearly so nasty as hard labor, fishing or farming, of course. It's good work, but nothing she'll set her hands to.
When she sees a thimble in the window of a general store, an idea starts to form. Implementation may take effort and aid, but she has time to work it all out. Right?
Feel free to encounter her anywhere in the downtown, looking every bit the tourist.
2. Big city sway, move with the day [Bulletin Board/Workshop]
A message written in an elegant script, on cheap paper:
Now Open, with the Support of the Artisan Guild!
Whitlock Needleworks
Embroidery and Mending at Fair Prices; Braiding, Tasselwork and other Embellishment also Available.
See Annabel Lee Whitlock for More Information.
[Address]
Should someone come seeking the workshop where Annabel's set herself up, they'll find her working on a display piece of embroidery meant to show off her skills. Peonies, of course.
"Welcome in. Was there something particular you were looking for, today?"
3. Wanting it bad, ever-returning home [Wildcard]
Feel free to contact me on almost any social media (discord, plurk, etc.) at darkersolstice to get a custom starter
witheredpeonies) & You!What: Arrival and CR-building opportunities
When: Early June
Where: All over the place!
Warning(s): None yet, comment titles will indicate any that arise.
1. Never a hand hardly to hold [Downtown]
A new arrival has...well, arrived! Annabel Lee Whitlock, a pale blonde wisp of a woman with clever eyes and an easy smile spends her first couple of days exploring her new surroundings. Today, it's the downtown. Walking with a dainty gait and curious glances into the shops, weighing her desire for better clothing against the limited amount of brass in her pocket. Clearly, she's going to need to find work for herself. Nothing nearly so nasty as hard labor, fishing or farming, of course. It's good work, but nothing she'll set her hands to.
When she sees a thimble in the window of a general store, an idea starts to form. Implementation may take effort and aid, but she has time to work it all out. Right?
Feel free to encounter her anywhere in the downtown, looking every bit the tourist.
2. Big city sway, move with the day [Bulletin Board/Workshop]
A message written in an elegant script, on cheap paper:
Whitlock Needleworks
Embroidery and Mending at Fair Prices; Braiding, Tasselwork and other Embellishment also Available.
See Annabel Lee Whitlock for More Information.
[Address]
Should someone come seeking the workshop where Annabel's set herself up, they'll find her working on a display piece of embroidery meant to show off her skills. Peonies, of course.
"Welcome in. Was there something particular you were looking for, today?"
3. Wanting it bad, ever-returning home [Wildcard]
Feel free to contact me on almost any social media (discord, plurk, etc.) at darkersolstice to get a custom starter
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She points, gestures in the appropriate direction. And then continues the conversation like talking with someone while they're changing is normal.
"Are there any flowers that are particularly meaningful to you?"
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“Hmm,” she murmurs, to make it clear that she heard the question. Flowers? Hell, she doesn’t know. Old Marlene died years ago, and her flower shop in the Drop next to the Fishbowl Diner shuttered for good. Being the governor of Pauper’s Drop meant she never had time to visit Arcadia. The most she ever got was the fresh air coming through the vents. The vents did have those decorations on them, maybe…?
“Sunflowers?” Grace says. What else. Those mutated flowers of Langford’s, maybe? “And, uh, Gallic roses? It doesn’t matter too much to me, though,” she admits, stepping back out with her nicer blouse folded over one arm, clad in the plain linen shirt. “I trust your judgment. Take artistic license.”