[OPEN] Start with Goodbye

[witheredpeonies]

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

Comments

[witheredpeonies]

There's only the very faintest of surprise at how gentle he (erm, she's been assuming there's a male form under there--is that a safe guess? She isn't sure how to ask) is.

"I haven't gotten your name yet, by the way. I'm Annabel Lee Whitlock."

[daddy_topside]

Upon releasing her, the man straightens and points to the back of the hand holding his slate up, where a triangle is painted onto the metal plate attached there. You familiar with the Greek alphabet, Annabel?

[witheredpeonies]

She is, but a single triangle without context is so hard to interpret.

"Triangle? Pyramid? Equilateral?"

Heading for a wrap?

[daddy_topside]

He makes — a sound. An odd cross between a whale call and a goose honk that shakes his broad shoulders in what seems to be a laugh. Rather than trying to correct her, however, he tucks the slate back between his air tanks and counts out the brass.

It seems Annabel will just have to keep guessing.

He hangs the brass sack on his belt once more and gives her a little wave before turning to leave.