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When You’re Down And Out | OTA
Who: Grace Holloway (deepbluerevue) & sundry (You)
What: Grace’s return to Pumpkin Hollow
When: November 9th to 14th (roughly)
Where: Downtown and the Oak & Iron
Warning(s): Rapture in the late 1950s into the 1960s was a tough place to live, but Grace is unlikely to bring such things up of her own accord.
Winter is rapidly approaching Marrow Isle, and anyone with the wardrobe to do so is bundled against the weather. The middle-aged woman in a new arrival’s garb, on the other hand, has her girlishly-round jaw clenched against the cold, the hand not holding her cane tucked casually in her pocket. She doesn’t look overwhelmed, per se, but there’s a definite air of measurement as her eyes flick over each shop in turn. Particularly, she seems to assess the newer shops, and those selling clothing.
If one had to guess, one would probably say the woman is in her late thirties, perhaps early forties. The few lines on her face speak to some time spent frowning and a lot of time spent smiling. Her coily hair is expertly coiffed into a simple, protective updo. When she shifts in her simple boots, her left leg seems a little less able to bend at the knee.
Given how uncomfortably chilled she looks, she’ll probably move into a shop soon.
(This is a great opening for a clothier!)
It’s not quite dark, so the Oak and Iron still has plenty of custom, though people intending to spend the night at home are starting to trickle out. On an end of the bar with a good vantage point, a middle-aged woman clad in a white linen blouse, a light brown waistcoat, and a long brown skirt sits with ankles crossed and nurses a glass of wine. A few people seem to double-take on seeing her, going over for a few minutes of conversation, to which she smiles, clasping their hands companionably or nodding or something similar.
Someone with a guitar is strumming out background music, and the woman politely applauds every finished number.
For other ideas and ways to exploit Grace’s disorienting return, PM me!
deepbluerevue) & sundry (You)What: Grace’s return to Pumpkin Hollow
When: November 9th to 14th (roughly)
Where: Downtown and the Oak & Iron
Warning(s): Rapture in the late 1950s into the 1960s was a tough place to live, but Grace is unlikely to bring such things up of her own accord.
DOWNTOWN PUMPKIN HOLLOW (after Grace has been to City Hall)
Winter is rapidly approaching Marrow Isle, and anyone with the wardrobe to do so is bundled against the weather. The middle-aged woman in a new arrival’s garb, on the other hand, has her girlishly-round jaw clenched against the cold, the hand not holding her cane tucked casually in her pocket. She doesn’t look overwhelmed, per se, but there’s a definite air of measurement as her eyes flick over each shop in turn. Particularly, she seems to assess the newer shops, and those selling clothing.
If one had to guess, one would probably say the woman is in her late thirties, perhaps early forties. The few lines on her face speak to some time spent frowning and a lot of time spent smiling. Her coily hair is expertly coiffed into a simple, protective updo. When she shifts in her simple boots, her left leg seems a little less able to bend at the knee.
Given how uncomfortably chilled she looks, she’ll probably move into a shop soon.
(This is a great opening for a clothier!)
THE OAK AND IRON (after Grace has gone shopping)
It’s not quite dark, so the Oak and Iron still has plenty of custom, though people intending to spend the night at home are starting to trickle out. On an end of the bar with a good vantage point, a middle-aged woman clad in a white linen blouse, a light brown waistcoat, and a long brown skirt sits with ankles crossed and nurses a glass of wine. A few people seem to double-take on seeing her, going over for a few minutes of conversation, to which she smiles, clasping their hands companionably or nodding or something similar.
Someone with a guitar is strumming out background music, and the woman politely applauds every finished number.
WILDCARD
For other ideas and ways to exploit Grace’s disorienting return, PM me!
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