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C. Sempronius Gracchus ([personal profile] ad_dicendum) wrote in [community profile] sixthiterationlogs2017-08-13 02:16 pm

† tam fratri pietatem quam patriae | OTA

WHO: Gaius Gracchus
WHERE: The Inn foyer, exploring 7I, the peach grove, and back at the Inn
WHEN: August 12
OPEN TO: Everyone
WARNINGS: None yet


morning of August 12 --> Inn foyer and outside

Gracchus had woken that morning to find another of the strange gift boxes outside his room. The last one had contained tunics, tablets, and styluses, and this time, he opens it to find an offering bowl, a small cup, incense, wine, and a stole that could be used for covering the head. Supplies for making offerings. Since he came here, he's had to rely on saving parts of his meal and leaving them with the little wooden figures he'd found. Now, he can do something properly. Not that there's a household altar here or anything like it, but there is an entrance space to the Inn that doesn't serve the same function as an atrium, but is at least in the same important location.

So before breakfast, he carefully washes and shaves, and murmurs the words of ritual cleansing, before he takes the figurines and the box he's just received down to the Inn's atrium. They're not his, not the little figures of the gods and his family kept in their lararium in his home back in Rome. But he's kept them since he found them here, because they would be enough, if he managed to get anything to make the offerings to his gods and his family that were a part of the life of every Roman head of household. He places the figurines and the offering-bowl on the edge of the desk, then places the stole over his head and shoulders. Then he holds out his hands in supplication as he begins the prayers: first to Janus, as is proper, but then to Neptune -- whatever Aristotle and the Greeks may say about the causes of earthquakes, there have been too many here, so many that a prayer and offering to Neptune seems wise -- and then on to the spirits of the household, whatsoever of them exist here. Last, he speaks to the spirits of his family: his father, his brother, and in their absence his mother, wife, and daughter. He pours wine into the cup, then into the offering-bowl, then sips it and invites the spirits to join him.

Later, after the ritual is finished, he sets the figures to one side, out of the way but still there, in the room, where they can perform their watch over the household, and takes the leftover wine in the offering bowl outside, to pour it reverentially into the ground.


later --> exploring 7I

He hadn't felt comfortable venturing out into the new area that had been uncovered by the earthquakes until now, but now that he's made a prayer and offering to Neptune, he dares the journey. Gracchus is dressed in one of his tunics, the most comfortable clothes he has here, but he's also carrying the strange pack that he'd been given when he first arrived. He has few supplies to carry with him, but he does want to bring a tablet with him in case there is anything that needs recording, since he doesn't think the whole area has been explored yet. He's heard tell of a sea that's been discovered, but he's just as interested in the land: lacking a boat, the sea isn't going to help them to escape, and he knows more about the use of the land than the sea.

It's strange finding himself in a mirror-image of the village that's been his home-in-exile in these past months, but while he's exploring, he pays attention to what he finds where, and after he's determined precisely how similar the village is, he decides to see what else is the same. There are other spots around the village he's used to that are important, and learning if they are the same or not may be significant to understanding more about this place.

It's when he gets to where he's expecting to find a spring bubbling into a deep, calm pool that he finds a major difference. Instead of the large clearing with the spring in it, there's a grove of unfamiliar trees, branching up towards the sky, some of them far beyond his head. The branches are laden with a fruit he's never seen before, round and reddish-gold, firm to the touch when he reaches up and picks one. His hand rests on the trunk of one of the trees as he looks up into its leaves, and a roughness under his palm makes him look down again. There's a symbol carved onto the trunk, one that's completely unfamiliar to him. It looks a little like a tree with a dangling branch, with a trunk and then some lines drawn across it, with another cut at an angle to the others. It's not Greek, and he wonders if it might be Egyptian, that strange language of pictures he'd heard of from some of his tutors.

Whatever it is, he carefully takes out his tablet and scratches a drawing of the sign onto the wax, before he starts picking the fruits.


evening --> back at the Inn

When Gracchus gets back to the Inn, it's with a pack full of fruits from the trees. He hasn't tried any himself, uncertain whether they're good to eat or not, but if they are, they should be a good supplement to the food stores here at the Inn, and Kate Kelly can probably use them. He heads for the main room, unsure whether or not he will have missed the evening meal. Whether it's past mealtime or not, that's usually the place where the most people can be found.

He takes one of the fruits out of his bag, and holds it out as he walks into the room.

"Excuse me," he says in English to the first person he meets, "do you recognize this?"


evening prayers --> he will be repeating prayers in the evening if your character wouldn't be at the Inn in the morning
ethnobotany: }{ sub rosa ({ and she shines just like a star)

evening - inn

[personal profile] ethnobotany 2017-08-13 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Of all the people he could have come to ask about fruit, it's a good thing he's run into Beverly. Recognizing the voice, she turns to examine what it is he's got. A smile almost immediately crosses her face as she glances at the fruit, holding out a hand to ask if she can feel it.

"That looks like a peach," she says with enthusiasm. "They're very good to eat. Where did you find it? I didn't know we had any growing here."
repressings: <user name="goldsteins">, DNT (56)

morning prayers;

[personal profile] repressings 2017-08-14 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
"It's not raining outside."

Credence is behind him, watching curiously, a book tucked into his arms. He hugs it fiercely as he hunches over, trying not to look too curious but failing. He knows this man--he knows he's hurt him, and even though that was a long time ago in the village's eyes, it's still fresh in Credence's. Avoiding him isn't the right choice of words, but Credence was certainly not going out of his way to say hello, not wanting to remind him of what happened.

Until now. This is different, because he's kneeling around, and there's something that reminds him of church that he's burning. There are little idols and his head is covered--hence the raining remark, because why else would you?--and while Credence suspects he has an idea of what's going on, he still gets a strange thrill. It looks forbidden. It feels forbidden.

"What're you doing?"
scepterschild: (Where will you go?)

Evening - Inn - Paryers

[personal profile] scepterschild 2017-08-14 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Wanda had finished her work for the day and was about to leave the inn when she spotted Gracchus. She paused and watched him, far enough away so that she wouldn't intrude on the privacy of his ceremony. It wasn't hard for Wanda to guess that he was performing a prayer of some kind, to some god, speaking to someone who might never hear his voice.

She didn't believe in gods, not in the traditional sense anyway; there were those with power and those who felt helpless against the tides of life. Wanda wondered if thinking that there was some higher power in control made people feel more comfortable. It gave them someone to blame and someone to look to when there was no where else to go. She honestly didn't know but it would be cruel to take that comfort from someone else.

Following Gracchus outside, Wanda paused at the door. "Do you do this every evening?" It was a waste of wine but if it belonged to Gracchus then she wouldn't say anything against it. It was his choice when it came to using the resources that he had.