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sixthiterationlogs2017-10-23 09:22 pm
enterprisingheart) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-10-23 09:22 pm
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WHO: Jean-Luc Picard
WHERE: throughout the village; House 20
WHEN: various points throughout the month
OPEN TO: First part OTA; others locked as marked
WARNINGS: None at the moment
More Trick than Treat {Oct. 23; ota}
For all that the recent cold snap had come on unexpectedly, with the worst of it past Jean-Luc has decided that it's a good time to make certain that everything is ready for winter proper. Whether that be making sure there's wood for fires, getting the last of the harvest in, or simply making certain that everyone knows what to expect out of a long, cold, winter. And if he figures that he might as well stop to see if he can find a few decent winter hats besides, he figures that's not unreasonable, given that he doesn't exactly have any hair to serve as insulation.
Finding a pumpkin sitting almost dead in his path comes as something of a surprise - especially when there isn't a pumpkin patch to be seen nearby. But regardless of its origins, it certainly can't hurt to bring to the Inn to be added to whatever happens to be planned for the next communal meal. Or perhaps turned into a pie, but he's hardly aware of what the people who actually cook the meals in question happen to be willing to do, cooking-wise. Still, a windfall is a windfall, and he reaches down to pick up the pumpkin without a second thought.
...Only for it to vanish in a puff of smoke, leaving him empty-handed and blinking.
Anyone who happens to be passing by just at that moment will catch him muttering something that sounds suspiciously like 'Q', but that's the only outburst he offers, and once he recovers from his surprise he heads off to see if he can find anything else he can help with, and preferably something that will remain solid, entirely unaware of the fact that he's acquired a spectral follower.
Roasting Chestnuts On an Open Fire {Oct. 19; closed to House 20}
The arrival of snow is, all things consider, not entirely surprising. Not when there'd already been a brief dusting of it earlier in the month, at any rate. What is surprising is how suddenly it arrives - and how much of it there happens to be. And while he's not unused to winter, he's not entirely used to the idea of houses that don't at least have some modicum of heating. Still, he's managed to get a fire going at the very least, and between that and a blanket - and a cup of tea to help keep his hands warm - it's at least not too bad.
A little lonely, perhaps, with no one to talk to, but it would hardly be the first time that he's sat alone and it's unlikely to be the last either. Plus he imagines that sooner or later someone else will come to enjoy the fire, if nothing else.
Of Ships and Shoes and Sealing Wax {Oct. 15; closed to Sam}
With things settling into what at least seems to be something closer to a normal pattern - here mostly read one where things don't appear to be particularly inconvenient - Picard figures it's time that he had a conversation that's fairly well overdue at this point. Not that there hadn't been good reason for him to not bring it up the last time that he and Sam had spoken, but even so, it's been on his mind for quite some time.
Admittedly, he's not particularly certain about where he might happen to find Sam, but he figures that if he sets about making the rounds through the village, he ought to manage sooner or later. Especially if he looks up every now and again. The weather might be getting colder overall, but there's not yet been any significant snowfall. Not to a point where trees might become somewhat less than appealing as perches, anyway. And if it should happen to take him a while to find her, he's not in any real hurry either.
WHERE: throughout the village; House 20
WHEN: various points throughout the month
OPEN TO: First part OTA; others locked as marked
WARNINGS: None at the moment
More Trick than Treat {Oct. 23; ota}
For all that the recent cold snap had come on unexpectedly, with the worst of it past Jean-Luc has decided that it's a good time to make certain that everything is ready for winter proper. Whether that be making sure there's wood for fires, getting the last of the harvest in, or simply making certain that everyone knows what to expect out of a long, cold, winter. And if he figures that he might as well stop to see if he can find a few decent winter hats besides, he figures that's not unreasonable, given that he doesn't exactly have any hair to serve as insulation.
Finding a pumpkin sitting almost dead in his path comes as something of a surprise - especially when there isn't a pumpkin patch to be seen nearby. But regardless of its origins, it certainly can't hurt to bring to the Inn to be added to whatever happens to be planned for the next communal meal. Or perhaps turned into a pie, but he's hardly aware of what the people who actually cook the meals in question happen to be willing to do, cooking-wise. Still, a windfall is a windfall, and he reaches down to pick up the pumpkin without a second thought.
...Only for it to vanish in a puff of smoke, leaving him empty-handed and blinking.
Anyone who happens to be passing by just at that moment will catch him muttering something that sounds suspiciously like 'Q', but that's the only outburst he offers, and once he recovers from his surprise he heads off to see if he can find anything else he can help with, and preferably something that will remain solid, entirely unaware of the fact that he's acquired a spectral follower.
Roasting Chestnuts On an Open Fire {Oct. 19; closed to House 20}
The arrival of snow is, all things consider, not entirely surprising. Not when there'd already been a brief dusting of it earlier in the month, at any rate. What is surprising is how suddenly it arrives - and how much of it there happens to be. And while he's not unused to winter, he's not entirely used to the idea of houses that don't at least have some modicum of heating. Still, he's managed to get a fire going at the very least, and between that and a blanket - and a cup of tea to help keep his hands warm - it's at least not too bad.
A little lonely, perhaps, with no one to talk to, but it would hardly be the first time that he's sat alone and it's unlikely to be the last either. Plus he imagines that sooner or later someone else will come to enjoy the fire, if nothing else.
Of Ships and Shoes and Sealing Wax {Oct. 15; closed to Sam}
With things settling into what at least seems to be something closer to a normal pattern - here mostly read one where things don't appear to be particularly inconvenient - Picard figures it's time that he had a conversation that's fairly well overdue at this point. Not that there hadn't been good reason for him to not bring it up the last time that he and Sam had spoken, but even so, it's been on his mind for quite some time.
Admittedly, he's not particularly certain about where he might happen to find Sam, but he figures that if he sets about making the rounds through the village, he ought to manage sooner or later. Especially if he looks up every now and again. The weather might be getting colder overall, but there's not yet been any significant snowfall. Not to a point where trees might become somewhat less than appealing as perches, anyway. And if it should happen to take him a while to find her, he's not in any real hurry either.
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For the time being, however, those thoughts take a dim second place to the way he and Bev are cuddled up together. And the fact that it is as enjoyable as it is, even discounting the warmth they're sharing.
It isn't until she turns to look at him that it occurs to him that perhaps they actually should consider talking about certain things. Things that have perhaps been a long time coming, yes, but things that are suddenly proving to be surprisingly relevant, and he's just about to begin to answer the concern in her voice when all of a sudden they find themselves no longer precisely alone. Not that he pulls away from Beverly entirely - the fact that they're both curled up under the same blanket makes that a little awkward - but his posture tenses, almost, arm retreating a little bit from where it had been wrapped around Beverly's shoulder.
And for a moment, there's simply silence, as he's torn between doing the polite and saying hello to Wanda and simply pretending that nothing has happened.
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Given the fact that she's got her legs curled up under her and a blanket tucked around both of them, she's hard-pressed to disentangle herself quickly. So she does her best to straighten up next to him without tugging the blanket off or overturning the cup in his other hand. She doesn't exactly uncurl or pull away; she just stops leaning so much on him.
For now.
Deciding to act as normally as possible and ignore the rather large elephant in the room, she offers a smile over her shoulder. "Hello, Wanda."