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sixthiterationlogs2016-09-25 10:18 am
tobeclosetohim) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2016-09-25 10:18 am
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You see right through me
WHO: Jo Harvelle
WHERE: The Inn
WHEN:Sept 25 Day 178
OPEN TO: Everyone
WARNINGS: POWERS HAVOC! Intermittent invisibility.
STATUS: Open
Jo hates this month.
First, one house got destroyed by a storm surge.
Then, the second got severe damage from an earthquake.
Along with the sudden and increasingly dangerous earthquakes had come the ruined water source. Which meant the loss of their fresh water, the fish in the river, any plants nearby, and the poisoning of all animals who needed the water to drink same as them. Then there was the gas smell coming off the now-empty fountain, the river, and all the buildings with all the pipes the held the bad water.
None of it had stopped new people from appearing either, and the suddenly appeared spring was just as suspect as the earlier village and boxes of weapons. Except, unlike the weapons, she actually could die without the water so much faster. That it seemed to make them heal and feel better. Which was all the more suspect for the gift of anything.
(Even if she had to admit she'd had a good time with the girls that night. Enjoyed herself. Relaxed. Smiled, and laughed.)
Jo sat at her normal table sharpening her newest charcoal sticks to a point with a bone dagger, the two different books she was updating laid in front of her. Then, suddenly she wasn't. It was only empty space, and then she was back again. She finished sharpening the last new one, leaving them lined on the table near her, and started flipping through the barely begun second book.
This one would be for plants, animals, edible and dangerous and medicinal. Another community side project. One she hadn't entirely figured out how she wanted to layout. She missed file folders and laptops, scissors and newspapers and printers, again, distantly. But sat there, flipping the bone knife in her hand, staring at the blank pages, thinking.
When her body flickered. In. Out. In. Out, again.
Only the room, table, its contents, and knife staying static.
WHERE: The Inn
WHEN:
OPEN TO: Everyone
WARNINGS: POWERS HAVOC! Intermittent invisibility.
STATUS: Open
Jo hates this month.
First, one house got destroyed by a storm surge.
Then, the second got severe damage from an earthquake.
Along with the sudden and increasingly dangerous earthquakes had come the ruined water source. Which meant the loss of their fresh water, the fish in the river, any plants nearby, and the poisoning of all animals who needed the water to drink same as them. Then there was the gas smell coming off the now-empty fountain, the river, and all the buildings with all the pipes the held the bad water.
None of it had stopped new people from appearing either, and the suddenly appeared spring was just as suspect as the earlier village and boxes of weapons. Except, unlike the weapons, she actually could die without the water so much faster. That it seemed to make them heal and feel better. Which was all the more suspect for the gift of anything.
(Even if she had to admit she'd had a good time with the girls that night. Enjoyed herself. Relaxed. Smiled, and laughed.)
Jo sat at her normal table sharpening her newest charcoal sticks to a point with a bone dagger, the two different books she was updating laid in front of her. Then, suddenly she wasn't. It was only empty space, and then she was back again. She finished sharpening the last new one, leaving them lined on the table near her, and started flipping through the barely begun second book.
This one would be for plants, animals, edible and dangerous and medicinal. Another community side project. One she hadn't entirely figured out how she wanted to layout. She missed file folders and laptops, scissors and newspapers and printers, again, distantly. But sat there, flipping the bone knife in her hand, staring at the blank pages, thinking.
When her body flickered. In. Out. In. Out, again.
Only the room, table, its contents, and knife staying static.
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But today, once she emerges from the kitchen after her daily, early morning cleaning and lighting of the kitchen range, after she's gathering her bucket and rough cloth to start on the main room's floor before people other than Miss Jo arrive, she stops.
Stares.
Unlike with Mr Cougar's injuries she doesn't flail, doesn't yelp.
This is too, too strange for that.
Eyes wide, Kate crosses herself with the hand holding the rag before trying to speak.
"Miss... Jo?"
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Until her name gets said, almost uncertainly, in a way it almost never is, and she looks over immediately. "Yeah?"