you've been... thunderstruck

[theluckygirl]

WHO: Claire Temple
WHERE: House #3, Inn, Out and About
WHEN: July 11th to end of month
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Sweet delicious coffee, injuries due to getting hit by lightning, will update!!

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House #3/Inn | Anytime until 25th

"OH MY GOD WHO.. HOW.. WHEN.."

Claire's voice echoes through and out the windows of House #3 and an excited squeal follows it before she rushes through from her bedroom calling for Karen to see if she's around. She has to show someone before she changes from yoga pants into jeans and heads over to the inn to make herself a cup. Hell, she'll make whoever is there a cup if they want it. It's about time that french press made some real coffee.

Struck by Lightning - 26th - Closed to Clint

Really, Claire should have been a lot more cautious and aware since hearing about two people she knew who were struck by lightning. But she was in a rush to get back to the inn to finish helping with some dishes and before she knew it, a pain shot through her foot and travelled up the entire right side of her body.

Suddenly she couldn't breathe and moments after that she was falling into a heap on the ground and staring into the sky until an abrupt pop sounded inside her head.

Comments

Inn

[quinientos]

He's not a morning person by any means, but Vasquez has been living at the inn where he can get food readily and it doesn't mean he goes very far. Of course, the only problem is that he can't smoke in his room because he'd been glared at, so when he wakes up, he doesn't bother to comb his hair, stumbling downstairs with his linen shirt barely tugged over his head, wearing his scrubs bottoms and coming across a very excited Claire.

Lighting up as his foot hits the last step, he lets the cigarette dangle from his lips, giving her a curious look. "What are you so excited about? What happened?"

/insert AC-DC here

[pretendtoneedme]

After his mental ragequit at the start of the month from the network name and the utterly cruel item left in his room at the house, it had taken Clint several days to get back out there and be a part of the life of the community again. Even he'd gotten sick of his moping, which was a large part of why he'd decided to just brazen it out. So they wanted to expose all his secrets, huh? Fine. He still had a job to do and other people to look after.

The storms had made that difficult, though. It was chasing a lot of the game back into their nests and burrows earlier than they would go on clear days, and that meant more time spent out in the field trying to shoot them. Clint had been having a harder time finding game than normal, part of why he wanted to train more hunters, but this was the first day in awhile he just hadn't found anything. Maybe it was because he hadn't brought Arado with him, but he wasn't about to subject his dog to that torrent of rain, nor was he about to subject his house to the smell of soaked fur.

It turned out to be a good thing, though. As he made his way through the center of town, he saw someone lying on the ground, twitching slightly, and he immediately burst into a run at the sight. As he got closer, it became really obvious that it was Claire, and he had to choke down a moment of panic. She'd collapsed the month before, too - had it happened again? Not caring about his clothes (they were already soaked anyway), Clint fell into a controlled slide next to her, carefully lifting her head out of the dirt and mud and trying to see if she was bleeding or curled up in pain or anything else that was obvious. "Claire? Claire, what happened?"

inn

[underachievement]

The other village is creepy in a whole bunch of ways, not least of which is the comparative emptiness of the Inn store room. The houses aren't hiding anything that can't be scrounged from its mirror counterpart on the populated side of the river. Evidently the majority of items piled in the Sixth Inn were not gathered from the vacant houses, meaning they were left behind by people like her. And that's creepy as hell but she's still gonna keep taking shit, thus far confronted with no reason not to.

Between Jess entering the storeroom and exiting, a percolator appears on the bar, which Jess approaches without any room in her bag for it, let alone coffee to fill it. But if there's coffee in it already, she could just take the whole thing? God, she wants coffee so bad, she's half convinced it's a mirage. A rain. mirage. Please knock her out of her stupor before she goes full Abu and brings the Cave of Wonders melting down around them.

Inn - 17th~ish

[theimmortalweapon]

Danny had made a mental note to stop by and see Claire after the flail that was his arrival but that hadn't really happen. Adjusting was taking its toll on him and Danny was running out of logical options or ways to control his anger. He knew that there was a lot for him to learn and there was time but he felt the weight of his mission pressing uncomfortably against his shoulders. He had to wipe out the Hand.

Of course, he spent a lot of his time training and then a lot of his time around the inn, trying to find ways to help out. Sometimes it felt like he was in the way but Danny was determined.

Today he was sitting at one of the tables, thinking. Thinking was a dangerous game so it was just as well that Claire walked into the inn with an enthusiastic expression. "You look happy." He sounded really confused though she had been here for several months so likely the adjustment period was over for her.

"What do you have?"