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enterprisingheartWHO: 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.
