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[can_fight_ugly]

WHO: (Who is making the post)
WHERE: Tony's Forge, later Eddie's house
WHEN: Afternoon to Evening
OPEN TO: Closed to Tony and eventually Eddie/Venom
WARNINGS: Venom, discussion of hosting a symbiote, drinking, questionable relationship dynamics

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Anne had had some light thoughts about taking a walk about the Village and just letting all the news she's recently received settle in and order itself, but it turned out to be a fairly short walk as she found herself paused in front of the Forge.

She had planned on stopping by later, but apparently her feet decided later was now, and she realized there was no sense in putting it off. She wasn't likely to make any new revelations in the sticky, gooey circumstance she'd found herself in. She wandered about until she found Tony, then cleared her throat to announce her arrival.

"You owe me a drink. A strong one."

[CLOSED] People are like plants; we all lean toward the light.

[markwatney]

WHO: Mark Watney
WHERE: South Village Inn
WHEN: 30 November 2018
OPEN TO: ALL - Closed to new threads
WARNINGS: n/a

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I think it's probably fair to say that this past month turned out to be a real doozy, and not necessarily in the sort of ways any of us might have expected.

A lot of people got sick — Very sick — and I was one of them. Truthfully, I've only started feeling 100% these past couple of days, although part of that is on me: I don't do well with being stuck in bed, especially when it's the end of the final growing season of the year and we're looking down the barrel of winter. I'm sure I wasn't the only person pushing myself when I probably shouldn't have, but hey, we're all feeling better now, right? Full steam ahead and all that.

And we're kinda gonna need to be full steam ahead, because the last couple of months have outstripped even our contingency numbers for new arrivals. We've gotten a bunch of new people, and did I mention winter is almost here? Because winter is almost here, and I'm starting to wonder how we're going to keep everybody fed if we maintain this rate of newbies.

A little earlier, I popped into the storehouse, took a gander at Gaius's numbers. Currently I'm seated at one of the tables in the front room of the South Village inn, mouth pressed against my knuckles as I consider notations in a little notebook open in front of me.

We'll make it through regardless; we've done it under worse circumstances before. But if we're going to get ahead of this wave, we've got to do it now. And I can't do it by myself.

I twist my hand away, type out a message on my smart watch:

Impromptu confab on making our food stores stretch for the winter. If you've got time and/or ideas, pop by the inn and see me.

( CLOSED ) Some boys are trying too hard.

[oorah]

WHO: Franky C
WHERE: House 6
WHEN: November 29, evening.
OPEN TO: Kamala Khan, Billy Kaplan
WARNINGS: Could be mentions of past horror/trauma, otherwise super G.

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After the mention of Hannukah it doesn't take long at all for Frank to start getting to work. As far as he knows, Billy is the only one here practicing their Jewish faith, but it's still important to him. From an outside perspective, it might not make much sense why as Frank himself hasn't been religious in practically forever, but this is his wheelhouse. Making an unfavorable place seem warm and welcoming even at the worst of times. It's easy to slip back into his role as mayor when asked to help with such simple tasks, though he doesn't necessarily notice the shift himself, Kamala is sure to see the change in him.

When Billy gets there, he'll be in the front yard, all three dogs roaming around and the door to the house cracked open. He has a small block already cut out in a vague shape that they can further refine into a menorah laying out on a stump alongside a strip of bark to use as sandpaper, hammer and chisel propped up against it. Kamala has the candle operation going inside, rolling them and placing their wicks before bringing the wax outside to cool into a shape. He figures they can brainstorm food while they work on this, it always helps Frank to show someone a new skill in a place like this so he seems in good spirits as the boy approaches.

Sure enough, there's a big wooden "6" hanging up on the side of the house, while none of the others are numbered. There's a zalpaca and a groffle in a pen out back that can be seen from the road, and before Billy can get too close he'll be greeted by an overeager croc-dog, a shy pitbull and a curious bloodhound.

"You made it," he calls, though as he'd said they are virtually impossible to miss.

(no subject)

[rebornpaladin]

WHO: Shiro
WHERE: The Hospital
WHEN: 12/1, morning
OPEN TO: Liv the zombie doctor
WARNINGS: Voltron S7 spoilers, otherwise n/a atm

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It's the flash of white-blonde hair that catches Shiro's eye, and even though he only spots her for a moment as she ducks into the building Altair had pointed out as the hospital, he knows that has to be the woman from the broadcast on his communicator. He'd watched it, then the conversations that spiraled out from it, and hadn't felt compelled to comment: He didn't know her, had only a vague idea of what a zombie was outside the sort of comics and games Lance and Pidge had liked, and while Shiro couldn't readily imagine any comments he could make that would offend her due to her condition, the fact that she was managing one at all had piqued his interest.

He steps into the building, absently tapping the toe of each boot against the threshold before crossing it, to loose any excess dirt from the treads, then pauses a moment to take the building in.

The hospital. Right.

Like the rest of the village, it's fairly quiet, and he easily follows the light sound of her own footsteps, making sure to step a little heavier as he does and clearing his throat so he doesn't startle her, or give her time to get the impression someone's following her who doesn't want her to notice.

"Excuse me. It's - Liv, isn't it?"