sixthiterationlogs | OTA Mingle || Stitch & Bitch

WHO: Anne
WHERE: House 53
WHEN: Forward dated to Saturday
OPEN TO: OTA - but specifically those who expressed an interest in joining Stich & Bitch
WARNINGS: Stitching & Bitching. Should be a fairly tame log but will update as needed

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The first thing Anne had done was make a mental list (since she couldn't make an electronic one - or even a pen and paper one) of the kind of space she was looking for. Open floorplan, fireplace, multiple rooms, yardage. Eventually, she'd settled on House 53 - a soft yellow bungalow with three bedrooms, a fireplace, spaced farther from its neighbors than some of the other housing units, and with a sizeble plot of land behind it before it butted up against the houses in the next street over. Check.

Second, she would need chairs. She borrowed whatever furniture she could move from the surrounding empty houses, marking the underneath of each one in order to return them to their proper houses afterwards - if that was necessary.

Chairs arranged in a loose circle in the house, she went out to borrow a hatchet and go out to collect some firewood - this took the most amount of time, because she wasn't exactly built for this kind of labor. She's been working at it over a few days, though, and she knew that necessity would mold her far better than any CrossFit or Krav Maga class ever could. She spent enough time on this endeavor to ensure there'd be enough wood to last them a bit, then returned the hatchet. She'd have to ask Tony for one of her own at some point.

It doesn't matter if you're the first one here, or if things have been under way for a couple hours and you're just rolling in; Anne greets everyone as they arrive, already near the door or getting up from her chair to offer a warm handshake and introductions.

Today's inaugural session was meant to be a little more free-form, and let it grow from that organically, but at some point when a number of people have gathered Anne will stand to get their attention;

"I wanted to thank you all for coming. Unless I've somehow missed you, you know I am Anne Weying; I can teach knitting, and I would like to learn how to spin.

I know we're all from different worlds with different levels of technological advancements, but here we're all on the same footing. And that footing's about to get cold if we can't knit a sock, first. This idea was born from a practice in my world called "Stitch and Bitch", where people would gather to knit, and crochet, and generally complain about things in their lives. Here, I think it would be important if we used this time to share our skills and help each other establish a line of production in order to harvest and spin fleece and knit it into usable goods - or weave, or crochet, what-have-you.

We're definitely not in a tropical climate, and without knowing just how cold it can get here, I think it's best if we start preparing for a cold winter now."

She sits down and takes a look at each of those gathered around, "So; what can you teach, and what would you like to learn?"

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Hawke knew how to do these things, but it'd been awhile. Her mother was an expert; she could mend and make. The requirement of being a mother of two (three). Eventually she sighed and said Marian, you have to learn this. Like most things Hawke was fairly good at picking it up, but a little too lazy to become an expert at it. She could make it work though. Of that she was certain.

She casually lounged in a chair, her hair braided and out of the way. "I know how to sew and knit; not perfectly, but I can do it. I suppose there's an incentive to get good at it now." Who knows. She was an optimist! This could turn out brilliantly. Dark eyes slid across the room, curious to see who was going to join their little group. She recognized most, because of her overly friendly ways.

She was also delighted to spend more time with Anne, who she already adopted.

"Frostbite is one hell of an incentive." Anne wanders over, in one of her mingle rounds, checking in with people, seeing some out and others in. She squats down by Hawke's chair,

"But, I don't think it'll hurt to meet and mingle like this, either. It can be pretty tempting to play hermit when it's cold. Did you home get very cold?"

"It is! I've been mending my socks and trying to take good care of my gloves. These aren't exactly meant for archery." The gloves were good and kept her warm, but there was a sort of wear and tear that came from getting gloves that were specifically designed to fight with. Hawke is good at sorting out things she can use, and it'll be awhile before she can make something that's worth it, but for now mending is the best way to go about it.

She glances up at Anne with a smile. "Sometimes. Kirkwall's a port city so it gets hot hot hot and then crushingly cold depending on the season. I'm also used to being in a lot more action and covered in armor."

Anne nods, "It cam get that way, by water. We had some wicked snow snorms when I was in New York; record breaking blizzards, it got intense." San Francisco was a different kind of cold; not as frigid, but wet and oppressive.

Anne missed the snow, and the decent heating and insulation of a New York condo.

She smiles, "Do you plan on finding a way to be active here as well?"

"Never really anything that intense, but we had some terrible wind. Bad enough ships couldn't get out easily, which was a bad thing since as a port town, that's the only way to trade." Kirkwall in the start was in dire need, and from then on they were always trying to scramble to get afloat. There was a short time when the city really was doing well. "I always said I wanted to go somewhere warm permanently, but then when it's summer and I'm smelling horrifically in my armor, I remember why it's terrible."

Hawke's eyebrows go up at that and she grins. "What kind of active you talking?" She winks, because it could be taken either way and Hawke would never give up the chance for innuendo. "I think sooner or later we'll need to be that kind of active. Those beasts out there will come looking for food in the winter too, I think. There's always that risk." She knew humans weren't the only predators in this place.

"Well, my kind of active involves French cuisine and a reasonable effort at intelligent conversation." Anne's pretty good with give and take, given she trusts where those innuendos are coming from. "I have been leaning on letting the fighters be fighters, but it might not be a bad idea if I get at least a little training."

"So you're not a cheap date is what you're saying. I respect that. You're a classy lady." Hawke really likes Anne. The best part about being here, outside of the not dead aspect, is all of the very interesting people she's been meeting. No one boring is allowed here as far as she can tell. So she's fascinated to learn all their stories.

"I would recommend it, love. As many good fighters as there are here, you never know for certain if you'll have one nearby when something goes wrong." Hawke generally recommended this to everyone there, but she frequently brought it up back home too. Her friends were all dangerous, same as her, but the streets were dangerous too and too many people just trounced around getting into trouble. "I can show you a few things."

Anne grins, well aware of her expensive habits. "No, I'm not. Your IQ must be this high to ride."

Hawke definitely has a point; for as much as she's tried to explore the village and immediate surroundings, as much as she made a point to get to know a variety of people, there would be no way she could predict that someone with that particular skillset would be around when needed.

"Okay; point taken. I would love a lesson."

"What's an IQ? Although I'm guessing it just means people've got to be smart to land your attention. Which is for the best. Always know what you want!" Hawke didn't like dumb people, although it hadn't stopped her from a fling or two with dumb but very pretty people.

She claps her hands. "Yay! I won't make you do high level things to start. Basic defense training should be enough." Hawke is known for her bow now, but she's actually just as dangerous in close quarters. She's been fighting since childhood. "And always remember when in doubt, run away if you can. Even I run away if I don't think I can stand my ground. I fought this giant fellow once, every swing of his could cut right through me, I did a lot of running in that fight."

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